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It had been natural for Hansol to be the stay-at-home parent. Seungkwan’s listeners would sometimes send in comments to the radio station praising him for being a modern omega. Bringing the bacon home while alpha was rearing the children. He appreciates the sentiment but the reality was that Hansol had more flexible hours and could work from home. He only needs to go into the studio every now and then while Seungkwan is always stuck at the station. But in parenting, they’re a team. They make it work.
Though Seungkwan can’t really call himself a “modern omega” since they have four pups, a number that makes peoples’ eyebrows raise. Hansol makes things worse by constantly murmuring in his ear about how much he wanted to knock him up again. Terrible.
“You’re insane,” Jeonghan had said flatly while he was pregnant with his fourth. Seungkwan knows everyone would freak out if they knew he was considering more. But Seungkwan can’t help it. Hansol is so good with their kids, steady, patient, and kind, it makes Seungkwan want to give him as many pups as he wants. Seungkwan loves his babies, and they love him back, but it’s so special to watch Hansol be a father. He’s loved Hansol since they were teenagers, sweet innocent puppy love that matured into something strong enough to build a family.
It had been Seungkwan who always wanted kids, Hansol the nervous one despite being a wonderful older brother to Hangyeol. He had gotten pregnant with Seolla earlier than either of them planned, his mate an anxious wreck throughout the entire pregnancy. “I’m gonna be so bad at this,” Hansol had whispered against his gravid stomach, shoulders trembling, scent sour with distress.
Little Seolla had kicked Seungkwan at the sound of her papa’s voice. Seungkwan just pet Hansol’s hair, letting him mope. “You aren’t. The man I love isn’t allowed to be bad at this.”
They really had nothing to worry about. Hansol was a natural. Such a natural, Seungkwan had gotten pregnant with Eunseol barely a year later. Now that was challenging, a toddler and a newborn, he’d shamelessly enlisted all their child-free friends to help with both of them. After that, they’d learn to stagger the times between pregnancies with Junseol and Seolhee. To make it easier on their family.
So yeah. Four was more than enough. But Seungkwan can’t deny the hot stirring in his gut whenever he comes home to see Hansol being used as a human jungle gym in their living room, their brood climbing all over him. It’s not sexy at all, but it gets Seungkwan going. “Hi Daddy,” he greets cheekily, using the English word that used to make Hansol’s ears turn pink. His alpha’s eye twitches. Seungkwan winks at him.
“Hello my little gremlins,” he greets their brood next, who all untangle themselves from Hansol to launch themselves at Seungkwan’s legs. Hansol laughs at Seungkwan’s pained ‘oof’ as he nearly falls against the door at the power of four energetic children. “Aaah, what is your papa feeding you?” Seungkwan complains as he hoists an insistent Seolhee into his arms. She’s the youngest at five, Seungkwan’s little girl. “You’re getting so big.”
“A healthy nutritional diet,” Hansol says as he comes to kiss Seungkwan hello, ignoring Seolla’s exaggerated gagging noise. She’s fourteen now, getting to that age where everything her parents’ do is gross. Seungkwan is going to cry like a baby when she enters high school next year.
“Fish fingers!” Junseol comments cheerfully. “Mama, we had fish fingers for lunch!”
Seungkwan levels a look at Hansol who stares at their only son in betrayal. “And vegetables. Tell mama about the vegetables.”
It’s very amusing to see that devious expression on Junseol’s face, when he’s essentially the mini version of Hansol. Uncle Soonyoung is a bad influence. “What are vegetables?”
“Yah Chwe Junseol - “
Seungkwan takes Eunseol’s hand as Hansol grabs Junseol and hangs him upside down, their son shrieking with laughter. “Alright,” he tells his girls, kissing Seolhee’s hair. “I want to hear about school.”
School nights are pretty routine. Homework is checked, dinner is eaten, and Seungkwan claps his hands as Seolla and Eunseol rope Hansol into doing a girl group dance with them. As soon as their kids are all tuckered out in bed, Seungkwan slumps his shoulders, ready to call it a day. His restful plans are ruined by the way Hansol practically mauls him in the bedroom, scent lit up with arousal. “Don’t you dare,” Seungkwan snaps without heat as Hansol starts tugging at his clothes. “I need to shower.” Hansol sinks to his knees so that he can nuzzle his bare belly and Seungkwan grabs hold of his hair. “Alpha, are you listening to me?”
“Don’t be mean,” Hansol whines back, kissing his skin reverently. “I can smell you, Kwannie. Smells good.”
