Title: HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Status: Completed

Genre: Adult romance (alternate universe/OMEGAVERSE)

Warning: MPREG (male pregnancy)

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🔞WARNING🔞: Though not explicit, this chapter contains a sexual act description starting from the first sentence. If you're uncomfortable about this topic, skip to Part Two.

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The night was still young as the clock was only striking ten p.m at night, a time that is too early for late-night owls to call for the day. As such, in the middle of the dark grey bed, two people were seen doing a nocturnal activity that had become their every night routine, to which they carried on without fail.

"So tell me, babe, which one do you prefer tonight?" asked the one on top, straddling his partner that was lying on the bed beneath him.

With his thin almond eyes framing the brown pupils, hidden beneath the thick and long eyelashes, Ying looked down at his husband, Zhan, who was squirming and twisting under his touch. His jet-black, sweat-soaked hair plastered on his forehead, unmoving, even when he was slithering downwards to get a better taste of his supper. The white-skinned tone of the oval face-shaped glistened with sweat, making his whole being glow into an ethereal and angelic figure when reflecting with the stream of moonlight shining through the glass window of the tenth floor.

"Delicious as always," Ying mumbled, trailing his lips all over Zhan's scar-free, milky skin, awakening the goosebumps to crawl up to the surface.

His hands roamed freely, feeling and shaping the small frame fascinatingly before coming to a stop around the waistband of the green pajama pants.

Instead of moving his hands further down, he maneuvered his lips upwards to circle his tongue around the small pink bud that was exposed on the naked chest, leaving its owner to ache his hip and throwing his head back with a whimper.

"Hmm...Ying..."

"Yes, Zhan, I'm here," answered Ying with a muffled voice, for his lips were still pressing against the erogenous area.

"I...need...to...tell...you...something," Zhan's words came out in broken sentences as he was struggling for breath under the torment of his husband's skillful tongue. His honey-colored eyes were hiding behind the droopy eyelids as he scrunched his face, responding to the sensitive feeling his husband was making him feel. The dye-light-brown, silky hair of his messily stood up in every direction at the friction with the pillow as if responding to the sensitive touch. His rosy, plump lips were parted open as an escape route for many moans to come.

"Later, babe. Later," Ying replied. His cakehole traveled to the next pink spot that was still left dry, spared from his saliva.

"But..."

Ying moved up to shut any form of words from his husband's mouth using his lips, silencing the room with nothing but lubricious moans, especially when he began to prepare Zhan's body with care.

"Handcuff? Blindfold? Or a tie?" asked Ying, finally releasing the plump lips and sliding back down to the broad chest, playing with two protruding dark pink flesh there.

With his hand still hooking under the rim of Zhan's pants, he exerted more force and began pulling down the fabric from the waist until it reached the knees before using the sole of his foot to kick the rest off the exotic body under him.

"Or perhaps, you want me to pound that ring of muscle between your squishy buns mercilessly until we have to purchase a new bed? It'll be our fifth this time."

Ying positioned himself at the entrance, readied to penetrate in any second. However, before he could even get the tip in, he was shoved away, making his butt land on the mattress between Zhan's spread legs.

"You can't! You need to be gentle tonight." Zhan sat up in alarm.

"Haven't you always liked it rough?" Ying furrowed his brows in bewilderment.

"I do, but not tonight," said Zhan shyly, "In fact, we can't do it for the next seven months."

"WHAT?! WHY?!"

Ying started to panic when he knew those good old times were prohibited, not for days but months. How could he survive?

To Ying, being gentle in bed was no different than practicing abstinence.

Nevertheless, before he could make any complaint, the next sentence, Zhan said, struck him speechless.

"Because, Ying, you're going to be a father."

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Of course, Ying was thrilled to hear such good news. He knew Zhan's body was a special case, for the latter could conceive and give birth just like any woman could. Ever since they married, the two had always wanted children of their own.

Now that the status of a 'father' had finally given to him, Ying could not help but feel a surging wave of felicity within every crook and cranny of his emotion. However, this very same term also reminded him of something that he longed to forget.

Something of the past that yet never stopped haunting him till the present time.