(Fictional a/b/o Elizabethan era-ish au)
Being an omega and the fifth in line for the title, the young lord of Chambriath was forced to believe that being wedded to the man of his father's choice and bearing his children was the only purpose of Har...
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Harry whines when his skin tickles, Louis' stubble brushing against the tenderness of his stomach as he presses what seemed like the hundredth kiss there, nosing the pudge and pressing another kiss, trailed by one more. Harry senses Louis' smile against his skin, his palms caressing his still-flat belly while the assault of kisses continues.
The physician had left them in solitude after delivering the disclosure of Harry's expectancy and the vindication behind his drop. Louis had growled when the physician mentioned that the ill-fated drop was a consequence of Harry's omega not being able to handle the separation from its alpha. Although Harry was not aware of his state, his omega knew that it was carrying Louis' and his pup, and hence it was distressed when Louis' presence faded away, causing Harry to drop.
Harry has been instructed on a rigorously healthful dietary, along with a boundless listing of medicaments. Before the physician was walked to the door, he had advised Louis to arrange a midwife for Harry, since the manor lacked the presence of a person who had any knowledge about expectancies and pharmacology. Harry agreed when Louis informed him the same upon entering the chamber, not wasting a moment, Louis was next to Harry, torturing his poor belly with kisses and sweet murmurs Harry couldn't comprehend.
"You are aware of the fact that they can not hear, aren't you, my prince?" Harry laughs gingerly, pulling his gown down as the material covers his belly, before holding Louis' face with both of his hands and helping the alpha move further up and more towards his face until his lips meet Louis'. "I assume you are not going to neglect me now that you've gotten a pup in me."
"Never, my sweet thing," Harry hums in contentment as Louis' scent invades his nostrils, a hoarse thumb caressing his cheek as his eyes shut under the spell of serenity. "You smell divine," he hears Louis, the alpha's frosty nose tip teasing Harry's skin below his jaw while Harry helps himself onto Louis' lap, face entombed in the safeness of Louis' neck. They stay in silence while their breaths speak, Louis' hand running over his nightgown delicately while Harry's eyes remain shut.
A pup, Harry ponders, a life inside of him. Albeit being told that the purpose of him being an omega was to serve his alpha and bear his pups — the knowledge of carrying one inside of him leaves him with immeasurable emotions, so many that he finds it troublesome to name a specific one, in fact. He clutches Louis' robe harder, the velvet of it soft against Harry's fingers.
"We are having a pup," he whispers, arms around Louis' neck as he embraces him.
"I know." Louis' lilt is just as soft, pressing a kiss over Harry's temple and running a hand through Harry's curls.
Harry's the first to move, detaching himself from the warmness of his alpha and uniting their lips. His lips move leisurely against Louis' rougher pair, his palms pressed against Louis' chest, feeling Louis' heart thumping faster as the moments flow. Harry savours Louis' sapidity while Louis plunges his tongue inside Harry's mouth, his hands resting over Harry's bottom, kneading the clothed flesh. Harry feels himself getting wet, and with Louis' aroused scent, he allows each of his barriers down as Louis helps him onto the bed.
