The babe is sound asleep in the crib when Yeonjun fucks into Beomgyu for the first time in months.

They're in Beomgyu's nest, crafted with Yeonjun's musky shirts and the pup's drooled-on bibs. It smells a lot like family. Yeonjun is overheating from the blanket that drapes over his back — a thin sheet that provides a sheltered roof over Beomgyu and the nest. The lights are kept off more so for Beomgyu's sake than for the pup's.

It's been a couple of weeks since they've come back from the hospital. Ever since the pup arrived, Beomgyu's been out-of-sorts. The doctor had said something about postpartum depression. On the drive home, Beomgyu had reassured him that he would be fine.

"How could I possibly be sad when we finally get to raise our cherry blossom together?" Beomgyu whispered softly while looking down at their sleeping pup. Present on his face was a fond gaze — tired, but extremely soft and loving. Yeonjun likes to call it the 'Mom look.' Yeonjun thinks he's incredibly beautiful.

Despite his reasoning, Beomgyu did not leave his nest for weeks. He breastfed the baby in his nest, slept what little he did in the nest, and even ate in his nest. His hands would tremble when putting the pup to sleep in the crib away from his warm, safe arms. He was constantly overcome with anxiety spells at the thought of leaving the bedroom. Even if he knows that Yeonjun is there, by his side, twenty-four-seven, there's just something scary about leaving your baby.

Needless to say, Yeonjun had been worried sick; he'll always be worried when it comes to Beomgyu. He did everything to look up resources on how best to support a partner through postpartum. He encouraged Beomgyu to step out of their bedroom, little by little, each day. To Beomgyu, the narrow hall connecting their bedroom to the bathroom never felt so endless. But as he turned around to look back at the bedroom door, sparing one more glance, wondering if he should turn back to make sure everything was okay, he saw Yeonjun and their pup. He was cradling their pup in his arms, using one of his hands to wave the pup's curled fist at Beomgyu playfully. Something had shifted then. His heart melted and he felt it like a flood. Of relief. Of trust. He flashed his 'Mom look' — tender and fond eyes, and a soft, tired smile — before he went into the bathroom.

They are making small strides. Earlier tonight, Beomgyu let Yeonjun put the pup to sleep in her crib for the first time.

Yeonjun loves taking care of him. Wants to do so. Anything to make sure his lover is safe, comfortable, and happy. His lover, the one that birthed their pup.

Tonight, Yeonjun shows him how — how much he cares and loves him.

They're breathing and gasping and moaning into each other's open mouths, their way of muffling their moans so that they won't wake the pup. It's a futile effort. It's been too long. They both feel too good right now.

Yeonjun feels the sweat dripping down his back as he thrusts slow and deep into Beomgyu, his brows furrowed with each drag of his cock in his lover's tight and throbbing hole. Beomgyu is a withered mess. His eyes fluttering open and closed, his gasps controlled by the domineering rhythm that Yeonjun sets for them. He's struggling for air, but if anything it only gets him off more.

Yeonjun detaches himself from Beomgyu's lips and dips his head down to give attention to his nipples, the tissue still swollen and heavy with milk from the pup's early dinner. Yeonjun is thirsty too. He softly sucks at them, making Beomgyu arch his back, pushing his chest deeper into Yeonjun's mouth.

Now that Beomgyu's lips are free for air, they're really pushing it now. But it can't be helped. It's been too long. Tonight, Yeonjun will remind him what devotion and pleasure feel like again and again. To never forget. To teach Beomgyu's body to come back wanting more and more.

"More— I-I need more of you." Beomgyu gasps.

Like this. And Yeonjun always listens. He settles back and tightens his grip on Beomgyu's thighs, his hips driving into him at a punishing rhythm now — one that makes his omega's body jolt forward in the bed. Beomgyu's throat hurts from repressing his moans. He's not good at it, he's never been good at it. Some of his gasps escape him entirely, their high-pitched resonances go straight to fueling Yeonjun's cock. Like a slut, Beomgyu runs his hands down to his cunt, making a vee where Yeonjun's cock is swallowed up by his heat. It's been a while since Beomgyu's felt this good. This dazed. This lost in a heat-ridden haze. He's slowly unraveling, loosening up under Yeonjun.

