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The topic of “trying for a child” was never really meant to be taken seriously, but the tone of Robert's voice when he mentioned it during one drunken night at yet another bar sounded like he genuinely meant it.
“Not gonna get Robertson's name, ugh. Gotta be… something nicer.”
He was already two bottles of soju and several shots in, and it was honestly a surprise that he was still speaking coherently. The rest of the group were in similar states, if not worse – like Courtney and Herman who have both passed out completely. The only remaining sober one was Malevola, though she wasn't really listening to what Robert was mumbling about.
“You gon’ let the kid get Bae’s last name?” Alice responded, throwing back another shot.
“I dunno what his last name is,” Robert admitted. “He has two, I think, the American one and the Afghan one.”
“If this kid is born white, he gon’ have a world of trouble with an Afghan last name, I’ll tell ya.”
“Mm, problem for another day,” Robert mumbled, finishing off the last of the soju, then dropping the bottle on the ground with a low thud.
The topic wasn't serious.
What Robert was seeing was the serious one.
Chad was over by the bar away from the group. Next to him stood another man, dressed just about as you would expect one would for a gay bar. The man looked to be a normie, as far as Robert could tell, though with the speed he was throwing back his drinks, there was a chance he was a super after all.
Robert tried to look away, but how could he? Chad seemed to be in some kind of flirty mood, face flushed and happily accepting the attention he was given by the pretty stranger, and they were both leaning closer than two total strangers normally would, shoulders touching.
Hanging around Chad's neck was a silver necklace, a simple, dainty chain with a small tag. It gleamed under the low light, catching the light at just the right angle and shining brightly
Robert would blame the alcohol, though it didn't hide how hot the flames of jealousy burned within him.
At the end of the day, Robert was the one who would go home with Chad.
Robert was also the one who could wake up next to Chad in the morning and pull him closer in a possessive manner.
Robert was the only one that could whisper in Chad's ear about how he noticed the flirting with that stranger at the bar and make Chad shudder at the low, sultry and reprimanding tone.
Robert was the only one who could tug at the day collar that hung on Chad's neck and draw out an apologetic whine while he bared his neck in submission.
“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?”
No answer needed to come, because it didn't matter if it was a yes or no, Robert needed to claim his lover, his partner, his submissive.
One way or another, Chad was going to learn his lesson.
Maybe Chad had wanted it. After all, he liked to test how far he could push Robert before he would snap. It wasn't that difficult to bat his eyes just the right way and find his lure for the night, one that he could easily use to fish out Robert's possessive streak and use it to his advantage.
Chad never planned to take it far, all he wanted was the attention from those eyes he'd spent nights staring into.
With Robert's left hand gripping onto Chad's neck to push his face down into the mattress, and his right hand roughly fingering Chad's cunt, both men were exactly where they wanted to be.
“You think that guy could’ve made you feel this good? Make you get this fucking wet?”
Chad could only moan into the pillow and arch his back more, mind already starting to go blank from how rough Robert’s fingers were pressing into every sensitive spot inside him. “N-no, no sir.”
“Is it because I don’t use your hole enough? Think you could go around and let people fuck you? Do I need to fuck you loose until people know you belong to me?”
Robert felt the fire of jealousy from the night before reignite, as if he never managed to put it out at all even after sleeping and waking up next to the man he called his. The fire burned and propelled every possessive urge within him, all that was in his mind was to claim what was his, and it did not matter what he must do to achieve that goal.
If what he did must involve making Chad whimper and beg for his mercy, then that was what he would do.
“You’re mine,” Robert growled into Chad’s ear as he pulled his head up by a fistful of hair. “I do not want to see you flirting with anybody else, do you understand?”
“Yes,” Chad moaned, whining as Robert tightened the grip in his hair. “Yours, all yours, sir. ‘M sorry, s-sorry, please sir wanna be yours, yours only, oh fuck–”
Without warning, Robert pushed his cock into Chad’s pussy, making him groan as he sunk into a warm and wet hole. Robert bottomed out in one go, not a single second spared to let Chad adjust or get used to the feeling, all he needed in the moment was to claim what was his.
“Should’ve fucking baby-trapped you on the first,” thrust, “fuckin’,” thrust, “day.” thrust.
