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Re: Tweek/Craig, ABO, overstimulation

[(Anonymous)]

[19/?]

“So, talking about it,” Craig cringes at his own clumsy icebreaker as he stares at the ceiling of his bedroom.

They’ve been laying stiffly in his bed for the past five minutes without saying a word. And to make matters worse, it is in fact not comfortable. Even worse yet again, this was his idea in the first place and he doesn’t know where to go from here. Tweek gives him a noncommittal grunt in reply but otherwise doesn’t speak. It’s clear that Craig has to be the one to guide this discussion, but even here at the start of things he feels wildly lost and out of control. A twisted part of him almost prefers the lack of control of a rut, because at least in that scenario he hasn’t stupidly and intentionally brought it on himself. He wonders where to start with this– it’s not like he can say, ‘Well, gee, Tweek, you’re getting to a point where you’re pretty obviously pregnant but you haven’t told a soul! And, well, heck! You and I haven’t discussed a single thing about what we’re gonna do about it!’ He wants to kick himself in the nuts just for having sarcastically thought this. Craig frowns for a while, struggling to find a good place to kick it off properly. Another silent yet stressful bout of time passes, and finally, he strings together a sentence he hopes will be tactful enough.

“I can’t really decide who you should or shouldn’t tell about it, Tweek,” he bites his tongue and pauses to attempt to gauge Tweek’s reaction. “But… there comes a point where you and I can’t put it off anymore. The inevitable is gonna happen, and you’re gonna have that baby. Even if we’re the only ones who talk about it, that’s really major. We should at least go into it with some kind of a plan.”

“I know,” Tweek groans to his side. “Argh, I know that, Craig! It’s just… hnngh, every time I start thinking about the future too much I start panicking, man. It’s so overwhelming! I know I’m not the best for these big emotional conversations in the first place, but… This shit in particular is almost too much to handle. It’s not like I want to lock you out or anything like that, dude. It’s more like… I feel like I’m not capable of getting into it.”

“I at least want you to trust that I have both of our best interests in mind, Tweek,” Craig disclaims in an attempt to reassure him. “I mean, I’m pretty terrible at this, too. Kinda takes two to not have an important conversation.”

This earns him a little chuckle from Tweek, and a fleeting sense of both pride and relief washes over him.

“Look, at the end of the day, I just want you to be able to tell me about how all this is going,” Craig continues. “You’re my mate, so I want to take care of you in whatever way that means.”

“Wait…” Tweek rolls over in order to better face him. “What… did you just call me?”

“Uhh… my mate?” Craig repeats back a bit sheepishly.

“I didn’t realize you felt that way about me,” Tweek states in a way that sounds somehow both flattered and insulted all at once.

“Well!” Craig practically yelps. “I mean, I got you pregnant, Tweek. What else am I supposed to call you?”

“I guess that’s fair,” Tweek rolls back over to face the ceiling again, too. “It just would have been nice to know, is all. Augh, maybe it’s good we’re talking about things, after all.”

Craig runs an embarrassed hand down over his face. He feels like there’s no way this is going well but he also knows he needs to press on. That’s just the tip of the iceberg of things that have gone unsaid until now.

“Is that okay?” Craig asks, trying not to sound too bashful.

“That you think of me as your mate?” Tweek clarifies as if it’s somehow not humiliating. “Hmmph, oh… I hadn’t thought about it before. But um… actually, now that I am, yeah. Ah.. haha… ha… I kinda like it?”

Something in Craig’s chest swells pleasantly. He feels happy, but he realizes something at the same time that makes him feel stupid and kind of like a jerk. It was only a few short months ago that he’d had a similar conversation with that Annie girl, and it had gone nothing like this. He wonders how he would have felt if instead of admitting he enjoyed it, Tweek shot him down right here. That would have been awful. And, as he recalls, that’s exactly how he treated Annie. He tries to push the thought of that out of his mind. He rationalizes that it was different. The circumstances cannot be fairly compared, probably. What matters is, things are going (he thinks) well with Tweek. He doesn’t want to dwell on that much longer now that things have been clarified in his favor, so he changes the subject.

“Speaking of things like that… I remember you saying something a while ago about kinda liking being an omega, too,” Craig states in a way he hopes will encourage Tweek to start elaborating on that.

“Hmm,” he muses for a moment in response, taking that bait easily. “Well, I don’t know, really. Because… I’m pretty sure most omegas don’t present late in life. And… ack! They probably don’t get pregnant a couple of hours right after presenting!”

