In the garden of Eden, the first man Adam fell in love with his first ever friend and best friend, his angel Lucifer.
He knew from the moment he saw him that they were meant to be together. That they were meant to be more than just friends, but lovers.
The idea just felt so right.
So every chance he got he spent it with Lucifer and bathed in his angels light. He wanted to be his everything.
And he would have had it. If it wasn't for Lilith.
When she was made he wasn't too bothered by her existence. He was told to make babies with her? Adam didn't want to, he would rather have babies with his angel.
Though, he didn't have the inner workings to have one...... He was sure that they would find a way! To have a family and be perfectly happy.
Adam had to believe that. And he did.
And he was going to tell Lucifer his feelings, his true ones until Lilith got in the way. She was jealous but more so because she just didn't want Adam to have the angel and not because she loved Lucifer.
No one loved Lucifer more than Adam.
Lilith had tried to kill Adam by drowning him in the pond. But he fought back and pushed her away.
She ran to Lucifer claiming he hurt her and it tore a rift between them.
Adam was devastated, how could Lucifer believe her?
It was all her fault. She was the snake in their garden, the reason they couldn't be happy and why their family and hopes and dreams were put on hold.
It was all Lilith's fault, Lucifer didn't know any better and Adam was determined to make him see reason one day.
He'll know the truth one day and then they can be together forever.
NOW
Adam stretched as he got out of bed, he went to get changed into his Extermination Day robes. He went to his closet and smiled as he gazed upon the photos he had of his angel.
Lucifer might be fallen now but that's okay. He's still his angel.
Adam: I'll see you soon Luci.~
He blew the photo a kiss and got dressed. It was his favorite day of the year and he didn't want to be late.
It’s that raw honesty that makes Robby pause, “demons aren’t real.”
“But you believe your God is? When They couldn’t even answer a single one of your prayers?” Dennis laughs, not meanly, just in disbelief.
Robby’s lips part in shock. He swallows thickly, “My Bubbe always said demons will steal your soul, is that what you want in exchange?”
Dennis grabs his tail and strokes it; Robby follows the motion, palm itching to touch. This time, when the demon rounds the bed, he doesn’t move. He merely turns so they’re standing face to face.
Robby has to look down at him and fuck the kid looks gorgeous.
“I want something only you can provide,” Dennis hums, “a life in exchange for a life.”
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During PittFest, Robby accidentally summons a Demon when he prays to a God he doesn't think he believes in.
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Fantasy Biology, Mating Cycles/Heat, Implied Future Mpreg
Category: M/M
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
Relationship: Aragorn/Legolas Greenleaf
Part 2 of The Greenleaf-Elessar Chronicles
Summary:
It only took a rogue flower, a stolen night, and a rather demanding baby to finally undo Legolas’s centuries of emotional discipline.
An aftermath scene in Aragorn POV after Botanical Betrayal: A Shire Tale in Three Moans and a future scene for potential sequel to Blame It On the Sex Pollen.
Hannibal had not full decided that he was looking for an omega. He didn’t go to the Red House actively planning on making a purchase--he’d been before, and he could overall say that he respected how they handled the omegas that they sold, or kept in-house for breeding and selling sex without long-term strings attached. He even knew fellow Alphas who had mates that they had gotten there, so drifting in on a Saturday evening didn’t have Hannibal feeling one way or another about seeing the flesh on sale.
He did tell Alana that he was going, and he was pleasantly surprised when she turned up to join him for drinks in the lounge with her own omega in tow. Margot was generally left at home with their little son, but when they had someone to watch him, it was nice to see her gazing so adoringly at his dear friend.
“So,” Alana said, smirking into her whiskey. Margot knelt at her side, her Alpha’s fingers scratching lovingly through her thick dark hair. “This isn’t a usual choice of hangout. Are you going to buy?”
Hannibal shrugged, watching the room at large. The servers were in-house omegas, only for sale if one was going to stay on-site to fuck them. But the far wall had the Displays--cages, or glass windows showing little rooms, where omegas who could be bought for keeps were kept where prospective buyers could examine them thoroughly.
“It isn’t why I came, but...” Hannibal paused, his eyes on the last cage in the row. A male, not as young as the others near him but still utterly gorgeous--and unlike any of the others currently showing, he was in a muzzle. It was not a normal move outside of the back room where omegas who were custom-trained for kinkier Alphas were shown--out here, it likely meant that this one was difficult.
