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The sun rose on a particularly dewy morning, it had rained in the night leaving their serene cottage damp with rain droplets.
Viktor softly stirs in their joined bed, a distant cry came from the other room. Viktor slowly turned his head over to Jayce, who was still asleep. "It's your turn.." A mumbled voice erupted from Jayce and Viktor couldn't deny that it was true.
Groggily, he blindly patted around for his cane before pushing himself off their bed. "Thank you, V" Jayce yawned, earning a non-committal grunt from Viktor, who was out of the room already.
Their daughter, Mira, was still crying in her cradle. The man cooed softly at her, "Maličký," His voice gone soft as he picked the girl up strategically as not to drop his cane nor his daughter. "It's 7AM, my daughter." He shushed her crying, her big brown eyes staring up at him as if he were the only person in the world.
"Mmhn, but you do not care, do you?" It had been a few months since this beautiful little girl was born, her birth had been hell on Jayce's back, which had earned Viktor a lot of complaining, but it was worth it, way worth it for their daughter.
Viktor limped into the kitchen at a casual pace then preparing a warm bottle for her to eat. "You know," He started, talking to the baby. "It was actually your papa's turn to make you food." He smiled to himself as he held the bottle to his face, taking its temperature. "But we'll keep that a secret between us, hm?" He gave her a wink.
The baby just babbled, obviously not understanding what her father was talking about but enjoying the sound of his voice nevertheless.
She made grabby hands at the bottle and Viktor sat down feeding her with a happy sigh.
These domestic scenes were what he lived for, just feeding his baby on a sunny morning while the rest of his beloved family was asleep. "Baba.." A small voice came from the kitchen door.
"Mm, Orin?" Viktor gazed over at their eldest son, a lanky teenager who had apparently just woken up. "Why are you up? It's very early, miláček."
Orin sat at the table with tired eyes. "Heard Mi crying." Was all he answered before resting his head on the table. Viktor kisses his head, he found it sweet how much his eldest cared for his youngest. It was very cute, gave him a glance into how siblings interact with each other, something neither he nor Jayce could relate to.
"We still have sweetmilk, drink some, my darling, it'll help you go back to sleep."
Mira let out a soft noise as she pulled her face away from the bottle.
"Are Naph and Blitz still asleep?" Orin asked, pouring his sweetmilk into a homemade cup he had made for his parents that had 'Best dads!' sprawled on the side of it. Viktor had always loved the cup, giving Orin tons of kisses for even considering making it.
"Sleeping, I hope.. Naph has been tinkering a lot lately, especially after bedtime." Orin grinned softly, turning back to his father. "Baba, remember when I used to tinker under my blankets..You would yell at me to go to bed so much." He giggled before sitting back with his father, sipping his sweetmilk.
"Miláček, you were so stubborn when you were younger." He reminisced, a year after arriving in this new world after teleporting from their world together, they had settled and built their lovely cottage beside the river they appeared beside.
Their life had already been on track once they decided to have a child. That was a passionate few weeks in their small lab. Viktor's face heat up with the memories of pushing his husband down, tenderly making love to him before blowing his back out.
"Yeah well, you always said my big brain had big ideas" Orin leaned against his father, snapping Viktor out of the memories. "I also said that big brain means you have a big head." Viktor rest his own head atop his son, hair softly tickling his cheek.
They stayed like that for a while, basking in each other's warmth until the rest of the family started to pile into the kitchen. Naph had woken up Blitz who went and woke up Jayce, now they were all chatting in the kitchen while Jayce prepared his famous breakfast tamales.
"Baba," Naph started. "Yes, maličký?" Viktor asked back.
"Why is the sky blue?" Naph asked to his sister's delight. "Ooh Baba can I? Please!" Blitz jumped up, excitedly wanting to flex her understanding of the world and Viktor let her with an admirer's smile.
"We have smart kids, amor." Jayce placed a plate in front of Viktor in exchange for Mira. "Yeshhh, we dooo, pequeña." He cooed at their youngest.
Conceiving Mira was a tad bit harder.
Both Naph and blitz were in their terrible developing years, which they still are but they're getting better, and Orin was incredibly moody, shouting and screaming or ranting and raving, both of them were starting to regret having kids...but there was a special moment. Jayce had fallen ill and it kicked in a sense of panic for all of them. The twins had forgotten their tantrums and clung to Jayce morning, noon and night, praising him with compliments and love.
And Orin,
Well Orin decided to show his love by making gifts and helping more around the cottage, cleaning up after his siblings or making breakfast for Jayce and Viktor. That really got Jayce's engines revving omce he got better.
The kids had all gone to bed and Orin was sleeping over at a friend's house. Viktor leaned back sighing, he was working on a small project, something to keep his hands busy. Jayce stalked up behind his husband, "Viiik~" Hands roaming Viktor's chest from behind, he pressed his lips against Viktor's neck. "I'm ovulating and I want you to fuck a baby into me right now, Viktor." Viktor dropped his pencil.
Jayce had never been so vulgar before and quite frankly Viktor thought he was done with having more kids, Jayce never let him forget how his body had changed from giving birth three times but he guessed that didn't matter right now.
Jayce straddled him, making sure his weight wasn't too heavy on his husband. Already, his crotch was soaked through. "Seeing how well behaved our kids were– fuck...how they took care of me..I want another baby, bad." Viktor was nothing but a slave to his husband's wills. "Of course, my love."
Their love making was intense, messy but also loving and quiet (as to not wake up their infant children) and once it was over..well Jayce was craving it again.
"Jayce, baby, my leg.." Jayce adjusted his lover's leg, laying him down before spreading them both, kissing down his torso with a devious smile. He ground his pussy again Viktor's cock before thrusting his hips forward. Taking the reigns, Jayce fucks himself onto Viktor's dick with an all new fervour. This man was determined to have another baby.
"Ah, oh honey no– please stop pulling daddy's hair!" Mira's grip on Jayce's hair was absolutely lethal. "Babygirl, please." The rest of the family giggled at their father's suffering but Orin actually did help him get her chubby little hands off, earning a thankful kiss from his father.
With a tamale in his mouth, Viktor watched the scene in front of him. The wonderful domestic life they had made for themselves.
And he was happy.