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His darling husband isn't here.
This realization puts a pout on Yudai's face, puffy from waking up just moments ago.
The room is comfortingly warm. The rays of the morning sun peek through the curtains, his pillow and their blanket so soft and covered in husband's scent that it starts to lull him back to sleep, but the empty, cold space next to him prevents that from happening.
His pout deepens.
His fingers slowly rub the sheets in the space next to him, its temperature signalling to him that his dear husband has been gone for quite a while.
"Your papa isn't here with us, my little moon, how rude of him." He sighs disappointingly while rubbing his stomach.
A kick on the stomach tells him that their little moon agrees.
He giggles, "You're my baby, alright."
He takes his time to leave their bed, the warmth still tempting him, but he knows that without his husband, trying to sleep would be pointless.
When he's about to place his dainty feet onto their floor, he notices that its usual coldness is gone and is replaced by a relaxing heat. His husband's attention to detail sends butterflies to his stomach, yet he feels a tinge of sadness at how much he misses his husband.
"Fuma… where are you?" his whine echoes in their bedroom.
He slowly shuffles out of their bedroom, his hand cradling his bump.
Yudai is 6 months along now, the fact making his chest puff out in pride, after all, everyone knows that having a baby with a dragon was as rare as it was very difficult. But he hasn't had any major problems, and he credits his very protective and very loving mate for it.
He makes it into the kitchen of their little cottage in the mountains, his body automatically going through his daily routine. Red raspberry leaf tea in the mug his younger brother Euijoo made for him in his pottery class, a candle made by Yuma during his candle-making phase, lit to spread the smell of lavender in their home, and his shoulders wrapped in the blanket Nicholas had made for his and Fuma's wedding.
It brought him such happiness that his home is filled with the love of their friends and family, and he couldn't wait for their son to feel it.
He steps outside onto their porch, his feet taking him to his rocking chair, determined to feel the morning air on his cheeks as he sits.
The sound of the forest that surrounds their home calms him in a way he never got to experience in the castle.
His time in his family's court wasn't one full of restraint and chains; it was full of respect and love, but the hustle and bustle of his previous day-to-day life, filled with classes and meetings, was something he didn't necessarily miss.
He hopes his parents can feel his appreciation all the way from the mountains for letting him live his life with his one and only, especially since they met in a very unconventional way (bless his mother's heart)
His musings are disrupted by a sound of strong wings flapping in the distance. He stands up from his chair and watches his husband slowly land in the wide clearing in front of their home.
When they were searching for the perfect place for Fuma to build their home, his husband made it clear that they needed a wide, open area. How he had the foresight to know that Yudai would always be watching him come home was a mystery, but he still made sure the space would let him land without the wind from his strong wings pushing Yudai onto his butt, or their little boy's.
Yudai will never get tired of the sight before him.
The red scales of his husband's dragon body gleamed under the sun, his chiseled muscles underneath them bringing a heat to Yudai's stomach. Even from a distance, he can see the sharp horns that cover most of Fuma's body and what seems to be an animal in his mouth, impaled by his sharp teeth.
Fuma drops the cow, which he now knows to be one, onto the ground, the thump of its body hitting the dirt echoing through the space.
Yudai watches the haze of magic cover his husband's form as his bones and body morph into a human.
Now this, this is a sight he will definitely never get tired of.
Fuma was always in the nude when he morphed back to his human form,
He watches as Fuma stretches his arms up above his head, the shadows emphasizing his muscles, which makes him want to lick the sweat off of him, his husband's pecs hypnotizing him with how thick and firm they look, and the large cock between his legs clearly begging for Yudai's attention.
He then watches in horror as Fuma approaches one of their water barrels, grabs the water scoop, and starts to pour the cool water on his hot body. The water was going through every crevice of his body, going from the top of his head, wetting his dark locks, down to his naked torso, and past the member he couldn't wait to put in his mouth. The steam emitting from Fuma's body was not helping in covering anything, but rather it seemed to spotlight everything he wanted his hands on.
Fuck, Yudai is very hungry now.
He was so distracted from imagining all the things he was going to ask Fuma to do to him later that he didn't notice when he was only a meter away from him.
"Good morning, love," Fuma says with a grin, "did you like what you saw?"
Of course, he knew what he was doing to Yudai, his cheeky grin not hiding the fact that he very much did everything on purpose.
Yudai's cheeks reddened so much that he might as well be one of the tomatoes that they grow in the garden behind their home.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Yudai whines.
Fuma's grin grows bigger.
"Oh? I thought you liked it when I talked to you, what happened now?" he says while laying his hands on Yudai's waist, slowly bringing him closer. He pecks Yudai once on the cheek and three times on his plump lips.
Yudai smacks him on the chest, "You're being mean."
Fuma laughs heartily, grabs Yudai's hand, and then starts to kiss each knuckle on his fist.
"Yeah?" Fuma asks, lips hovering over the knuckle of Yudai's ring finger, "I'm being mean?" he continues.
"Yes, you are," Yudai answered, "Your son agrees with me, too."
"Does he now?" Fuma's smile is so big, it blinds Yudai more than the sun ever will.
He watches as his husband slowly gets on his knees, brings his strong hands to his bump, and begins to kiss it.
Yudai thought the love he held for his husband was already a lot; too much, in fact. Sometimes he even teared up just thinking about it. But then again, his darling of a husband always liked proving him wrong.
"Rua, do you think your papa is being mean too?", Fuma asks their little moon.
A kick was what he got for an answer.
Fuma's mouth drops in shock. "What? Rua, what do you mean? Papa is being too mean?" he starts kissing Yudai's bump with greater fervor.
Yudai laughs, his hand landing on Fuma's head, hair still damp.
"I think he's still mad that you left us all alone this morning," Yudai says. "I was too, you left us all alone, "he continues with a pout.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my loves, Papa needed to get more food to make sure that both of you grew healthy and happy. I also didn't want to wake you, hun, you looked so peaceful sleeping," Fuma explains, rubbing his face onto the bump, hoping their little moon could feel his love.
He slowly drags his face up to look up at Yudai.
"Will you forgive me?" Fuma asks.
God, Yudai loved him so much.
Yudai places his hand on the cheek of the man who would do anything for their family, his thumb caressing him with care.
"If you put it like that, how can I continue being mad with you, my love?" he answers.
Fuma stands up and brings his lips to Yudai's, hoping he can pour every love he had for his wife into the kiss, his hand caressing the bump with affection.
"I love you so much," Fuma whispers when they separate.
"I love you too," Yudai replies.
"Now, how about we go inside, and I'll make you those scrambled eggs I know you're probably craving," Fuma suggests.
"With cream on top?" Yudai asks with a sparkle in his eyes.
Fuma chuckles under his breath, "I'll put in extra."
Yudai gasps with his happiness and starts to tug Fuma back home with the strength of ten knights despite being pregnant.
Their laughter and love echoing in the mountains.
Who knew that a little grab of a prince would lead to such domesticity?
Fin