Seungkwan’s cheeks color as Hansol pushes his underwear down, pressing a kiss right over his mound. Ah right, the perpetual after effects of watching his handsome mate tussle with their children: a permanently slick pussy. “You should be grateful,” Seungkwan grumbles, fingers tightening in his hair. Now that he’s looking properly, he can see some silver strands. Hansol’s maternal side of the family tends to go gray earlier, a trait he’s inherited. Embarrassingly, he can feel himself getting wetter. Fuck him. “Easy access, and all that.”
“I’m so grateful,” Hansol tells him before he starts lapping at him, dipping his tongue deep inside. Seungkwan moans happily, spreading his legs to make it easier for him. Oh, they’re awful parents for being so damn shameless all the time but with Hansol sucking insistently at his clit, Seungkwan truly doesn’t care. He tilts his head back, fully enjoying it, getting wetter and wetter until Hansol abruptly stops. Seungkwan doesn’t get the opportunity to complain because Hansol’s on his feet and picking him up to toss him onto the bed. Alpha brute.
“I want another one,” Hansol growls as he climbs over Seungkwan’s bare body. His hands come to spread Seungkwan’s legs, exposing him completely. Seungkwan hums nonsensically, pulling Hansol’s sweats down to free his cock, hard and leaking.
“Another what?” Seungkwan asks, all faux innocence, pumping Hansol leisurely. “A tattoo?” Hansol has clementines on his hip, music notes around his ribs. Silly Adventure Time characters on his back. Seungkwan likes to lick at them.
“A baby,” Hansol sighs, right as he slides inside Seungkwan. Seungkwan whines at the stretch, arching his back to adjust to Hansol’s girth. Hansol has his fun with Seungkwan’s body in the meantime, groping and squeezing. In his youth, Seungkwan used to be self conscious about his weight, but motherhood quickly banished that kind of thinking. He’s soft everywhere now, especially around his hips and chest, but it’s hard to worry about it when Hansol is so clearly obsessed with his body. “Seungkwan. Sweetheart. I want another one.” He rolls his hips slowly as he speaks, Seungkwan’s slick making the slide easy.
“You’re crazy,” Seungkwan gasps, eyes rolling back when Hansol leans down to latch eagerly at a puffy nipple. He sucks hard, making Seungkwan clench around him. “We have - four already - we’re too old - “ His voice breaks off when Hansol starts moving faster, cock slamming into him insistently.
“Not old,” Hansol grunts. He moves to press a soft kiss at Seungkwan’s claim mark, the tender gesture completely at odds with how roughly he’s fucking into Seungkwan. The filthy slap of Hansol’s hips hitting his ass is loud and obscene, and Seungkwan has to dig his teeth into his hand to hold back his moans.
Hansol does stop for a moment, because they are still parents, letting Seungkwan catch his breath. His hands come down to cup Seungkwan’s belly, eyes glazed over. Seungkwan can feel his cock twitch inside him. Typical. “You just want to see me get fat again,” Seungkwan accuses, breathless as Hansol rubs gentle circles on his skin.
It’s a mistake. Hansol’s entire face darkens. “Yes,” he hisses emphatically, fucking in so hard, Seungkwan cries out in surprise. “I do. Wanna see you get all big with my pup again, wanna see your tits leak - “ He grabs Seungkwan’s thighs and pushes them up to his chest, cock pushing back in a new angle that makes Seungkwan wail. He spares one second to say a silent apology to their children, before succumbing to the pleasure, body trembling at the merciless way Hansol drives into his pussy. He won’t shut up either, filth dripping from his clever mouth, setting Seungkwan on fire. “Always so pretty, but you’re the prettiest when you’re full of me. Full of my pup.” Hansol looks feral, baring his fangs, presumably imagining Seungkwan pregnant again. “Give me another one, omega, show everyone how you’re mine, you’ll always be mine - “
“Pervert,” Seungkwan whimpers, body jerking with the force of Hansol’s thrusts. God, it feels good. “Stupid alpha pervert, shut up and just give me your knot - “
Hansol responds immediately to that, cock already starting to thicken inside him. Seungkwan can feel his body act in turn, getting more slack and slick to make it easier for Hansol’s knot. “Love you,” Hansol moans, dropping Seungkwan’s thighs so that he can press his body down, chest to chest. Peppering desperate kisses all over Seungkwan’s face. “Love you so much, Seungkwannie, my omega, gonna breed you again, get you pregnant.”
Seungkwan needs his stupid husband to stop talking but he’s lost in it now, flailing out one hand that Hansol grabs tightly. He feels crazy. It feels so good, how is it always still so good after all these years. Seungkwan loves him so much, with everything he is.
