“Please breed me!” and or “I want kids with you” for whoever seems best?
A/B/O Dialogue Prompts (Currently Closed)
“I want kids with you.”
Reyes glass falls from numb fingers, tumbling to the ground and shattering. The sound is almost distant, distorted like he’s underwater, and he completely forgets about it the second he looks over at Scott. Sweet Scott, still wrapped in blankets that smell like their mating, an angry mark still vibrant at his throat as he meets Reyes’ gaze with bright eyes.
Fire burns there, fire hotter than the heat they’ve worked through with desperate touches and needy kisses.
Reyes wants to be consumed by those flames.
“I--what?” He says dumbly, taking a step towards the bed, heedless of the shards laying close to his bare feet. “What did you say?”
“I said I want kids with you.” Scott’s chin kicks up, like he’s got defenses to any protests already trapped in his throat. “And I do. I think you’d be a great dad, Reyes.”
Reyes is silent as he moves the few feet to the bed, climbing onto it, kneeling like a child. He reaches out, takes Scott’s hands, and carefully chooses his next words. They ache, old wounds re-opened, but it’s a good hurt. A hurt that’s worth it.
“I can’t...nothing is promised for us, Scott. Not right now. But when it is, when this world is stable for us...I would want nothing more than to have children with you. To see you holding my child, to hear them laugh as I hold you...it is a dream I never thought to see come true.”
Scott pulls him in close, wrapping his arms tight as Reyes nuzzles gently into the mating mark. They don’t speak anymore, but there’s a softness to their touches now. The heat has settled, leaving them to their own devices, no longer swept along a current. And Reyes takes care to keep Scott’s gaze as he sinks inside him once more.
“We’ll have a beautiful family one day, Scott.”
Scott cups his face, drags him into a kiss, moans into his mouth when Reyes seats himself deep with slow, almost lazy thrusts of his hips. He doesn’t answer with his voice, letting his body speak instead. And with every arch, with every soft whimper, with the way Scott wraps his legs around Reyes to keep him in close, Reyes hears the answering promise.
“You’ll be someone to them. Just like you’re someone to me.”