infringe | Prompt - Something Lost, Something Found

He blinks up at Joshua then, long lashes fluttering when he feels that big, warm hand come to touch his stomach. Alecto brings his own hand, pale and tender, to meet his husband's. "Really?" He says, a little breathless, but the look on his face is suddenly so happy and so warm.

It's a delicate surprise that fills Alecto's chest. After all, both Avery and Daphne had been the result of Alecto himself initiating, so this is...different. New. And very much welcome.

"Nothing would make me happier, darling, truly," he says then, running the fingers of his other hand through Joshua's hair, gently guiding him down for a long, searching kiss. "Do you remember when we got married? When you asked me how you, my husband, could please me? Do you remember what I said?" He slides a soft, teasing tongue along the part of Joshua's lips. "How nothing would please me more than to give you a family to love? Mm - that hasn't changed, my love."

As much as they were in accord these days, he's constantly being surprised by the extent to which he loves Alecto, how much their feelings and thoughts fit in together, how well they managed to build a life together in synchrony.

"I remember," he says, with feeling, the rising tide of anticipation of that imagined future filling him. He returns Alecto's kiss with fervor, his hand sliding around to his waist, possessive and adoring, fingers digging in just enough to bite. "Just as I will never stop wanting you, dearest, in any way you're willing to let me have you." His hands slide, warm and anticipatory, under Alecto's clothes, just wanting the contact of their skin together as they continue to kiss.

"Let me get you ready with my mouth," he murmurs, begging, pleading, as if he could think of no greater privilege. "I want you already dripping with pleasure before I fuck into you, dearest. And I want to still be tasting myself when we do this again and again, tomorrow and the day after, until we're sure you're properly bred..."

Alecto's mewl is positively besotted and he feels his thighs automatically start to spread, a thrumming heat beginning to throb between his legs. "Yes, please, darling," he murmurs, his hands gliding all over Joshua to tug him closer, so close, like he couldn't stand the thought of any extra space between them anymore. "I'd like nothing more. I want to be absolutely full of you."

The very thought of that makes Alecto groan in the back of his throat. They kiss for a while longer, open mouthed and getting more desperate by the second - searching tongues and bumping teeth - before Alecto forces himself to pull back and, with his fingers gripped in his husband's hair, gently pushes him down, down, down to where Alecto is already feeling himself get wet, warm, and so, so needy.

He falls to his self-set task with a will, groaning with pleasure at Alecto's fingers tugging in his hair. He loves these stolen moments together when they can give themselves utterly to each other, to the pleasure they can bring and share, and he groans with eagerness and desperation in equal measure as he presses his lips to Alecto through the thin material still clinging to his legs, watching dampness start to gather before his eyes before he presses forward, tugging against the clenching fingers in his hair with a hungry sound, placing his mouth over the shape of Alecto beneath the cloth, and inhaling deeply of his scent. In this, at least, he is not as patient as he really should be, and he makes a pleading sound, muffled against skin and weave, his own fingers hooked into the waist and tugging, waiting for direction, but hungry and starving and eager to show willing.

He isn't sure exactly how he manages to get out of his pants and undergarments but he does and they're kicked aside, hurriedly before he's back to framing Joshua's head between his soft, pale thighs, feeling the press of that warm, loving mouth, the wide slide of a tongue. Alecto bites his lip, trying hard not to make a sound, his breath huffing out from his nose in soft little whines. "Darling, please, can I - oh," he tilts his head back against the curled arm of the couch, his throat bared in rising pleasure, "Can I feel your fingers too - ?"

Alecto's hips tremble with the effort to hold still.

He smiles and complies almost immediately, but his touch is a tease, fingertips fluttering against Alecto's inner thighs before he slides one finger in along with his tongue, coaxing Alecto's body open for him as he eagerly buries his face at the juncture of his legs, his other hand pressing against his thigh and holding him just still enough for Joshua to really lean in and explore to his heart's content. He appreciates his own sounds being muffled - the soft moans of appreciation, the savoring of the taste of Alecto here at the heart of him, dampness gathered against his tongue and fingers as he coaxes him damp and open.