Alana’s grin widened. “Go inspect him. Worst outcome is that he doesn’t hold her attention.”
Giving her a disgruntled look for knowing him too well, Hannibal forced himself to his feet, downing his whiskey and then crossing to the cage, pausing in front of it to examine the boy inside.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/4
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Dr. Frederick Chilton, Jack Crawford, Mention of Matthew Brown, Mention of Georgia Madchen, Mention of Tobias Budge
Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Hannibal, Alpha Will, Hannibal Lecter is a Cannibal, Omegas Are All Cannibals, Protective Will Graham, Alpha Ruts, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Government Sanctioned Heat Partner Will Graham, Mpreg, Kid Fic, Mating Bites, Imprisonment, Rape Mention but No Rape, Cannibalistic Omegas, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
There have been forty-four documented presentings of omegas in the entire world. Will Graham, one of the few government sanctioned heat partners in by far the most successful. When he's called to the Baltimore State Hospital for The Criminally Insane after a new presenting he doesn't expect to see the omega he is there to service in a cage but as the Director reminds him, they are all cannibals and it's sometimes safer that way.
Or, Will is a compassionate alpha heat partner who meets Hannibal Lecter, the deadliest omega to date having killed eleven people when he presented. This time feels different and unbeknownst to Will is about to change his life.
Tags - Pregnancy discussion, future Mpreg, future horror, nonbinary character, mute character, anxiety. We start out nice but the horror builds pretty fast.
Please note—at this time, I cannot tag for the fic on the whole, as it isn’t completed yet. If you’re concerned, then please DM me with specific questions or wait until Halloween, when this fic will be posted in its entirety on AO3 with all relevant tags. Until then, I can say this—
This fic contains references to BODY DYSMORPHIA, PREGNANCY TREATED AS HORROR, SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE EMOTIONS RELATED TO PREGNANCY AND HAVING CHILDREN, RELATIONSHIP TROUBLES, and DISCUSSION OF ABORTION AND/OR MISCARRIAGE (not played for angst).
Brace yourself.
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1 year prior
The kid’s fingers flashed rapidly, their version of excited babble. Rus nodded along, even when he couldn’t quite catch what Frisk was saying. They grabbed their backpack and shoved it toward him, showing him the cartoon characters emblazoned on the front.
“yeah, that’s real cool, bud. you shown blue yet?”
Still beaming, Frisk shook their head, signing that they’d be visiting Blue later today. Rus nodded and asked them about their school and their teachers. They were happy to talk with him, and he watched their fingers as they spoke, struggling to keep up with their rapid dialogue.
Asgore joined them when the tea was ready, and he smiled warmly, laughing as Frisk and Rus stirred an unhealthy amount of honey and cream into their cups. He leaned forward and took over the conversation, asking Frisk about books and movies and their friends at school. Rus leaned back in his chair, happy to let him steer the conversation. He loved Frisk—what monster didn’t?—but...talking to them could be exhausting at times. And, while he wanted to be encouraging, feigning interest in their activities wore at him. He was happy for the visit, happy to see them doing well, but he’d be just as happy to see them leave.
Asgore, on the other hand, visibly deflated when Frisk was gone. Rus scooted his chair over, so they could sit close. He elbowed him lightly. “why the long face, love? you’re a goat monster, not a horse monster last time i checked.”
He chuckled and draped a huge arm over his shoulders, pulling him close and tucking him into his side. Rus sighed, sockets closing as he burrowed into the warmth and safety of his lover’s embrace. For a few minutes, Asgore simply held him. Then, pulling back, he said, “Darling....” Rus peered up at him curiously; that nickname only came out when Asgore wanted something. “...have you ever thought about kids?”
He blinked. “you mean like...baby goats?”
Asgore laughed, then nuzzled the top of his skull. “I suppose I do, in a way. But I also mean little skeletons—uh...babybones?” Rus nodded absently, affirming the term, but Asgore’s smile widened. “So you have thought about it?”
His mouth popped open, then clicked closed. “i...a little?”
“You’re so good with Frisk. You’d be an excellent parent.”
Rus shook his head, and started to pull away, but Asgore held him in place. “no,” he said, “i’m just...i’m being nice. that’s all. i’m really not very good with....” He gestured loosely, fidgeting. “...all that.”
Asgore took hold of his chin and turned him back to face him. “You are, though. You’re so caring and loving. Of course you’d be a good parent!”
