My Sweet Boy | Omegaverse

Robin and Victor Go To Winter Camping | Mature

Here is an early christmas gift for my readers. This full smut chapter is a sneak peak into Robin and Victor's married life. 

Hope You Enjoy.

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The chill of winter bit at Robin's cheeks as he stepped out of the carriage, the frosty air laced with the scent of pine and snow. He exhaled, watching his breath mist in the crisp afternoon light. The forest surrounding them stretched endlessly, quiet except for the crunch of snow beneath Victor's boots as he unloaded their supplies.

Robin turned, hands on his hips, as he watched Victor fuss over their camping gear.

"You know," Robin teased, leaning casually against a nearby tree, "you're supposed to relax when you're camping, not prepare for the apocalypse."

Victor glanced up, an amused glint in his golden eyes. "And you're supposed to help, not stand there admiring the view."

Robin grinned, pushing off the tree and brushing a hand through his messy curls. "Oh, I am helping. Moral support, remember? Plus, I am admiring the view. You're looking very rugged and... capable right now."

Victor who was engrossed in chopping wood for their makeshift shelter. Victor had insisted on giving Robin the full experience, recreating the wooden sheds he and his brothers had built as children. He moved with confidence, his powerful arms swinging the ax in fluid, precise movements.

Robin felt his stomach flutter, and my Yoni clench. He froze with realization. He had been taking birth control pills for the past three years but now he wanted a baby even though Victor wanted them to wait some more until his father was caught. Robin should have informed Victor he had stopped taking his pills but it was too late now. Robin felt itchy and uncomfortable. Wanting to remove his clothes even in the freezing cold. Victor was too bust setting up the tent to notice the changes in him. Moreover, it had been tooo long since Robin had gone into heat for Victor to catch on to the changes.

Grabbing his water bottle, Robin took a long sip even though he wasn't thirsty, hoping the cool liquid would soothe his overheated body. His stomach growled, and he briefly considered hunting for some berries nearby—anything to distract himself from the sight of Victor.

Victor paused to heft his ax into a log, then wiped his forearm across his brow, his biceps flexing with the motion. The sharp sound of the ax splitting wood echoed through the clearing, but Robin could barely register it over the pounding of his own heart.

Victor's deep voice pulled Robin from his spiraling thoughts.

"I think I'll make the door face east," Victor said, surveying his work. "Once we get the shed up, I'll start a fire. Keep us warm."

Robin's gaze fell to the sway of Victor's hips as he moved to pick up another log. His backside was impossibly tempting, framed perfectly by his combat pants. Robin's throat went dry, and his entire body buzzed with pent-up energy.

"Sounds good," Robin muttered absently, his voice thick with distraction.

Victor turned to him, frowning. "Why are you sitting there with your jacket off? You're going to freeze."

Robin blinked up at him, licking his lips without realizing it. "I'm hot," he pouted, his voice tinged with petulance.

Victor's sharp gaze raked over him, his frown deepening. His eyes lingered on Robin's chest, as if he could sense the changes happening beneath his thick sweater. Robin's nipples felt swollen, painfully sensitive against the fabric, and his yoni clenched insistently, drawing a soft gasp from his lips.