“That fair enough,” Craig agrees with a guilty flinch.

“But aside from the bad stuff, hmm…” Tweek trails off and places a hand on the bulge on his tummy. “A few things are pretty good. And… I do like those things.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tweek repeats distantly and rubs a small circle over the bump. “It still feels so weird to really, agh, think about it. But… I actually really like being pregnant.”

That catches Craig’s attention pretty thoroughly. Now it’s his turn to roll over and face Tweek. He definitely wants to hear more about this.

“Why’s that?”

“Hard to explain,” Tweek turns over again, and now they’re laying side by side and face to face. “It just feels kinda… ngh, good. Y’know?”

“No,” Craig stares blankly at him. “I’ve never been pregnant.”

“You’re stupid,” Tweek smirks and rolls his eyes, but it’s clear it’s not an insult. “Maybe it’s because the hormones in my body are programmed to make it feel good. …Oh, god. That’s kind of a fucked up thought, man. Argh… but it does feel good. Everything seems sorta nicer. Like, food kinda tastes better and colors somehow seem brighter and just everything is better. I dunno.”

“Maybe that’s what they mean when people talk about the pregnancy glow,” Craig supplies.

“Ha,” Tweek laughs wryly, but his soft smile is still genuine. “Maybe.”

That thought hangs in the air for a moment. There’s a surreal pleasantness about this that Craig had not at all expected. The solitude of his room really brings out something very delicate and personal between them, it would seem.

“Have you thought about if you want a boy or a girl?” Tweek asks suddenly, tearing Craig back out of the momentary stupor.

“Oh,” he blinks a few times. “I, uh… Actually hadn’t thought about that at all until now. Hmm. A boy, I guess?”

“I think it’s a girl,” Tweek counters quietly.

“Why’s that?”

“Just a feeling,” Tweek shrugs a little. “Do you… ah hah… want to feel it?”

They lock eyes. There’s a vulnerability between them as if this is some monumental question. It’s not… but it feels like something has shifted. Craig can’t seem to find his tongue, so he responds with nothing more than a single nod. Tweek slowly reaches forward and grasps Craig’s hand. It’s a gossamer touch, but still, it’s firm and determined, too. Craig can’t tell which of their hands is the sweaty one. He allows himself to be guided forward until his own hand is placed flat against Tweek’s tummy. It feels solid under his hand, but it’s warm and soft and inviting despite seeming so unyielding. He can’t help himself– as soon as he’s made contact, he wants to explore it all. So he does. His palm traces the expanse freely, trying to discover as much as he possibly can with only the touch of his flattened hand. He tries to memorize every curve and he tries to force into his memories the way the smattering of hairs trailing down from Tweek’s belly button feels against his skin. Craig strangely and actively feels something inside him change and he nearly instantly agrees with Tweek’s former sentiments. Somehow, Tweek being pregnant really does make him feel good. He can’t really explain it beyond that. As if he read Craig’s thoughts, Tweek reaches up and places his hand on top of Craig’s and gives it a little squeeze against his belly.

“Wow,” Craig manages to choke out.

“Right?” Tweek agrees. “That’s gonna be ours.”

Those simple words cause Craig’s heart to do a somersault. He’s gripped by something powerful, unknown, and extremely overwhelming. He can’t form a coherent thought. Tweek’s eyes seem to dazzle in the low light and his breath feels hot in the small space between them. Craig doesn’t know what emotion he’s feeling, but he feels it so strongly. It’s warm and tingly and he feels it spread quickly from his chest and all throughout his limbs. It addles his mind and begs him to act on instinct and desire rather than any cognizant thoughts. And so, for the first time in his life outside of a rut, Craig leans forward and kisses someone.

Their lips catch gently at first, cautious and slow as if they’re uncertain. Tweek seems a bit more surprised than put off, but after a moment he leans into it, too. Now that he’s had a taste, Craig realizes he’s hungry for more. Of course, he knows what kissing someone feels like. This act itself isn’t new to him. And yet, this certainly isn’t familiar. He has no driving force to knot that’s guiding this. There’s no surge of pheromones dictating this behavior. He’s kissing Tweek because he wants to, and knowing that Tweek isn’t in heat and is reciprocating… that only makes him want it even more.

