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35; quiet

When Scott and Mitch were cuddling on the couch while Jake played on the floor in front of them, Mitch whimpered suddenly at the pain in his stomach. Scott's eyes flashed red as the scent of Heat drifted through the air, and Jake looked curiously back at his parents. "Momma? What's wrong?"

"Um—" Scott cut himself off and cleared his throat in an effort to make it sound less like he was having trouble controlling himself. "Your mother's just tired. I'm going to take him to take a nap, okay?"

Jake seemed skeptical, but he nodded anyway. "Okay, Daddy." Scott forced a smile at him and stood up with Mitch, rushing to their bedroom.

He pressed Mitch against the door as soon as they'd arrived and connected their lips in a passionate kiss, scrambling to pull his clothes off. Mitch moaned softly and felt blindly behind himself for the handle to the door so he could lock it, just in case Jake tried to check on them. Scott pulled away to trail kisses down Mitch's neck and slipped his finger into him as soon as his leggings were bunched around his ankles, and Mitch bit his lip hard to keep another moan from escaping. "A-Alpha, hurry..."

Scott fingered Mitch hurriedly as he sucked on his Mark spot, impatiently loosening him up. Mitch squeaked softly and closed his eyes against the bright Omega blue.

As soon as Scott deemed Mitch ready, he was thrown onto the bed and the Alpha was pulling off his clothes with fervor, shaking hands rolling a condom onto his cock. Mitch spread his legs for Scott and leaned his head against the pillow, soft whimpers leaving his lips.

Scott crawled over Mitch and pushed into him without hesitation, kissing him passionately. Mitch's mouth fell open in pleasure and he dug his nails into Scott's shoulders as he began to move. Scott took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Mitch's mouth and explore hungrily, his hands gripping so hard onto Mitch's love handles he was vaguely worried they would leave bruises.

Since Mitch couldn't express the pleasure he was feeling vocally for obvious reasons, he resorted to dragging his nails down Scott's back and burying his face in Scott's neck. Scott was breathing heavily and kissing Mitch's collarbone sloppily, not even feeling the pain from Mitch's fingernails.

"You're so beautiful," Scott mumbled against his skin, trailing his lips up to Mitch's jaw.

Mitch mewled and closed his eyes. "You're so perfect," he whispered, and his Alpha captured his lips in a warm kiss.

When they both finished, Scott wiped Mitch down with a warm cloth and dressed him in boxers and his favorite sweater of Scott's. He pulled on a pair of boxers himself and quickly went to unlock the door before he slipped into bed beside his beloved Omega.

As though on cue, Jake pushed open the door and clambered onto the bed with them. "Hi, Momma. Hi, Daddy. Are you still tired?" he asked innocently, not noticing how red their cheeks were or how heavily they were breathing.

Mitch offered him a soft smile, resting his head in Scott's neck. "No, baby. Thanks for checking in on us, though. You're such a sweet boy."

Jake grinned proudly at the praise. "When I grow up, I'm going to be the best Alpha ever. I wanna be just like you, Daddy."

Scott smiled and blushed lightly. "Thank you, Jakey."

Mitch laughed and looked up at his Alpha, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "That's a good goal. I'm sure you'll be a wonderful Alpha for whoever the lucky Omega is that gets to belong to you."

Jake smiled and cuddled up between them, and both Scott and Mitch draped an arm over his small body. "Goodnight, baby," Mitch murmured, lovingly brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Goodnight, Momma," Jake mumbled, letting his eyes close.

Scott smiled at the sight and kissed both their foreheads. "Goodnight, my babies. I love you both."

"I love you too, Alpha," Mitch murmured.

Jake whispered a soft, "I love you, Daddy." Scott and Mitch shared a kiss over their son's head, and one by one, they each drifted off to sleep.