Chad whimpered, a broken noise every time Robert snapped his hips forward, driving his cock deep into his cunt. It hurt, but it was the kind of searing pain that burned in a beautiful way, one that would amplify every bit of pleasure he felt. Humiliation ran alongside that feeling, and it was almost too much, teetering on the very edge.
It was thrilling.
“Yes, mmph yes please!” Chad could only beg, his mind only filled with the desire to be claimed, to be owned so deeply that he had to bear Robert’s seed, to be used and bred until he could no longer think of anyone else but Robert.
Where Robert’s firm hands gripped on Chad’s waist, red marks were left behind. When the marks faded, they were replaced with new ones, either on the same spot or elsewhere.
Even though Chad was stronger than Robert by every measure, he felt weak and small when he was flipped around and tossed on the bed on his back like he didn’t weigh anything. Even when Robert’s teeth sunk into the flesh on his shoulders, Chad had no resistance, only able to let out moans of pleasure while he gripped tighter onto the sheets beneath him as he bared his neck for Robert to claim.
Every bite and lick from Robert onto Chad’s bare skin was punctuated with a low growl of mine, each one less coherent than the other, like a feral instinct was taking over and that was all he could do, to mark every inch of skin he could get his teeth on and stake his claim.
Chad’s body went lax with every slow thrust of Robert’s cock fucking into his cunt. It was sloppy, messy and uncoordinated, but just the sensation of being filled up was enough to maintain a steady wave of pleasure that made his mind go blank, eager for more. If the way his body opened up wasn't enough to convince Robert he wanted more, then his desperate pleas would more than prove it.
Or when Chad abruptly sat up and pushed Robert to sit on the bed so he could ride his cock instead after being sick of the slow, deep thrusts.
With Chad’s hair falling in front of his face, Robert could still see the pure lust behind those ember eyes. Robert could only groan, feeling the slick drip down from Chad’s hole onto his hips, squelching noises filling the room as Chad fucked himself.
Chad could see it all reflected in Robert’s eyes too, that same gaze he had noticed from across the room the night before, one that was watching his every move, and one that continued to follow him even after the stranger had left and he was sitting by himself.
“Breed me,” Chad growled. “Make me yours, fill me up and – mmph – show people who I belong to.”
“Fuck,” Robert groaned, feeling the coil of pleasure tighten in his crotch. His hands instinctively went up to grab at Chad’s neck, pulling him down to meet his lips in a searing kiss. His other hand grabbed at Chad’s waist, pulling him down to meet his pelvis with every thrust. “You’re mine, all mine. I love you, l-love you so much, fuck–”
“Yours. Yours, yours, all yours. I love you too, Robert, please – oh my god–!”
Their bodies stuttered, then stilled for a moment. A sharp breath, then panting, hot breaths fill the air, hands grabbing onto each others’ bodies and leaving marks in their trail. Robert’s teeth sunk into Chad’s shoulder, while Chad dug his fingers into Robert’s arms, mouth hanging open and eyes rolled back. Their orgasms hit them both square in the gut, and suddenly the outside world disappeared, all they had was each other and the sounds of heavy breathing.
Robert staked his claim. Chad found belonging. They were complete.
—
There was never any real animosity between them, of course.
At the end of the day, Robert would gladly carry Chad to the bathroom and put them both into a warm bath.
Chad was the one who got to enjoy Robert giving him a head massage and hair wash.
Robert was the one who could sigh happily as Chad’s warm hands soothed his lower back pain.
Chad would gladly make Robert breakfast and share a meal with him at their dining table as they enjoyed a slow morning.
At the end of the day, they made their way back into each other’s arms, trading kisses and sweet nothings over a movie and a snack.
Sometimes, they just get a little greedy over each other.
—
“So what’s this about trying for a child?” Prism asked.
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
Flambae was in the middle of his lunch in the breakroom when his best friend joined. He was immediately thrown off by her question, but his gut could guess where this was going already.
“Didn’t Robbo say you guys were trying for a child? Like, adoption or something? Unless you somehow lied about getting your tubes tied?”
Flambae felt his face burn bright red. His gut was right, and now all he could do was hide behind his face while he groaned loudly.
“I’m gonna fucking kill this bitch.”