yancy is a decent sleeper most of the time. sure he gets fevers and gets sad and uncomfortable and wets his diaper and sometimes is just too cold or loses his binkie, but he sleeps perfectly well most other nights. only most other nights, raleigh's too tired and mako's too preoccupied, and they never have the time or energy to fool around. but tonight, something had just been in the air between the two of them. and maybe it's his fault for not making sure yancy was 100% ready to sleep when he put him down, but now he's crying. and, of course, it's right when raleigh'd set a good pace for fucking into her; slow, even strokes that were going to work them up, but not make the come any time soon, not until they wanted to. of course it's right when he gets her to start whimpering, and right when he latches his mouth onto her collarbone with the intent of sucking a glorious hickey onto her neck.
and, of course, he's mr. mom and the first to react. ]
[ He's moving out of her, after minutes of being blessedly inside of the low-heat pleasure of their deliberate, slow lovemaking. He's moving out of her as Yancy cries and Mako doesn't know whether to be distressed or disappointed; she makes a soft whine of disappointment, of need denied, but their son needs them.
Mako's slick and wet and aching and horny; she hadn't had the pleasure of having his cock deep inside her for so long, and up until now, tonight had been perfect -- her hand slipping from his chest, she nudges at him. He's not hungry, he'd only just fed a couple of hours ago, and Mako shifts onto the sheets, frustration simmering off her because it's the seventh time they've been interrupted and Mako loves her son but still.
[ he's disentangling from her, rolling off the bed in a fabulous display of the grace and finesse of a jaeger pilot. then he's trying to hop into his pants (it's inappropriate to go see to a baby while sporting an erection, he's not much of a below-the-waist nudist anyway), distracted between trying to discern what type of cry that was — hungry cry? poopy cry? scared cry? — whilst impressing upon mako just how sorry he was that he'd had to get up. ]
I'm sorry, I'm seriously sorry.
[ look, he'll even prove it to you once he's got his pants on: flopping back onto the bed for all of ten seconds to bury his face between her thighs and lavish his tongue across her slick folds, to eat her out with brief ferocity, and then groan because god fucking dammit, he'd had his cock in her mere seconds go and now he couldn't even make her come with his mouth because yancy was howling. ]
Fuck — I'll be fast, [ he promises when he finally withdraws, dragging the back of his hand across his face and finally slipping from their bedroom. ]
[ Don't be cruel, babe. Don't be so cruel. Mako's treated to the sight of him rolling off the bed in a ripple of muscles and grace and strength in a complete package that's going to be indefinitely denied her, and she's watching his cock bounce when he's trying to pull up his pants, still slick with her arousal, with his, too, and she's aching so hard for him that she could almost cry. She forgives him, though, forever and always -- how could she not?
He's back again between her legs, his soft, skilled tongue against her slick pussy but it's not the same when it's their son crying in the other room -- he had his cock inside her seconds ago but now that it's their son crying his heart out, it's just not the same.
Mako's dressing after he leaves, her worry for her child coming into play because Yancy rarely howls like this. Coming up behind Raleigh in his shirt and her shorts, she frowns. ] Is he running a fever?
[ raleigh zooms into yancy's room with all the agility of someone who's been racing into rooms to make sure his son's okay for months now. usually, it's when there's a thump and yancy starts to cry, and he panics despite his heavily instigated rule about letting their baby figure out his limits and that he's not indestructible. this is no different; he wonders if he pinched his finger in the crib bar hinge or something, and is ready to soothe him with kisses and booboo damage control.
but he's fine. he looks fine, at the very least, but he's red faced and can't stop crying. it's an off cry, too, and has raleigh's hair on end.
he's bouncing and shooshing their screaming son by the time mako joins them, pacing the room and swaying slightly. ] I don't know, [ he admits, hunching his shoulders and pressing his cheek to his sons forehead. ] He feels warm... — where's the thermometer?
[ Mako chalks that up to Raleigh's overdeveloped Daddy sensors, her frustration at being denied sex with him rapidly dissipating when their baby sounds... off, somehow, and she doesn't need to be told twice when she goes straight for the first aid kit she'd stashed away in the baby's room in case they needed quick access.
She has the digital one out too, and she hands it over to him, worried but not panicking. She's hovering; fevers happen, as long as they didn't go past a certain degree he'd be all right sleeping it off. ]
[ they can't get the sensitive end of the thermometer in yancy's mouth when he's wailing like that, but it's easy enough to get it under his armpit. not that that makes raleigh feel any better when it's beeping and proclaiming that he's got a 101 degree temperature. which isn't awful, sure, but enough to make raleigh worry.
there's something simultaneously nervous and agitated about the way he starts to bounce their kid, and after a moment he looks desperately at mako: ]
What are we supposed to do for this? Should we take him to a hospital?
[ so not above using hero status to get priority attention. ]
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Mako's slick and wet and aching and horny; she hadn't had the pleasure of having his cock deep inside her for so long, and up until now, tonight had been perfect -- her hand slipping from his chest, she nudges at him. He's not hungry, he'd only just fed a couple of hours ago, and Mako shifts onto the sheets, frustration simmering off her because it's the seventh time they've been interrupted and Mako loves her son but still.
Still.
She sighs. ] Go.
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[ he's disentangling from her, rolling off the bed in a fabulous display of the grace and finesse of a jaeger pilot. then he's trying to hop into his pants (it's inappropriate to go see to a baby while sporting an erection, he's not much of a below-the-waist nudist anyway), distracted between trying to discern what type of cry that was — hungry cry? poopy cry? scared cry? — whilst impressing upon mako just how sorry he was that he'd had to get up. ]
I'm sorry, I'm seriously sorry.
[ look, he'll even prove it to you once he's got his pants on: flopping back onto the bed for all of ten seconds to bury his face between her thighs and lavish his tongue across her slick folds, to eat her out with brief ferocity, and then groan because god fucking dammit, he'd had his cock in her mere seconds go and now he couldn't even make her come with his mouth because yancy was howling. ]
Fuck — I'll be fast, [ he promises when he finally withdraws, dragging the back of his hand across his face and finally slipping from their bedroom. ]
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He's back again between her legs, his soft, skilled tongue against her slick pussy but it's not the same when it's their son crying in the other room -- he had his cock inside her seconds ago but now that it's their son crying his heart out, it's just not the same.
Mako's dressing after he leaves, her worry for her child coming into play because Yancy rarely howls like this. Coming up behind Raleigh in his shirt and her shorts, she frowns. ] Is he running a fever?
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but he's fine. he looks fine, at the very least, but he's red faced and can't stop crying. it's an off cry, too, and has raleigh's hair on end.
he's bouncing and shooshing their screaming son by the time mako joins them, pacing the room and swaying slightly. ] I don't know, [ he admits, hunching his shoulders and pressing his cheek to his sons forehead. ] He feels warm... — where's the thermometer?
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She has the digital one out too, and she hands it over to him, worried but not panicking. She's hovering; fevers happen, as long as they didn't go past a certain degree he'd be all right sleeping it off. ]
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there's something simultaneously nervous and agitated about the way he starts to bounce their kid, and after a moment he looks desperately at mako: ]
What are we supposed to do for this? Should we take him to a hospital?
[ so not above using hero status to get priority attention. ]