Page 5 of Labor of Love

Luca had what he needed.

Had West body and soul.

He whimpered into West’s mouth as he surrendered to him, tongue running coyly over West’s while below, he squeezed West’s cock imploringly. His heat was right there, scratching at the door of his mind, wanting to be let in so it could take control, but Luca refused to turn the lock.

Not until he felt West come.

Not until he knew what it was like to be filled by his best friend.

He came in anticipation of it, the thought of being West’s lover pushing him over the edge, but even as he came, he kept the kiss going. He didn’t want it to stop. It was so easy to pretend that this was real when they were touching like this—that West was really his, and they were making a baby not because Luca had asked it of him as a favor, but because West wanted it, too.

They were still kissing when West’s knot swelled.

Still kissing when he came deep, flooding Luca’s womb with his seed.

Still kissing when Luca’s heat set in and senseless instinct took hold?—

—and if there was any justice in this world, they’d still be kissing when he snapped out of it.

It was sunny when Luca came back to his senses, and the bedroom strangely chilled despite the sex-sticky stuffiness in the air. If it weren't for the man on top of him, he might have shivered, but West was an effective blanket—and his cock an excellent distraction. It pumped into Luca steadily, unhurriedly, more like West was passing time than invested in his own pleasure.

“God, that feels good,” Luca breathed, causing West to come to a stop. He didn't pull out, but he did prop himself up on his hands and looked down at Luca with worried eyes.

“Luca?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Is it over?” West hesitated. “Are you yourself again?”

“Yeah. I think so. How long was I out?”

The worry on West's face did not abate. “In a couple hours, it will have been five days.”

Five days.

Luca exhaled slowly, trying to chase out an uncomfortable feeling taking root inside his chest. Thanks to modern medicine, this was the first time since puberty that he’d blacked out during his heat, and he’d forgotten how utterly disconcerting it was to wake up and realize the last time he’d really been himself was almost a full week ago.

But, uneasiness aside, there was a silver lining.

An omega’s heat lasted seven days on average, and Luca’s had always maintained status quo. The fact that he had pulled out of it two days early could only mean one thing: West had done his job.

Luca was pregnant.

The thrill of realization rose inside of him like a soap bubble, shiny and glowing, lifting him up, up, up until it felt like he was floating. Realistically, it was no great surprise that what he’d hoped had come to pass—almost no omega who had unprotected sex during their heat could avoid pregnancy—but it felt unreal in the same way that beholding a once messy, now spotless room after a day spent deep cleaning it was disorienting. Yeah, he’d put in the work knowing the outcome, but the result was shocking all the same.

“I made sure to take good care of you,” West rushed to say, no doubt noticing Luca’s discomfort. “I kept you hydrated and fed, and we even got to shower a few times between, um…” He went tomato red. “Sessions. I figure we can order in tonight so we can get some real food in you, and I can spend between now and then cleaning up. The bathroom’s a little messy since we, uh… you know… in the shower, and I’ll get your bedding stripped and ready for the laundry.”

They stared at each other in silence for a moment, during which West went from tomato to cranberry.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked. “It’s weird, right? I thought you wouldn’t be back to normal for a while, and just a couple of minutes ago you were begging for me to put it in, so…”

He pulled out just a bit, readying himself for Luca to give him the okay, but the silken drag as he moved reminded Luca that sex with West hadn’t just been great—it was the new gold standard. Even something as simple as pulling out set off fireworks in the pit of Luca’s stomach.

Without meaning to, he clamped his thighs around West’s hips, holding him in place.

“No. You should… you should finish what you started.” His gaze drifted down to West’s kiss-swollen lips. Never had they been more tempting. “The bathroom and laundry can wait until tomorrow, but we’re never gonna have a chance to do this ever again. Fuck me just a while longer and stay the night, and we can go back to being friends in the morning.”

West’s lips parted.

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