He pulls away after a few long moments, his mouth wet and red with effort. "Will you come for me, dearest?" he asks, fingers replacing his tongue as he slides two fingers in, as if holding his place, like a bookmark. "I want to feel you all over my skin first, I want you shaking around me as I slide in so I can breed you properly."

He's shaking already and has his own hand between his legs, rubbing himself in time with the movement of Joshua's ministrations, but then he feels suddenly bereft, feeling his husband pull away to speak. Alecto practically whines in protest (momentarily cursing the need for the human language), stilling the writhing of his body to listen, to look directly at Joshua's face when he talks about wanting to breed his wife, wanting to make Alecto all his like that once again and it makes Alecto's mind go blank, completely overwhelmed by instinct and primal need.

He nods then, eagerly, his blush blossoming down his neck and settling into the hollow of his throat. "Yes, darling, yes, I'll do that for you, please just keep touching me -" He starts to shift again, moving himself minutely up and down against the two fingers Joshua still has in him, eyes fluttering closed.

He laughs softly before he bends down and bites - adoring but noticeable, an escalation from his usual gentle kisses - against Alecto's inner thighs, leaving the impress of teeth in the soft skin there before he sucks against him, as if intent on creating a more permanent mark, alternating between them while his fingers slide in and out of Alecto in time with Alecto's own movements, a tease and a promise of what was soon to come.

As it were.

"I can't wait to make a mess of you," he says, low in volume but filled with intensity and fervor, fingers making wet, lewd noises as they move in and out of Alecto's body. "I can't wait to fill you up with my come until I can feel how full you are of me when I touch you." He reaches up with his other hand, letting Alecto's legs rest on his shoulders, on either side of his head, resting it against his abdomen with a proprietary gesture. Joshua doesn't do this often - a part of him recoiled from the thought of treating Alecto so much like a possession, like something to be owned - but something about the moment feels right.

"Don't wake the children, dearest," he teases, and then both his hands are positioned over the marks on his inner thighs, so big that they can almost wrap around Alecto's lithe slimness. He drags his thumbs along the damp folds of skin, digging in very slightly so he can pull Alecto open and wet for a moment, bare for Joshua's pleasure, before he buries his face between his legs. He is intent, driven, utterly focused, tongue and fingers stroking and stretching, demanding to be gifted the physical evidence of Alecto's pleasure.

Alecto's toes curl as he starts to pant in time with the way Joshua is pumping his fingers and tongue in and out of him, the sound of it so damp and dirty. "Please," he whispers, as quietly as he can manage, unsure at all what exactly he's begging for, and when he feels his husband pull his damp folds apart even more, Alecto slaps his own hand over his mouth to muffle the sharp, keening sound of his gasps.

It doesn't take much longer, between Joshua's fervent, determined motions - eating Alecto out like his life depended on it - and the way Alecto is rubbing his own swollen clit with quick desperation: he comes, squirting, within minutes, making an absolute mess of his husband's hair and face. His whole body shakes uncontrollably from the force of it, his eyes flying open at the rush he feels during and after as he moans brokenly into his own palm, already damp with his own saliva.

Joshua muffles a laugh of satisfaction and pleasure against Alecto's thigh before he lets go of Alecto, wiping his eyes clear of his release and offering small kitten licks of stimulation as he shifts to undo his own clothing one-handed, freeing his cock from his pants.

"Are you ready for me, dearest?" He asks, shifting up off his knees and resting his free hand at Alecto's hip, maintaining contact between them as he catches his breath, his own cock twitching against Alecto's thigh.

He nods quickly, legs going up to wrap around Joshua's waist, urging him closer as best as he can. Alecto still has one hand clasped firmly over his own mouth, too unsure of himself and his ability to stay quiet. It wasn't uncommon for Alecto to be incredibly, obscenely loud during their lovemaking, which was why they had such trouble finding the time for intimacy lately. It was too much of a risk lest they disturb Daphne from sleeping or, worse, alert Avery and his exaggerated cringing and gagging.

