ooo can we get something about domesticated pt i? 🥰
so glad you asked, nonnie! i've been so excited to work on this new series ❤️
(prompt from here!)
the domesticated series is bite guard in a hat and glasses--i.e. bite guard vol 2 🥳 here's 573 words, rico pov (again lol):
"You're going to kill me, darling," Rico complained into the quiet space between them.
"Am not," Max protested feebly into Rico's neck. "Just giving you extra cardio."
Rico started rubbing Max's shoulder, carefully picking his words. The memory of Max' stress heat several years ago still haunted Rico and plagued his thoughts every time Max's heat lasted longer than normal. He began to voice softly, "Still…that was kind of intense. Are you feeling alright?"
He had to stop himself from flinching when he felt Max freeze in his arms, his breath hitching slightly as if he was caught doing something wrong. Slowly, Max started to mindlessly run his fingers over the muscles of Rico's flank.
"I have to tell you something," Max admitted, voice low and hesitant.
"Yeah?" It didn't help Rico's heart rate, which had been steadily increasing until it was thundering beneath his skin. He had to force himself to not flinch away from Max's feather-light touch.
"…I got my implant removed."
For a brief moment, Rico feared that smoke was going to start pouring out of his ears from the way his brain felt like it was short circuiting. Gently, he put his hands on Max's shoulders to push him back a little bit, just to see the cautious but excited look on his husband's face.
"…Really?" Rico whispered, now breathless once more with probably the most stupid expression on his face if he were to guess.
"Mmhm," Max hummed and nodded microscopically. He turned his left arm a little bit, revealing the band-aid over the inside of his bicep that Rico had been vaguely aware of since they fell into bed together several days prior. "This heat was intense, I think, because I'm letting my body have what it wants."
Rico could only sputter, having so many thoughts running through his head that it was impossible the properly articulate them all coherently. "You mean you—we can—we're finally—?"
"Uh huh." Max had been biting back the grin that was now spreading across his face, his wide mouth pulled into his beautiful smile. The tip of his tongue was lightly trapped between his two rows of perfectly straight teeth. "My gyno did say, though, to not be too disappointed if it didn't happen right away. Because of my hormones normalizing."
Rico had to admit he was only half listening. He was too busy trying to stare down at where Max's softening tummy was pressed up against his own. Where maybe…maybe they finally had…
He scrambled his hands off Max's shoulders to cup his cheeks instead, pressing a firm kiss against his lips and breathing in his mate's startled laugh.
"God, I love you," he mumbled against Max's mouth, forgetting in an instant his exhaustion, his soreness. He suddenly felt like he could run a marathon for do twenty workouts.
"You're happy?" Max asked with a chuckle that was still colored with hesitancy around its edges.
"Am I happy? Maxy, I'm over the moon right now!" Rico release Max's face to wrap his arms around his shoulders and crush their chests together. He had to tell himself to breathe, lest he hyperventilate and pass out from his joy. "I mean, we might finally be having a pup! Our pup!" He squeezed Max again, rocking the both of them side to side like a child would their treasured plushie.
"Okay, okay. Careful, tiger. I might be carrying precious cargo."