Rus rubbed the back of his neck, not wholly willing to disagree. “i mean....” He cleared his throat and turned back to Asgore. “what about you? after asriel and chara...?”
His face crumpled, and Papyrus immediately regretted asking, but Asgore just petted the top of his skull and buried his face in Rus’ hoodie. “I always wanted kids. Even when I was little more than a kid myself. What happened was...devastating. I’ll never....” He exhaled hard, squeezing Rus. Rus squeezed back, trying to comfort his lover. “I’ll never fully recover from that loss. But...life keeps going, doesn’t it? In the Ruins, it felt like I was just...waiting. Not...not living. I’d like...I think I’m ready to start living again. Specifically, to start making a life with...well, with you.”
Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a small box. Inside was a silver key. “I was hoping you might feel the same way.”
“this is a key to your house?”
“Our house. If-if you want it, that is.”
“i—“ Rus looked at the key, looked at Asgore, at the monster he’d visited daily since the machine broke down, the monster that had comforted him when he lost contact with his previous lover, the monster he grew day by day and pun by pun to love—long before they ever laid eyes on each other. The question was unexpected, but he found himself imagining a life with the former king.
Evenings spent by the fire, talking and laughing and trading stupid jokes.
Flowers overflowing the garden.
The scent of cinnamon and butterscotch heavy on the air.
A life of warmth and laughter. Easy. Peaceful.
He said “yes” without even thinking about it.
Beaming, Asgore swept him up, into his arms and held him tight, rocking him slightly. “Oh, Rus!” he said, getting teary-eyed, “I’m just—I’m so happy! And relieved! I was afraid you might not feel the same way.”
Chuckling, Rus kissed him, still thrilled by the strange sensation of lips moving against his teeth. “you big, fluffy goof,” he said teasingly, “of course i love you. how could i not?”
Asgore sighed contentedly and nuzzled him, and Rus closed his sockets and sighed, sinking into the warmth of his embrace.
Hi! I love the imaginetonyandbucky blog, there's so much amazing fic and art on here. Prompt: Alpha Tony, Omega Bucky. Can be as G-rated or as smutty as you want, I'm simply flat-out tired of submissive Tony. Give me the alpha who fought off hostile businesses and gold diggers, and the omega soldier who followed orders. Optional Beta Steve.
Combined with:
I’ve seen a lot of alpha!Bucky/omega!Tony, but not much the other way around. Just… Bucky in the 40’s, only dating female alphas because most alpha men were jerks. No respect in the army ‘til he learns to snipe. HYDRA injecting him full of chemicals because an Asset in heat is just inconvenient. Tony being scorned by Howard because he’s too soft, too small. Tony never liking the alpha stereotypes or the reputation he gains because of them… Them meeting their equal but opposite in each other.
and:
Imagine a switch on the A/B/O where Bucky is the Omega and Tony is Alpha. Bucky gets pregnant.
and:
Imagine Bucky completely hiding his sexuality in the 40s (if he got arrested who would look after Steve?), 70 years later Tony is his first (male) everything.
No Such Thing as Soulmates (Probably) - Part I of II
The scent hits Tony the moment he steps out of the elevator; sweet, almost cloying in its intensity, settling thickly in the back of his throat when he breathes in too deeply. It’s overwhelmingly strong, and has Tony stagger before he braces himself with a hand against the wall, blinking rapidly and shaking his head against the fog threatening to descend over the more rational parts of his brain.
This isn’t Tony’s first encounter with an Omega in heat, not by a long shot, but it’s the first time since early puberty that his body and hindbrain are reacting in complete, harmonic unison without his say-so. He has to close his eyes, and cup his hands over his nose and mouth, breathing in the smells of a day spent tinkering in his workshop to calm down his racing heart, and soothe his Alpha instincts currently going absolutely haywire.
Once his head feels a little clearer, Tony slowly removes his hands, takes an experimental breath, and lets out a relieved sigh when nothing happens. He considers heading back to his own floor, and scouring his own, much emptier fridge for something to eat, but the sour, distressed note buried under the prominent Omega in heat scent makes him hesitate. Worrying his bottom lip, Tony cautiously makes his way towards the kitchen, but stops in the doorway when he’s greeted with a growl.
Barnes is sitting on the floor amidst a mess of loose tea leaves and shards of a shattered mug, pressed back against the cabinets, legs drawn up against his chest, arms resting on his knees, and face buried in his arms. He doesn’t look up at Tony, but he does make another low warning noise when Tony carefully inches across the room, reminding Tony to keep his distance.