He presses his lips harder into Tweek’s while something in his chest flickers like a candle. His hands crawl forward of their own volition and wrap around Tweek’s body to pull him closer. Tweek responds in kind and tangles himself up with Craig, as well. Their lips part as they kiss, giving space for their tongues to freely explore. It’s all laced with desire and unspoken yearning, pushing out all traces of hesitation and confusion that either of them once held. The moment is rushed but it feels slow as well like time has stopped just for them to share this act and wordlessly reveal these feelings to one another. Craig can hardly tell where he stops and Tweek begins and it’s just like Tweek said before– it feels good, and it feels right, and he really can’t figure out how to define it beyond simply that.

In time they need to breathe, so despite the clear desire to continue, they break apart. As they huff big gulps of air, Tweek periodically leans forward and catches Craig with a handful of sweet, chaste pecks on the lips. Craig can hardly handle it, but he clings dearly to Tweek and lets him continue to pepper him with little kisses until they’ve both caught their breath. Craig still can’t think straight after that. He doesn’t know what to do or what to say. So instead, he lays there stupidly with a dreamy smile on his face. He hopes Tweek doesn’t think he’s an idiot. Even if he does, Tweek doesn’t address it.

“A girl sounds good, too,” Craig eventually blurts out.

Tweek replies with a bout of truly insane laughter.

“That’s what you say after we make out?!”

“I guess,” Craig shrugs and chuckles a bit, too.

“Hmm,” Tweek starts to settle down and muses to himself, still tangled up in Craig’s arms. “I guess I really am your mate, huh?”

“I guess,” Craig repeats. “If you want?”

“Yeah,” he solidifies it.

Craig nuzzles at his neck a little, even though he has no desire to bite it. It still somehow seems like the right thing to do, though he can’t place why. He’s not sure exactly what’s come over him. He wonders idly if it has something to do with the pregnancy hormones affecting him. He’s never heard of that before, though. And that’s probably not the case, since he isn’t experiencing any of the telltale signs of an impending rut. Actually, he’s completely certain he can’t go into a rut right now since his mate is pregnant. That’s essentially the one thing he scientifically knows about an alpha’s relationship to pregnancy (beyond inducing it, of course). That knowledge makes him feel all the more bizarre. Despite the inability to experience anything related to the heat cycle, Craig still feels affectionate and physically drawn to Tweek. He’s never felt like this before without the craze and the urgency of his active pheromones. It’s a pleasant sort of confusing.

All the while, Tweek continues to hold onto him. His hands move slowly but deliberately, traipsing along the length of Craig’s back and abdomen, but always falling just short of stopping to rest anywhere. It’s a ticklish sensation that makes his breath hitch and his muscles clench, but it only makes him want it more. It's adjacent to that feeling of vulnerability, mingling with something tender and fraught that burns in his chest and makes him feel warm all over. He leans in and mirrors Tweek, giving him a soft kiss just on the corner of his mouth. Maybe this was the right thing to do because Tweek’s eyes flutter shut in response and it pulls a wispy little gasp from him.

“Craig…” Tweek whispers his name, teetering on the verge of a moan. “I’m glad we had this talk.”

It’s almost funny, seeing as there hasn’t really been much discussion at all.

“Me too,” Craig agrees with him nonetheless.

Tweek takes his turn again and kisses Craig, pressing his lips hungrily against any place he can reach. They go back and forth like this for a bit, never quite returning to the heavy kissing but never quite keeping their hands or their mouths to themselves, either. Craig decides he would happily lose countless hours of sleep in favor of this.

“Now that you’re officially my mate,” Tweek puts some emphasis on that last word before a pause in his thought, “I… agh… I feel like I can tell you something.”

“What’s that,” Craig inquires airily in a liaison between a string of sloppily placed kisses.

“There’s something else about pregnancy,” Tweek begins to explain, still planting kisses here and there as well. “Something, haah, I didn’t expect.”

“There’s a lot to expect while expecting,” Craig agrees in a thick voice.

He’s not really thinking, and he hasn’t been for a while. At this point, he’s just stupidly quoting Hallmark cards he’s seen before. He’ll probably have to kick his own ass later. Right now, he’s very busy with kissing his mate, and it feels too good to concentrate on anything beyond how good he feels.

“Mmm, Craig, I’m serious,” Tweek almost whines, but it doesn’t deter either of them from the languid groping session.

Craig hears himself make some kind of hazy grunt of acknowledgment and he hopes it’s enough to show Tweek he’s (kind of) paying attention.

“It makes me… hnngh, so horny, man.”

“Hmm?”

That certainly caught Craig’s attention.

“Everything makes me want to fuck,” Tweek admits rather blatantly, and something stirs around pleasantly in Craig’s insides. “You said you want to take care of me… Do you still want to take care of me, Craig?”