Because when he has his husband crowding him like this, hands hot against his soft skin, eager to claim him, to breed him, Alecto can't help himself. He becomes nothing more than just a writhing, mouthy, wailing creature of need and hunger and burning desire.

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"Oh dearest," he whispers, breathless and desperate, as he allows himself to be pulled in, as he reaches down to take hold of his own cock and position it for the best angle of penetration. Alecto is so hot and wet and welcoming around him that he almost comes right there, already deeply worked up by the entire exchange between them both. "I love being inside you," he leans forward, bracing his hands against the cloth of their shared seat and cushioning, his body a firm weight over Alecto's, almost eclipsing him with their difference in size, so he can whisper lowly in his ear, "you're so good to me, dearest. I love feeling all the ways we belong to each other, body and soul."

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“Mmmngh-!” His groan of agreement to everything Joshua is saying is muffled against his hand, but it’s nonetheless a genuine reaction, the sound suddenly pitching high when he feels Joshua finally fuck into him, pressing hard into his dripping, clenching cunt, forcing it open around him. Alecto’s hips tilt up, helping automatically to deepen the angle as Joshua continues to push into him, each thick inch of his cock stretching Alecto so, so wide, it makes him feel like bursting.

He bites down on the flesh of his palm. It does nothing to quell the heavy sound of his breathing, his panting: deep, gulps of air through his nose, as his body trembles, tensing, trying to accommodate both the physical penetration and the intense waves of emotion he’s feeling for Joshua - his beloved husband, father of his children, provider of their home, keeper of his heart. Alecto feels a surge of gratefulness as Joshua bottoms out inside of him; a feeling of deep love and honor for being able to be with him like this, to bring the both of them to such a synchronized level of pure, buzzing pleasure.

"I won't last long this time," he warns, his hips driving forward into the tight heat automatically, with enough force to jar Alecto's entire body. "But I promised I'd fill you up, and I will, until you're dripping with my seed, until I'm fucking myself deeper into you with every movement." He has to stop then, too overcome with pleasure to offer words, to the muffled sounds of Alecto's answering cries of pleasure and agreement, and he fucks into him hard, chasing that immediate high of his own release. That was the point after all - to breed Alecto, to fill him with another child - their child - for both of them to nurture and love and raise - and to obey the demands of his greedy cunt, clenching around Joshua's length.

He bites down at Alecto's shoulder when he comes the first time, hips pistoning forward still in jerky motion as he spills into his body. He doesn't pull out, and he doesn't soften, still nestled inside Alecto as he tries to catch his breath, slight ripples of motion keeping them connected and aware of each other. It would not take long for him to be ready to go again.

This feeling of being taken - Alecto’s body jerking helplessly along with each desperate thrust - of being fucked and eagerly bred by the man he loves while being told such filth was enough to make Alecto come a second time, spilling more hot slick onto the ruined fabrics beneath them and their own thighs. It helps too to continually slick Joshua’s cock as it pounds in and out of Alecto, making his husband’s next motions even more fluid and quick until he finally, unceremoniously peaks.

Alecto’s eyes roll back into his head from the incredible feeling of Joshua coming inside of him like that, coupled with the sharp, possessive pinch of Joshua’s teeth nearly breaking the skin of his shoulder in an absolutely animalistic display of possession and want (and Alecto is positively swooning).

Slowly, he removes his hand from his mouth (though he’s aware he might regret that later when he wakes the children), uses that to clasp onto the back of Joshua’s neck, keeping him gently in place for just a moment longer as Alecto lifts his hips up off the couch, subconsciously as if to make sure a much of his husband’s seed stays deep inside of him, even with Joshua still hard (fuck that’s so hot) and plugging up Alecto’s throbbing cunt.

“Darling,” he whispers, his voice rough and scratchy. “I can’t wait to be absolutely swollen with you. To carry and bear another child for you - oh nothing would make me happier.” He clenches tightly around Joshua’s cock, hears that delicious squish of sound from the motion. “Don’t stop,” he breathes, lips brushing the shell of his husband’s ear, “until you’re sure it’s taken.”

Prompt - Something Lost, Something Found

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