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Maekar smiled with sadness as he watched Aerion, Duncan and their children take the road back to Summerhall. He loved to take care of them and hoped they would visit more often.
The Keep felt empty without children – Aerion's were too young to stay there, and Valarr and Daerion's were at Dragonstone with their parents.
Matarys hadn't had children yet, nor did Aegon. Aemon wouldn't be having any kids, and Rhae and Daella weren't married yet.
Empty nest, that's what some called it. And oh, it felt empty.
But Maekar didn't need to worry for much time – soon, Valarr's would move in with them and everything would be fine again. And maybe he could convince Aerion to let one of his to stay, too.
“Are you alright, sweetling?”
Baelor asked, placing a hand on the omega's back.
“I am, why do you ask?” He answered, as they walked back to the Main Hall.
“Nothing, I just thought you had a sad look on your face. Are you sad to see our family depart?”
“What type of question is this, brother? Of course I am! I hope I can have more time with the babes, they are growing so quick and-”
Baelor smiled – their grandchildren had softened Maekar in ways he never expected.
“Maybe we could have more of our own, then you wouldn't be sad all the time.”
“What.”
Maekar stopped, looking at his husband in disbelief. No way. Baelor was an old man, and he himself had gone past the age of fertility.
“Is this some sort of new fantasy of yours, brother?”
“I mean…”
That smug look. The alpha wasn't joking.
“Baelor. My older brother, alpha, husband and king. Are you aware that I can't carry anymore, right? You had your lessons, you heard the maester, too.”
“Like I said, I mean…”
“Unbelievable. To suggest an elder like me could have children again!”
Baelor just shrugged.
For some reason, that really got stuck on his mind. To suggest that he, an omega in his forties have another babe!
Maekar laid on the shared bed with a scowl. He had excused himself earlier than usual, tired from the day.
The omega was almost sleeping when the door opened. He laid quiet, pretending he was still sleeping while Baelor got ready for bed.
“Sweetling? Are you sleeping already?”
“...yes.”
Baelor kissed his shoulder, licking at the old mating bite.
“Are you mad at me, love?”
Maekar stopped to think for a second. Was he? Or was he just annoyed at the suggestion of getting pregnant again? He knew that it was impossible, but the thought of having to go under it all again – under the back pains, the swollen feet, the heavy-with-milk teats…
Maekar felt his cheeks getting red. Maybe from the way Baelor was caressing his arse, or from remembering when he was younger and how his husband would fuck him while he was pregnant.
It felt different from fucking like always. When pregnant his body would get more sensitive, easier to tease.
“No answer? I will assume you are mad, then. Guess I will have to do something about it…
The omega didn't answer, but opened his legs more, giving space for Baelor to slide his cock between them and rub it against his cunt.
He moaned softly, feeling the alpha's cock getting harder. Fuck. Baelor slipped his tip inside Maekar's cunt and moaned behind the omega's ear.
“Fuck…nghn…hurry with it,” Maekar begged, he tried to move his hips and get more of his brother's cock, but the man didn't move at all.
“Why? Do you want my cock this much, princess?”
Princess. Princess. Heh.
“I am in my forties and your consort king, not a princess, brother.”
“Nonsense. You'll always be my girl.”
Fuck. The alpha really knew how to annoy him. Or to make him wetter. Whatever was the case, all Maekar wanted was to get pounded.
He closed his eyes, moaning when he felt Baelor pushing his cock deep inside. Years taking it and he was already used to the stretch, but somehow it always felt as good as the first time.
Maekar felt a hand reaching to grab one of his teats. Baelor was using the weight of his own leg to lift the omega's, making it easier for him to fuck his cunt.
“Think about it, baby brother…” the alpha scented him, licking his neck, “Think about how nice it would be for your teats to swell with milk again.”
As if trying to make his point, Baelor squeezed his nipple, taking a whine from the omega.
“N-nonsense! Ngh, fuck.”
Much to his embarrassment, his cunt got wetter with slick. He could feel his clit getting harder, begging to be touched.
Baelor’s rhythm was slow, torturing him. How he wished his husband would move faster, but he was instead being as slow as a snail.
“Do you think that? Really? Then why is your cunt clenching around my cock like this, why…” he moved his hand to Maekar's swollen clit, taking it with two fingers and jerking it, “Why are you so hard for me, then?”
Maekar buried his face into the pillow, muffling his moans.
Baelor grabbed him by the neck, turning his face and forcing the omega to look at him.
“Don't even think about hiding your moans, little brother.”
“Nghnn, fuck. F-faster!”
The alpha smiled before kissing him, forcing his tongue inside Maekar's mouth and taking the omega's moans.
Still, he didn't go faster. Instead it was as if he was going slower – Maekar felt the emptiness of his cock slipping out be slowly replaced by it going inside again, in an unhurried rhythm.
“Will you let Kepa fill you up with pup again, hmm? Do you want that, sweetling?”
Whatever. If Maekar could shrug off, he would. He couldn't get pregnant again, so there was no problem in indulging in those fantasies, right?
“Y-yes! Please, please, Kepa!”
“Good girl. That's how I like it.”
That was enough to make Maekar come. He twitched, whimpering when Baelor kept touching his clit even after he came.
“Oh, fu- ngh…breed me, brother!”
“How am I supposed to last when you're doing this to me, sweetling?”
Maekar laughed. He turned his face again, giving Baelor a kiss on his cheek.
“So come on, spill your seed inside my womb, my husband.”
Baelor went on full speed – the sounds of his stones hitting against Maekar's arse, along with the men's moans filled the rooms.
The alpha buried his face on Maekar's shoulder, biting on their mating bite. He had never let it heal completely, whenever it was almost healing, he would bite it again.
And the omega loved it, of course.
Maekar still had to drink moon tea whenever they fucked – the maester had said that it was to regulate his cycle, things like that.
“If you are barren, then there's no need for you to drink more moon tea, right?”
Baelor asked the morning after, between kisses.
The omega stopped to think. His cycle was almost stopping and the last time he had his period of the month was moons ago. Maybe the alpha was right and it would do no harm for him not to drink tea, maybe it would even be better for him.
Turns out, Maekar was in something the maesters called ‘perimenopause’. But he only discovered it moons later, when he felt fatter than usual.
Baelor was jumping around, telling everyone they would have another child, before Maekar hit his brother with a punch.
Still, the omega cradled his belly, wondering what he should name this one.