03-04-2017, 06:10 PM
"Ever since my second gender was revealed to me, it had always been my dream to carry little fairies for my mate." That phrase filled his chest with pride, battling with the guilt surrounding his thoughts for not seeing all this before. His husband sacrificed a normal fairy life, just to be with him. However, self-loathing is not going to be helpful, and the tender kiss coming after the words of his angel confirms it.
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Of course. I'll keep this secret babe. Was his answer for the first statement. He noticed the closing eyes as his mate's explanation went on. Rorik placed a soothing hand on the back of Marc's head, resting it against his chest while playing with silky hair. The concentrated information was indeed a bit frightening. When you think about it, mood changes that affect heartrate and health in general are no joke material. Add to that that is not only Marcus the one to look for. His babies; their little angels already absorbed a great stress these days. Now the dominant wants to win their trust again, making sure no harm comes to his family.
Despite all this facts, he ramained calm, accepting the sleepy invitation.
Yes angel. Sweet dreams. With that they welcomed slumber, totally tangled in bed, the seeder trying to ignore the sight of Erin "popping his egg". Whatever that means.
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Is almost late afternoon and as Rorik wakes, he can't ignore what his body is doing. His hand is placed firmly on Marc's belly, drawing small circles on the skin. While the carrier still humms happily in his dreams, the husband leans over, kissing the already showing abdomen.
I love you my boys. Papa is sorry. I'm so sorry. He fights against the moist on his eyes. You are gonna be perfect. No doubt of that. He whispers. The teacher chuckles and R knows he must have tickled him with his stubble. Without going back, he chooses the hard way. A twisting tongue and playful teeth dance on the other's neck, warm hand still where life is growing.
Wake up lazy dad. You had to hide your fairy identity. Now I want to catch up. Teach me. He recieves a pleased, sleppy "no yet" as answer.
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Of course. I'll keep this secret babe. Was his answer for the first statement. He noticed the closing eyes as his mate's explanation went on. Rorik placed a soothing hand on the back of Marc's head, resting it against his chest while playing with silky hair. The concentrated information was indeed a bit frightening. When you think about it, mood changes that affect heartrate and health in general are no joke material. Add to that that is not only Marcus the one to look for. His babies; their little angels already absorbed a great stress these days. Now the dominant wants to win their trust again, making sure no harm comes to his family.
Despite all this facts, he ramained calm, accepting the sleepy invitation.
Yes angel. Sweet dreams. With that they welcomed slumber, totally tangled in bed, the seeder trying to ignore the sight of Erin "popping his egg". Whatever that means.
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Is almost late afternoon and as Rorik wakes, he can't ignore what his body is doing. His hand is placed firmly on Marc's belly, drawing small circles on the skin. While the carrier still humms happily in his dreams, the husband leans over, kissing the already showing abdomen.
I love you my boys. Papa is sorry. I'm so sorry. He fights against the moist on his eyes. You are gonna be perfect. No doubt of that. He whispers. The teacher chuckles and R knows he must have tickled him with his stubble. Without going back, he chooses the hard way. A twisting tongue and playful teeth dance on the other's neck, warm hand still where life is growing.
Wake up lazy dad. You had to hide your fairy identity. Now I want to catch up. Teach me. He recieves a pleased, sleppy "no yet" as answer.
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