(Watch out for the break!)
Tony concentrates on radiating calm, trying to appear as harmless and non-threatening as possible, but Barnes remains tense and suspicious while Tony gets two new mugs, fills them with water, and puts them in the microwave. He rummages through the first aid kit until he finds the heat pack, wets a dish towel, and then grabs the ginger tea and adds a bag to each mug when the microwave dings.
When everything’s ready, he sits down across from Barnes—who has lifted his head in the meantime, just enough to track Tony’s movements—far enough away to not encroach on his personal space, and puts his offerings on the floor between them. “Hi,” he says, nudging the heat pack a little closer to Barnes, and smiling reassuringly. “These things are great for muscle pain.”
Barnes watches him warily, and Tony can’t blame him. They haven’t had much to do with each other in the month and a half since Steve brought Barnes in, apart from a couple of meetings with Helen and Bruce to discuss the issues with Barnes’ prosthesis—comfort clearly hadn’t been a priority of the goddamned butchers who first installed it—and how to fix them. And now Barnes is in heat, in a bad one from the looks of it, as vulnerable as he’ll ever get, and Tony is an Alpha he barely knows, an almost stranger his instincts are most likely telling him is a possible threat.
Even though Barnes could easily take Tony out with both hands tied behind his back. While blindfolded, probably. Saying as much makes one corner of Barnes’ mouth twitch up, and his shoulders relax minutely, which Tony decides counts as progress.
“The tea’s ginger, it’s supposed to help with nausea,” he says, nodding at the mug. “And we still have some of that mixed flower honey Nat brought back from Switzerland, if you want.”
Barnes shakes his head, and reaches for the towel, draping it over the back of his neck with a quiet hiss. “This is fine,” he says, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. He grabs the heat pack, too, and uncurls enough to slip it under his shirt, pressing it against his abdomen. “Thanks.”
His hands are trembling when he goes for the mug, bad enough that some of the tea sloshes over the rim, and he nearly drops it. Tony reacts without thinking, and leans forward to put a hand over Barnes’ to steady him, and they both freeze. Tony’s about to apologise—way to be a pushy Alpha douchebag—when he notices that while Barnes’ scent has flared up, it’s not with fear or anger or defensiveness, but with interest.
Tony feels it a moment later; a warm tingling sensation, fanning out from where Tony’s fingers are touching Barnes’, and slowly but steadily spreading up Tony’s arm, over his shoulder, and down his back, across his whole body. He’s suddenly hyperaware of Barnes, all senses tuned in on Barnes, and Barnes alone.
And he knows what it means, too. They’re compatible.
People less jaded than Tony call it the soulmate phenomenon, and tend to romanticise the whole thing, talk about finding their one true love. It’s a nice idea, albeit an inaccurate one. Some people have dozens of compatible partners, while others have none at all. The only thing being compatible really means is that the compatible parties are biologically and emotionally as close to perfect for each other as possible, and that there’s the potential to form a bond, if the people involved decide to put in the time and work.
“Oh,” Barnes breathes, and lifts his free hand to brush a tentative thumb over Tony’s cheek.
Tony gasps, the skin under Barnes’ thumb flushing and warming, and sways into the touch for a moment before he catches himself. “This doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Barnes’ eyes are wide, his pupils blown when he looks at Tony, but his expression is serious nonetheless. “Doesn’t have to. Could, though?”
Tony would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted. He sucks at his bottom lip, considering, and watches Barnes’ eyes drop down to his mouth before lazily, unashamedly being dragged back up to Tony’s. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“‘M thinkin’,” Barnes says, and puts the mug down on the floor next to them so he can, after waiting for Tony’s nod of permission, settle both his hands on Tony’s waist and tug him closer, “that ‘m hurtin’, and there’s a gorgeous Alpha right in front of me. An’ that he could help me out. That it’d be good.”
“What about suppressants?” Tony asks, even as he moves with Barnes until he’s straddling Barnes’ now outstretched legs. “Spending your heat with an Alpha isn’t the only option you have here.”
That makes Barnes’ bare his teeth, his scent bittering with anger. “‘M full to the gills with suppressants already. Whatever HYDRA did to me, I didn’t have heats while I was with ‘em, as far as I remember. Doctors think my body’s tryin’ to catch up now.”
