Still, Matthew wanted everyone to have a fair chance, so he kicked Alfred off as soon as he knotted. It was painful to let go, but he needed his next Alpha. Somehow, Arthur had convinced Francis to let him go first, so he mounted him. He was slower and more controlled than Alfred had been and used a level of precision that made his toes curl. Arthur also realized how it would end and pulled most of the way out before coming, just leaving the tip in so that Matthew would get the first spurt of come before pulling away to snuggle with Alfred until their knots deflated.
France was even slower and gentler. Matthew had seen him come once while he was waiting, so he had the edge taken off. He was sweet, murmuring words that Matthew was too far gone to understand and pulling out just far enough that his knot would form outside of Matthew when he came. Alfred helpfully got a plug for him, so that none of their seed would slip out until Matthew was ready to mate again.
The rest of the heat they took turns switching off the order. Sometimes Matthew was almost jealous of the rest of them. Normally the second and third would slip their cocks into whoever went before them (the first, as Alfred said, was SOL) so that they could be tied to someone. When it began to die down and it wasn't necessary for all of them to come inside of Matthew anymore, they did take turns knotting him while the other two entertained each other.
Three weeks later, Matthew found himself looking at a little pink plus sign on the tip of a stick. All of them celebrated that night. It didn't matter who the donor was, all of them were parents now.
"What if there's triplets in there?" Alfred teased, placing his hands on Matthew's stomach. "One for each of us."
"I'll castrate every single one of you." Matthew replied.
"It would be nice though, my love," Arthur said, licking his lips slowly, "Imagine how big you'll get."
"Ah, Arthur, he'll be big enough for your little fat fetish as it is. Especially if you let me cook more often."
"What's that supposed to mean, Frog?"
"It means your food sucks, dude."
"Please, if it was up to you our child would eat nothing but fast food and die of a heart attack at thirty two."
"Oh, my darling, and that would be so much worse than whatever is in those lumps of charcoal you make?"
"My cooking's not that bad!"
Matthew rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, secretly more than content to listen to his Alphas squabble.
"I have no choice, do I? Whoever your daddy is you're going to be loud."
Intellectually, he knew that it was nothing more than a little clump of cells at the moment with neither ears nor a brain, but he liked to think it was as happy as he was.
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 02:34 am (UTC)(link)Still, Matthew wanted everyone to have a fair chance, so he kicked Alfred off as soon as he knotted. It was painful to let go, but he needed his next Alpha. Somehow, Arthur had convinced Francis to let him go first, so he mounted him. He was slower and more controlled than Alfred had been and used a level of precision that made his toes curl. Arthur also realized how it would end and pulled most of the way out before coming, just leaving the tip in so that Matthew would get the first spurt of come before pulling away to snuggle with Alfred until their knots deflated.
France was even slower and gentler. Matthew had seen him come once while he was waiting, so he had the edge taken off. He was sweet, murmuring words that Matthew was too far gone to understand and pulling out just far enough that his knot would form outside of Matthew when he came. Alfred helpfully got a plug for him, so that none of their seed would slip out until Matthew was ready to mate again.
The rest of the heat they took turns switching off the order. Sometimes Matthew was almost jealous of the rest of them. Normally the second and third would slip their cocks into whoever went before them (the first, as Alfred said, was SOL) so that they could be tied to someone. When it began to die down and it wasn't necessary for all of them to come inside of Matthew anymore, they did take turns knotting him while the other two entertained each other.
Three weeks later, Matthew found himself looking at a little pink plus sign on the tip of a stick. All of them celebrated that night. It didn't matter who the donor was, all of them were parents now.
"What if there's triplets in there?" Alfred teased, placing his hands on Matthew's stomach. "One for each of us."
"I'll castrate every single one of you." Matthew replied.
"It would be nice though, my love," Arthur said, licking his lips slowly, "Imagine how big you'll get."
"Ah, Arthur, he'll be big enough for your little fat fetish as it is. Especially if you let me cook more often."
"What's that supposed to mean, Frog?"
"It means your food sucks, dude."
"Please, if it was up to you our child would eat nothing but fast food and die of a heart attack at thirty two."
"Oh, my darling, and that would be so much worse than whatever is in those lumps of charcoal you make?"
"My cooking's not that bad!"
Matthew rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, secretly more than content to listen to his Alphas squabble.
"I have no choice, do I? Whoever your daddy is you're going to be loud."
Intellectually, he knew that it was nothing more than a little clump of cells at the moment with neither ears nor a brain, but he liked to think it was as happy as he was.
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