The night was calm, soft light spilling from the half-drawn curtains, casting a silvery glow over the tangled sheets. Valerian stirred beside Sebastian, his body restless and alive with an unfamiliar fire. He couldn't pinpoint the source—his heart pounded erratically, and a deep, insistent warmth spread through his limbs, settling low in his belly. It wasn't discomfort, but a throbbing ache that demanded attention, one that pregnancy had only amplified rather than dulled.
He glanced at Sebastian, who slept soundly, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. A frown tugged at Valerian's lips; how could Sebastian rest when he felt like this? Moving with careful precision to avoid jostling the bed too much, Valerian swung a leg over Sebastian's hips and straddled him, the thin fabric of his short shorts riding up against his bare skin. He began rocking slowly, grinding his hips down, the friction sending sparks through his core.
Sebastian stirred beneath him, a soft hiss escaping his lips as his eyes fluttered open. ''Rian... What are you doing?'' he murmured, voice thick with sleep and a hint of confusion, his hands instinctively coming to rest on Valerian's thighs.
Valerian didn't respond immediately. Strands of his long hair fell forward, brushing his face like a veil. He reached up, gathering it with deliberate slowness, tying it back into a loose knot. The motion drew Sebastian's gaze, making his pulse quicken visibly in his throat—the simple act transformed into something intimate, charged with unspoken promise.
''Can't sleep,'' Valerian finally murmured, his tone low and laced with teasing invitation, eyes glinting in the dim light.
Sebastian gasped sharply as Valerian's grinds grew more insistent, more demanding. The setup was torturous: Valerian wore only those tiny shorts, nothing beneath to barrier the heat of his arousal, while Sebastian's loose briefs offered little resistance. Their genitals rubbed together through the flimsy cloth, the sensation sensual and electric, Valerian's slick pussy lips parting slightly against the growing bulge of Sebastian's cock.
''Valerian... You need to stop this. We can't do this... You're pregnant,'' Sebastian protested, but his words lacked conviction. Valerian pressed down harder, rolling his hips in a deliberate circle that made Sebastian grit his teeth, a low groan rumbling in his chest.
Sebastian could feel the wetness seeping through—Valerian's arousal soaking into his briefs, marking him. His dick had hardened fully the moment Valerian started grinding, straining against the fabric, throbbing with need. Control was a fragile thing around Valerian; it always had been.
''What is it? Acting like you don't want it, or you're not just man enough to handle me?'' Valerian teased, his voice a sultry challenge, leaning forward so his breath ghosted over Sebastian's ear.
That sparked a smirk on Sebastian's face, his hesitation cracking. ''Oh really? You think so?'' He thrust his hips upward sharply, the motion driving his clothed cock against Valerian's core, eliciting a sharp moan of pleasure from him.
''I'm actually trying to hold myself back because you're pregnant—I don't want to lose control. But sometimes you just love to tease me,'' Sebastian said, thrusting up again, his large hands gripping Valerian's hips to steady him, fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to guide the rhythm.
''Even though you're pregnant, your cunt is still as lewd as ever. I can smell your sweet arousal,'' he added, his voice thickening with raw need, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the musky scent wafting from between Valerian's legs.
Sitting up in one fluid motion, Sebastian flipped their positions, pinning Valerian beneath him with gentle but firm authority. He loomed over his lover, their faces inches apart, breaths mingling in hot, ragged bursts.
Sebastian's lips crashed against Valerian's with a hunger he'd been suppressing for a while, tongues tangling in a wet, urgent dance that left them both breathless. Valerian's hands roamed up Sebastian's back, nails scraping lightly over the fabric of his shirt as he arched beneath him, pressing their bodies flush together. The loose briefs did little to conceal Sebastian's throbbing erection, now pressing insistently against the damp fabric where Valerian's growing wetness had seeped through, creating a slick friction that made them both shiver.
Sebastian pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark with need as he gazed down at Valerian. ''You're driving me insane,'' he whispered, voice husky and low, before trailing his mouth along the column of Valerian's neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin, sucking gently to draw out soft whimpers, his hands sliding under the hem of those tiny shorts. Fingers teased the edges of the fabric, brushing feather-light over the swollen folds already glistening with arousal. Valerian bucked his hips, a needy whine escaping his lips, his pregnancy making every touch feel electrified.
''Let me take care of you,'' Sebastian murmured, shifting down the bed with deliberate slowness. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Valerian's shorts and eased them off, exposing the smooth, slick pussy that quivered in the cool air. Valerian's arousal was evident, a fresh gush of fluid coating his inner thighs as Sebastian spread his legs wider, settling between them. The scent of his mate's desire filled the air—sweet, musky, intoxicating—making Sebastian's cock twitch in his briefs.
He started with gentle kisses along Valerian's inner thighs, tongue flicking out to taste the trails of wetness there. Valerian trembled, his hands fisting the sheets, breaths coming in shallow pants. Sebastian moved higher, his breath ghosting over the heated core before his mouth finally descended. Flat tongue first, he licked a slow, broad stripe from Valerian's entrance up to his clit, savoring the tangy flood of arousal that coated his lips. Valerian moaned deeply, his pussy clenching on nothing, releasing another warm rush of slick that Sebastian lapped up eagerly.
''Taste so good,'' Sebastian groaned against him, the vibrations sending sparks through Valerian's body. He focused on the swollen clit next, wrapping his lips around it and sucking with rhythmic pulls—soft at first, then firmer, alternating with flicks of his tongue. Valerian's hips jerked, more fluid spilling out, drenching Sebastian's chin as he delved deeper. Two fingers joined the assault, sliding easily into the soaked heat, curling to press against that inner wall while his mouth worked relentlessly on the sensitive nub.