“You’re perfect,” Hansol mumbles against his mouth as his cock starts to swell. “The perfect mate, carrying all our pups - “
“You’re perfect,” Seungkwan sobs back, mindless with pleasure. “Every time - I see you with them - I get so wet - “
“Gonna come,” Hansol promises. “Fill you up, make sure it takes. Gonna give you another pup.” His hand reaches down to rub frantically at Seungkwan’s clit so he comes right as Hansol pops his knot. Seungkwan’s crying as Hansol floods him with hot cum, nails digging in his shoulders, Hansol rocking his hips in slow, gentle motions. Hansol runs his hands all over Seungkwan’s shaking body, rumbling softly to soothe. Seungkwan’s overwhelmed, from how full he is, pussy twitching around Hansol’s knot with aftershocks of pleasure. His mind feels soft and hazy, slipping into a knot-high, safe and satisfied with his alpha’s body atop him, their combined scent heavy in the room.
The entire time they’re tied, Hansol sucks lazily at Seungkwan’s tits, rubbing his belly. He makes Seungkwan come once more, just because he can, and Seungkwan is exhausted by the time Hansol’s knot comes down. His alpha carries him to the shower, the two of them sleepily cleaning the bodily fluids off them. Hansol refuses to clean his cum out though, fingering it back into Seungkwan’s well-fucked hole when it starts dripping out.
“You’re gonna get so big,” he says dreamily, eyes roving over Seungkwan’s naked wet skin. Seungkwan needs to shut this down before Hansol decides to go for round two, making Seungkwan too sore to go to work. It’s happened before, crazy man.
“Knots outside of our cycles don't guarantee a pregnancy,” Seungkwan points out. Hansol whines so unhappily, Seungkwan almost feels bad. He indulges Hansol’s alpha instincts in apology; letting him pat his body dry and rub lotion into his skin, paying special attention to his chest and stomach.
“Can we name the next one after you?” Hansol asks once they’re back in bed, clean and cuddling. Their filthy sheets are in a pile on the ground, Seungkwan needs to remind Hansol to do laundry tomorrow. He rolls his eyes.
“Sollie," Seungkwan chides. "All our children are named after you. Don't you think it’d give them a complex if they’re not?” Seungkwan thinks about it. Hyunseol might be nice if it’s a boy. Or Daseol, maybe. Then he groans at himself, brain latching so easily to the idea of another baby. Hansol is too convincing.
“You’re seriously crazy,” he gripes. Hansol keeps palming Seungkwan’s stomach, but he’ll allow it. “If we have another one, we'll be forty by the time they're in preschool. You know that right? You wanna run around with those knees of yours, old man?”
“My knees are fine!” Hansol protests, clearly offended at the questioning of his alpha strength. “Besides, I can still carry you."
"You had a breakdown when I pointed out Seolla might present as an alpha," Seungkwan points out dryly. "I'm just saying, maybe we should relax."
Hansol ignores him. "You know, Jeonghan hyung didn't have Seunghan until he was thirty. And then they had Hana way after. They're doing okay!”
Seungkwan makes a face. When he and Hansol were thirty, they already had both Seolla and Eunseol. It’s not the same at all, but he can see when he’s lost. His inner omega is preening hard at being all full of alpha cum. Disgusting biological urges. “This is your fault,” he sighs. “For being such a dilf.”
Hansol immediately snorts. “A what?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what that is.” Seungkwan’s closes his eyes, cuddling back into Hansol's arms. If Hansol is serious about having another baby, he’ll probably want to knot in the morning too. Seungkwan needs to sleep and recover. He’s not young anymore, he can’t take this kind of pounding. Picturing Hansol with another toddler, temples fully gray, does make him wriggle happily. Ah, he’s a pervert too. Match made in heaven.
Hansol kisses the nape of his neck fondly. “If I’m a dilf, you’re a milf.” He sighs again, blissful, warm palms covering Seungkwan’s chest. “Your tits are gonna be so - “
“Good night, Chwe Hansol.”
Hansol kisses him again. “You haven’t said it yet.” Seungkwan can hear just how pouty and petulant he sounds. Of all the habits they’ve adopted from each other, Hansol becoming poutier through proxy might be the most irritating. "Chwe Seungkwan."
But Seungkwan is whipped, so he’ll acquiesce without a fight. “I love you.” Two decades of loving Hansol, and more to go. Seungkwan will never tire of it. “Go the fuck to sleep.”
He can feel the curve of Hansol’s smile against his skin. The corners of Seungkwan’s mouth turn up in a matching one.