Yeonjun fucks into him faster, messier, the blanket slowly sliding down Yeonjun's back. Yeonjun feels the sweat growing on Beomgyu's thighs. They're both overheating.

"Honey, I'm going to take this blanket off."

"N-no—" Beomgyu turns his head to the side, his arm coming up to cover his eyes.

He's scared. He's well aware of the sight that Yeonjun might see. The ugly stretch marks that won't go away. The pouch of fat and skin that he has retained, a reminder that he carried their pup with the burden of love. With all of this, sometimes, Beomgyu doesn't think he can be desired again.

Yeonjun stills, doesn't respond for a few moments. This prompts Beomgyu to lift his arm up. He's met with a gaze that undermines all his anxieties. A gaze with the same fond eyes Yeonjun had for him when he was pregnant. The same fond eyes Yeonjun looks at him with when he's in love with him. The same one Beomgyu has for their child.

With this, Beomgyu is reminded that he is still wanted. Will always be wanted. That he is still beautiful, and sexy, and desirable. He finds all of this in Yeonjun's fond eyes.

"Honey, you're so beautiful I want to see all of you. Please, I'm begging." The earnestness with everything Yeonjun says makes Beomgyu's body go weak.

"Okay," Beomgyu says. Confident in his decision.

Yeonjun's eyes run from his face, down to his breasts, stopping where the shadow of the blanket obscures the rest of his body from view. Yeonjun's hand yanks the blanket off the bed, thanking the moonlight for providing him enough light to take in the sight of Beomgyu.

He's in awe. Yeonjun's gaze never leaves his body. Like it's his first time seeing him. How stunning he is. Yeonjun runs his hand, wet with slick, down the curve of Beomgyu's neck littered with red marks from his fresh bites. His naked, swollen breasts. His beautiful stretch marks that remind Yeonjun how strong Beomgyu is. His pouch that had housed their pup for nine months — their pup who is now happy and healthy, safe and asleep. A pouch that Yeonjun can surely put another pup in, make it swell up like a balloon once again.

The sight of Beomgyu's body and the thought of impregnating him once again makes Yeonjun go feral. He's relentless with his thrusts now, like a personal mission to make Beomgyu split in half on his cock. His head is tipped back in pleasure and his eyes are squeezed shut. Beomgyu whimpers at the sight. His hands are trying to grasp for something to latch onto, but Yeonjun is fucking into him at a pace so fast and hard that it shakes his entire body. All Beomgyu can do is let go and let Yeonjun take him.

"I love you, I love you," Yeonjun says like a mantra. His eyes falling back down to Beomgyu's. Oh, how fond they are. Oh, how much love and lust swirl in them.

"Love- love you- too," Beomgyu babbles out, his mind empty except for the stars he sees as he comes. His mind empty except for Yeonjun and his seed. He loved being pregnant and he would do it again and again. For Yeonjun. Take me. Pup me up. Like you did last time.

These words must have escaped Beomgyu's lips because Yeonjun slams into him a couple more times before he's also shaking and panting and coming himself. Beomgyu can feel the way his cock throbs inside of him. He can feel the way he's being filled up again. Feels it all the way in his stomach.

Yeonjun falls on top of Beomgyu, still breathless. His sweat is wiped off by Beomgyu's arm coming to wrap around his torso in a hug.

"Beomgyu," Yeonjun says after a minute.

Beomgyu hides his face in the crevice between Yeonjun's neck and shoulder. His eyes fall to a close. It's been a while since he's felt so at peace. He's finally taking in that they are a family. A family with so much love. A love that starts with them.

"You're so beautiful. Drives me crazy. How strong your body is." He says it with such awe that Beomgyu thinks he'll never forget. That his body is a temple and it's all in their honor.