“Shit,” Tony says, the picture of eloquence. He winces apologetically. “I’m sorry. About, well. All of it.”
Barnes shrugs, dismissive. “‘S not your fault. ‘Sides,” he waggles his eyebrows, but he’s grinning a little, making it look more dorky than sexy, “heat partners are s’pposed to be better than suppressant, ain’t they?”
“Definitely the case when it comes to ruts,” Tony agrees, and lets some more of his weight settle in Barnes’ lap. “That what you want? A heat partner? Just this once, a favour kind of thing? Or make it something regular? Something more?”
To his credit, Barnes takes a couple of seconds to think about it before he answers. “I want someone to do this with me, this time. An’ if it goes well, maybe do it again. ‘M open to more, if you are.”
“So,” Tony says, wiggling in place a little, anticipation building now. “Hot, mindblowing heat sex now, see how it goes, and go from there? You’ve got yourself a deal, Barnes.”
“Mindblowin’, huh?” Barnes teases, and Tony kisses him.
Barnes growls again, low and full of promise this time, and grabs Tony by the back of the neck with his metal hand, tilting his head for a better angle. Tony lets himself be moved, shuddering when he tests Barnes’ grip, which is tight enough that getting away would be a struggle. “Bossy,” he murmurs against Barnes’s cheek, flicking his tongue out to lick at the corner of his mouth. “I like it.”
That makes Barnes pull back a little, brows drawing together into a frown. He flexes his fingers, seemingly fascinated when Tony lets out an appreciative moan. “You do,” he breathes, awed. “I didn’t think—I’ve never done this, any of it, with an Alpha. Or another guy.” He smiles, sheepish. “‘M used to takin’ charge.”
“No complaints here.” Tony winks at him, and ducks in for another quick kiss, before sitting back. “We can take it slow, do as little or as much as you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“I want everythin’,” Barnes groans, eyes fluttering. He pushes up with his hips, grinding his erection against Tony’s ass, and guides Tony back in to bring their mouths back together. “Been waitin’ for so long, you have no idea. Never could, before, was too dangerous. Couldn’t let myself get caught with a Beta guy, or ‘nother Omega, they woulda locked me up for good, taken me away from my family. Couldn’t risk havin’ some shithead Alpha claim me, either, put me behind a stove, force me to pop out a bunch of kids for ‘im.”
Tony pauses at that, and moves back, despite Barnes’ protesting whine. “Have you done any of this before? Alpha women weren’t legally allowed to claim anyone until the 70s, and Beta women can’t—”
“‘M not into women,” Barnes says, pushing his free hand under Tony’s tank to grope at his pecs. Tony has no idea what his face is doing, but he must look pretty close to how horrified he feels, because Barnes winds both arms around him, hugging him close. “Sucked for a lot’a us back then, but it was what it was.”
“So,” Tony asks, burying his nose in Barnes’ hair to breathe him in. “You never dated? Anyone? Or—are you a virgin?”
He feels more than hears Barnes sigh. “Depends on your definition of the word. I dated, had a few steady Alpha girlfriends to keep up appearances, took ‘em out to dinner or dancin’, all very proper. A kiss here an’ there, coupla handjobs. Not sure I woulda managed to do more, anyway.”
“If you want to stop—”
“Does this,” Barnes twitches his hips up again, his cock still rock hard, “feel like I want to stop?”
Tony wants to ask if he’s sure, but swallows the question back. Barnes is a grown man, who’s had more than enough choices taken away from him in the past. Tony’s not going to be someone who makes him feel like his decisions aren’t valid or getting respected. He does press closer, though, and rub his cheek against the top of Barnes’ head, covering him in his scent in a possessive, blatantly obvious soothing gesture.
Barnes hums, amused, and playfully nips at the hinge of Tony’s jaw. “Such a good Alpha.”
He’s being a little shit, the rational part of Tony knows that, but it makes him preen anyway. Barnes laughs into Tony’s neck, sliding his hands up over Tony’s back, scratching softly through his shirt. Tony gently bites at his ear in return, grinning when it makes Barnes breath stutter, and asks, “What do you want?”
“A bed would be pretty nice, for starters,” Barnes says, voice sly, and jostles Tony a little. “Gettin’ heavy there, buddy.”
His knees are definitely happy about getting off the floor, but Tony still shoots Barnes a flat look as he levers himself up. “Too bad you don’t have superhuman strength,” he says, deadpan, holding out a hand. “Up and at ‘em, Barnes, come on.”
