I looked into Hank’s glowing eyes and whispered, “Morning sunshine. Breakfast is waiting for you on the table.”

Hank smiled and yawned lightly. He was fucking radiant in the sunshine, so radiant that I even hesitated to wake him up from his pleasant dreams.

“Thank you, love,” he whispered. Noah kissed him from behind, gently wrapping his legs around his body.

“Mm,” Noah whispered. “Not yet. I want my breakfast.”

“Sounds yummy,” Hank said. “But you’ll just have to wait. The baby requires some real food.”

Throwing off the bed sheets, he crawled out of Noah’s grasp. His belly extended out. Feeling bulky and uncomfortable, he groaned and held onto the bedpost.

“I think I’m ready to have this baby,” he said.

“Just a few more weeks. That’s it. Think you can hold out for that long?” I asked him.

Hank nodded his head. “I’ve gotten this far, haven’t I?” It would have been hard on any omega, but Hank was older, and despite the optimism from the doctor, he had concerns.

Still, Hank was strong, and I knew that these next few weeks would go by faster than expected if we just helped him through it. Of course, convincing him to let us help was difficult at times.

“Here, hold on to me.” I gave him my arm.

All of the attention had turned to Hank, and that made him a little uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to the spotlight, so whenever we tried to help him out, he felt overwhelmed.

Something changed in all of us during those months. Both Noah and I felt like we had finally found a real purpose. We were living for Hank, and we wanted all of his needs met.

As soon as we found out about the pregnancy, I put the high-rise apartment on sale. It sold within three months, giving us the time to focus on what really mattered. It felt good to enjoy each other in the comfort of Hank’s home and finally relax.

The photography exhibition had been put on hold, but the date was coming quick. Personally, I wanted to wait until Hank had the baby, but Hank kept insisting on doing it while he was pregnant.

There was only condition that he outlined: No showing the pictures to our son. Ever.

As Hank calmly ate his breakfast, Noah and I gawked at our pregnant omega. We couldn’t keep our hands off of him. Once he dropped his fork onto his plate, I knew what dessert he craved.

“Get the camera,” Hank commanded.

“Hank, we’ve taken enough pic—”

“Get. The. Camera,” Hank repeated.

“Yes, master.” The roles had undoubtedly shifted during these difficult months, but I enjoyed every second of his orders. Taking orders from an omega wearing panties felt a little hot. A faint smile formed on my face as I got the camera ready.

“Okay,” I said. “All set.”

Pushing his seat out from the table, Hank slowly spread his legs open. He was only wearing a shirt and a cute pair of panties that barely covered the shaft of his erect, shiny cock. I snapped a picture and watched as they started to kiss, passionately showing off for my lens. Click.

Noah placed his palm against the center of the panties, smoothly running it up and down. The only struggle was not to pounce on him immediately. I grinned and felt the force of my hard-on against my thigh, rising uncomfortably against my shorts.

This would have been a lot more fun if I didn’t have my camera in my hands, but I had a duty as a photographer to document every single action. Some people might not care about the exhibition, but I knew that others would find strength in those photographs.

I fumbled through the dark camera bag and found another lens to use. I wanted everything to come out perfectly. Sure, the last pictures I took were hot, but these breakfast fuck photos would come out even better. The energy was there, and the images of their passion really set the stage.

“Don’t move,” Hank whispered. “Just kiss me. Taste me until you can’t take it anymore.”

Their loving kisses were really starting to turn me on. Fuck, I couldn’t take it! I set my body on the ground between them and rolled my body between Noah’s muscular legs. Click.

Over the months, Hank learned how to dominate a shot. He scooted forward until both of their cocks touched, and his hand firmly gripped them together.

I felt a shot of electricity run through my aching body. The burning of my cheeks was unsettling, and the pounding of my heart made me feel weak. Teasing myself, I continued to take more pictures. After a few snaps, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I quickly lowered my shorts and raised my body to join them. The sweetness of Hank’s mouth was everything to me. Before I knew it, I was rocking my hips to their rhythm, and our three cocks were sliding in unison.

Touching his tight belly, I whispered, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

In between our short and muffled moans, our lips clasped together in the heat of passion. I moved my tongue across his lobe, my fingers dragging frantically under the front of his panties, latching onto the thick flesh of his erection. He gave a whimper of pleasure.

I whispered, “You’re our one true love. Forever.”

Feeling the softness of his panties, the masculine shape of his cock, and the femininity of his pregnant belly, we were on the verge of losing control. Hank was amazing, the most incredible man we had ever been with. We felt luckier than anyone in the entire world.

Hank lowered his hands over both of our cocks, working us until we were begging for him. “I want you both inside me,” he whispered. “Can you do that for me? Can you please your omega?”

“I can,” I whispered back.

“I’d do anything to please you,” Noah said, hypnotically.

We both lowered ourselves to the floor. I kissed his chest until I made my way lower. Noah already had his mouth around him, intent on pushing him deep inside his throat.

I felt the rush of excitement push me to unexpected levels of longing. With my tongue flat against his lace panties, I licked against the dry fabric. Finally, I bit them to the side and eagerly pushed my face into the back opening of the chair. Loosening him up with my tongue, I heard him whimper with pleasure.

He forced me in deeper. “Oomph, eat me, Adam,” he grunted.

He was ready for us. Tossing the camera aside, I walked behind him, cock erect and dangling from side to side.

“Slide it in. I’m begging you,” Hank pleaded.

Helping Hank out of the chair, we quickly made our way back into the bedroom. When we lowered our bodies onto the mattress, Hank reached around and positioned my cock against his hole. The gentle and warm feeling enveloped me, cradling my dark pink head.

Rocking my hips forward, I felt his heat roll over every inch, pulling me into new depths of pleasure. “Oh, fuck!” He felt so fucking good. Did he know what he was doing to me? Could he sense that he was making me fall in love with him over and over again?

Noah bent over and dropped on all fours. “I want to feel you, Hank.”

I hadn’t ever seen Hank bottom before. Without feeling the need to contain his excitement, Hank gave Noah everything that he wanted. Lurching forward and grabbing Noah’s hips, Hank held him in place. “You want me?”

Noah turned his head and let out a soft whimper. “Please. Let me feel you.”

Slow and sweet, Hank mounted him. We were pieced together like building blocks, but Hank wasn’t inside yet. No, it was a tough fit with Noah, but he was determined to fit. Biting his sharp teeth against his lips, Noah staggered forward and breathed in deeply.

“You can’t take me, can you?” Hank asked.

“Yes, I can. I can do it,” Noah panted.

“Then, prove it to me,” Hank said.

Fuck. I couldn’t take watching this exchange without blowing my load. Calmly, I took a deep breath and let Hank ease his fingers into Noah, using all of the necessary lube.

Hank said, “I can be gentle, but I need to know that you’re willing to give me everything I need.” He forced in three fingers, and waited for Noah to push back against him.

“There we go, baby,” Hank whispered. Noah’s soft moans filled the room. Hank had no time for games.

With a slow, yet powerful pump, every inch of flesh slipped inside of his tight hole. The three of us lined up together, and I found myself mounting Hank again, fallen deep into him.

It was clear we couldn’t take it further than this, but the image was too much to let go. There was something so real about it. I had to shoot it. I reached down and grabbed my camera. I put it into the shutter mode and let it run.

Sometimes love was dirtier than people wanted to see. Sometimes, it felt cleaner than the lace panties Hank wore to bed every night. This time, love was whatever the fuck we wanted it to be.

Hank thrust forward. “Baby, I’m going to fucking cum inside of you,” Hank moaned. “I’m going to fill you to the brim. I’m going to give you all of what I’ve got, a little taste of heaven. Do you hear me, slut? Can you feel me pumping your tight, little hole?”

“Jesus!” I cried out.

“Omega,” Noah panted. “I feel you. Cum inside of me. Dominate me!”

I could feel Hank’s hole pumping against my cock. At any second, Hank was going to cum. His muscles tightened, and his body fell forward against Noah’s back. He let out a sharp howl and gave him all he had stored up.

It was the hottest morning of my life.

* * *

“I have it all on film,” I said. “Come here. Look.”

Hank waved the camera away, frowning. “Please don’t remind me. I went full beast mode on Noah. I feel like I crossed a line or something.”

The doctor’s office was cold and stale, a brief reminder that there were more pressing things to think about. Hank wasn’t the spritely young omega he had been in his twenties, and that brought possible complications. However, the doctor had been optimistic about everything in the past, so I didn’t see why he wouldn’t be today.

Looking at the wooden door, Hank wondered when the doctor was going to come back in to tell us that everything was fine. At least, that’s what we were hoping for. It was unusual for men in this stage of their pregnancies to travel, but for Hank, it was a desire he wouldn’t let up on. For Noah and I, it was our biggest worry.