Barnes lets Tony pull him up, then links his fingers through Tony’s. “If you plan on stickin’ your dick in me, you should probably start callin’ me Bucky.”
I think this is scene 5 for the mail order groom au. Don't qoute me on it though. This is NSFW for nudity and sensuality. This Au isn't gonna have any smut in it, just because I don't think it needs it, but that doesn't mean it won't get risque. You have been warned, and there's a surprise. Read the tags ppl.
Yugi soaked up the warmth of the sun. Aknamkanon had installed tinted glass around their bedroom patio. It looked more like a greenhouse. There was even a door leading out to the expansive garden. He sighed. Atem had been avoiding him all week. Three months of wedded bliss, of waking to Atem’s head on his chest or shoulders. What was one week in comparison? Maybe they just needed some time apart. The week had been nice, but he missed his husband.
“Yugi, could you come inside? I want to discuss something Habibi.” He rung his hands nervously. He was at his side instantly, arms wrapped around to hold him. Atem lead him over to their bed. “I am ready for us to be fully intimate.”
“That’s wonderful to hear, Koibito, but…?”
“But my scars are not the only reason I am different. I was not born exactly male.”
“So you’re trans? Doesn’t matter to me at all, as long as my bits match yours.”
“Trans? …Oh! Transgender! No, I am not. I was born as both genders, a hermaphrodite.”
“Baby, that’s cool! Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”
“I was nervous about how you would react, and I was menstruating.” Yugi blinked. He gasped as he threw his arms around Atem.
“Your womb is fully mature? We can have our own children?”
“Yes, Habibi. I can bear our children. Yugi?! Yugi, what is wrong?!” Hot tears fell on his skin. He clutched his husband tighter.
“I’m so happy!” He grasped Atem’s face and kissed him deeply. His husband laid them back on the bed. A warm palm wormed its way under his tunic to settle against his skin. Reluctantly he released the other from his kiss. Atem slipped the thin tunic off Yugi. He ran his hands over his husband’s chest. His fingers traced over muscles, unhindered in their explorations. The other’s hands smoothed over his thighs, where the skin was exposed by his robe.
“Yugi, make love to me.”
“Lube. We need lube.”
“Lube?”
“Lubricant. It helps slick your hole and my cock so I don’t hurt you. That’s not the purpose of sex. The goal is sharing pleasure and intimacy between two people. Do we have any?”
“I do not think so. I am sorry. I do not know much about physical intimacy.”
“It’s alright. I don’t either, but that’s where the fun is. We’ll discover what works for us together. Now, no lube doesn’t mean we can’t be intimate. We just have to use a different method.”
“That is fine. Yugi, your body is different than mine. I know it is supposed to be, but I did not think it would be so much. Could I see the rest of you?”
“Atem, you can do whatever you want with me. If I don’t like something or feel uncomfortable, I’ll let you know. You’ll do the same for me, won’t you?” He nodded. “Good. Koibito, you need to move, so I can get my pants off.” Yugi wiggled out of his pants. Atem leaned over him.
“You are so bony, Habibi. Why is that so?”
“My body’s not built to support a baby. I don’t need the extra stores. It’s OK to touch me.”
“I know, but you’re bigger. It is rather intimidating.”
“Bigger? Am I longer? Thicker?” Yugi asked as he rubbed the back of Atem’s thigh soothingly.
“Overall.” He fiddled with the hem of his robe.
“Baby, it’s alright. You can touch the rest of me ‘till your heart’s content.” His husband nodded as he untied his robe. He shrugged it off.
“It would not be fair if you could not touch me.”
“You’re majestic.” He murmured in awe. Atem’s body had mixed male and female traits. His shoulders were broad, but not overly so. His breasts were small. The curve of them was shallow enough to be hidden by his clothing. His hips were wider, more rounded, not as bony as Yugi’s.
“I am?” Atem inquired softly. Yugi grinned as he sat up. He tugged his hands away from his lap.
“I’m not that much bigger. The arch is cool. I wonder what it would feel like.” He looked at his husband, confused. His eyes widened as he realized what he meant.
“You would allow me to take you?”
“You’re my husband. Why wouldn’t I?” Atem glowed as he smiled. He wrapped him up tightly. “Habibi, you make me so happy! I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Koibito. Now, come here and let Habibi show you a thing or two.”