Noah let out a quiet laugh. “You don’t want the photos in the exhibition?” he asked.

Hank struggled to keep his grin hidden. “Who said that?” Grabbing our hands, he pushed them down to the front of his pants.

“God, I’m so unbelievably horny right now,” Hank whispered.

“Me too,” I admitted.

“I wish you two could take me right here, in this office,” Hank said.

I swallowed hard and tried to contain my excitement. We were getting too wrapped up in our fantasies. This was a serious matter. “We need to focus,” I said. “The doctor could come in at any minute.”

“Come on. Do you feel me? I’m as hard as a rock,” he said.

Without any warning, the doctor opened the door. Quickly, we pulled our hands away from Hank’s pants and tried not to look too obvious. The doctor’s face was virtually unreadable, and his gaze was fixed on the clipboard in front of him. Setting it down, he leaned forward and turned practical.

“I’m going to put it to you bluntly, Hank. I don’t like the idea of you flying to New York,” he said.

“I don’t either,” I said.

“Well, nobody asked you.” Hank eyed me very carefully. I knew that if I spoke out of turn again, I’d get a thrashing in the bedroom, so I stayed quiet.

The doctor ignored us and continued. “It’s not the flying itself that worries me. You are due in less than two weeks,” he said.

Hank looked defeated, but I knew the doctor’s orders wouldn’t stop him. He’d find a way to make this work. “Great. The show is in five days. I can be home in seven,” Hank said.

A look of confusion fell on the doctor’s face. He shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s not how this works,” he said. “When your baby wants to come, he’ll come.”

If Hank went to New York with us for the show, there was a risk of contractions starting. We’d be hundreds of miles away without our doctor.

“You can do whatever you want, but if you go, you know the risks,” the doctor said. “Other than that, everything looks great. You have a clean bill of health, and the baby is doing extremely well.”

Relief filled our hearts, but when we were back in the car, Hank turned emotional. This exhibit was a big thing for him now, and he felt betrayed. The tickets were on sale, and the articles had already been posted. The show had to go on with or without Hank.

“I’m going,” Hank decided.

Noah opened his mouth to argue with him, but I grabbed his hand and squeezed for him to stop. “He’s made his decision,” I said. “We have to honor it.”

“Bullshit! What are we going to do if the contractions start? You heard the doctor, Adam.” Noah was anxious and waiting for some answers.

Hank silently sat near the fan. He closed his eyes and smiled, letting the wind blow against his face. “What happened to the Noah I met at Bar Silencio?” What happened to the man with the defiant eyes?”

Noah stayed silent. A look of hurt formed in his eyes. “You were willing to break all of the rules back then. That was less than nine months ago,” Hank said.

Hank regretted the words, even if he didn’t know it. I heard the hesitance in his voice and saw his lips contort back as he let the words fall from his mouth. But it wasn’t in Noah’s nature to stay quiet, so he didn’t.

“You’re willing to risk everything for one stupid art show?” Noah asked.

Hank stood up, carefully balancing himself. Pregnancy wasn’t a cakewalk, and he just wanted to finish this right. Even if I didn’t agree with him, I understood it. I would have probably done the exact same thing.

Taking our hands, he said, “Look, I’m sorry. It’s Adam’s final show. I’d think that was important to you. I know you two have a longer history, so maybe it doesn’t matter if I’m there, but you need to remember something. This entire exhibition is about the baby and us. But it’s also about my kinks, the fetish I kept hidden from the world. I need to be there, you guys.”

“Then, I guess it’s final,” Noah said.

Hank nodded and squeezed both of our hands. “Hey. It’s going to be okay,” he said with a glimmer in his eye. “Everything works out in the end. It always does.”

“You don’t know that,” Noah said.

“I do. When I met you, I sensed it. We were always destined to end up with each other. Remember, Noah? You felt it. Adam? I know you felt it too,” Hank said.

“Yeah, I remember,” I said.

“Me too,” Noah replied.

Hank let go of our hands, but Noah and I found each other embracing his warm body in our arms, feeling our baby kick against his stomach. These magic moments defined our lives, and though it could be scary to think about, we had to let our man decide on what we wanted.

“I’ll find someone out there, just in case. I’m sure our doctor will know who to talk to. Okay?”

“Okay.”

The stakes were high. Then again, when were they not?