Paternity Instincts

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June 14, 2025

It was nearly midnight, and Matthias sat upright in bed, propped against the headboard as the soft sheets bunched around his waist. Tim was cradled in his arms, fussing softly with little gasps and hiccups as his tiny body squirmed with gas that wouldn’t settle. Matthias rocked him gently, supporting the baby’s bottom with one hand while the other rubbed firm circles on his back. These sleepless nights were his routine now, five weeks after giving birth to the twins.

“Come on, Timmy. I thought I had mastered the burping by now,” Matthias said, slightly frustrated because it usually didn’t take him so long to take the gas out after feeding the twins. Tim wailed in discomfort, not happy with his own predicament. “Shh. Shh. I’m here. Don’t cry.”

Matthias smiled and kissed Tim’s downy head, softly brushing his lips against the baby’s hair. The sensation of having the baby in his arms made him sigh deeply. The heat, the weight, the little sounds, everything the babies did sent a wave of something almost too big to name coursing through him. He never expected to feel such a powerful connection, but here he was, falling more in love with Tim, Tom, and Patrick every day.

He marveled at how this perfect little boy, squirming against his chest, hadn’t even existed outside of him five weeks ago. He took a deep breath, remembering how he’d screamed through the contractions to push him out into the world. And now, he had a needy little human, absolutely his, longing for his constant attention.

Being a parent had its challenges, especially in Matthias’ case. His chest was constantly sore, fuller than it had been a few weeks ago, a sign that both boys demanded milk, and his body responded with a good production. His belly still had that tender swell of recovery—soft, healing, heavy, but starting to shrink back in around the edges. He had given birth five weeks ago, but his body was far from back to normal. The rounded tits, the soft remaining middle, the thicker thighs, and fatter hips and ass gave him a curvaceous shape that he had learned to love.

“You should learn to drink Daddy’s milk slower. It’s not like I’m running out of it anyway,” Matthias said, looking down at Tim shifting uncomfortably so close to his rounded tits.

Matthias glanced to the side and sighed when he saw Patrick, painfully gorgeous, snoring lightly beside him, shirtless and with an arm draped protectively around Matthias’s waist, even in sleep. He was tall and glorious. His long limbs sprawled carelessly across the bed, except for the arm wrapped around Matthias. The man’s gym shorts clung low to his hips, doing little to hide how his whole body looked like it belonged in a Greek museum.

“Hmm. Look at your dad, sleeping while you and I can’t fall asleep,” Matthias said to the baby, rolling his eyes in fake anger. “You and your brother just like to keep me up all night. First, you kicked up a storm all night before you were born, and now I’m your dairy cow,” he added, smiling and kissing Tim’s forehead again.

He looked to his side again and saw Tom nestled beside Patrick, instinctively curled against the bare torso like he was looking for protection from his dad. The baby was deeply asleep between their dads as his small chest rose and fell with a rhythmic peace.

Matthias stared at them and felt his cheeks warming. Patrick was such a wonderful dad. They had started sleeping together after the babies were born, turning Matthias’ old room into a nursery and Patrick’s bedroom into their master bedroom. But they brought the babies in almost every night.

“No wonder you make dangerously handsome sons, Patrick. These two, and who knows how many more we’ll have, are lucky to have your genes,” he whispered before looking down at Tim with a half-smile. “Don’t tell this to him, but you’ve got the best dad in the world, you know that?” He paused, rocking a little slower as Tim finally burped, and his belly softened. “Well. He’s the second best. I’m your dad, too. Or Daddy. It suits me better.”

He chuckled under his breath and shifted enough to lower Tim between them, nestling the baby on the blanket beside his sleeping brother. Patrick’s fingers twitched and curled slightly as if sensing the change; it was an instinctual reaction he developed after the babies were born. He whispered something incoherent, and Matthias couldn’t help but lean over to kiss his shoulder before getting in a position to get back to sleep.

He looked at Patrick and their babies peacefully sleeping, absentmindedly resting his hand over his own abdomen and closing his eyes for the night.

*

June 15, 2025

Matthias woke early the following day. He was sore in the usual places, like every morning, and tired after the midnight feedings. His belly ached with the residual discomfort of muscles still realigning. His hips still protested some movements and positions. And his chest felt ready to burst, in need of the babies or Patrick to draw the excess milk. But the apartment was blissfully quiet, and both boys were still asleep between their dads.

He got out of bed, careful not to disturb Patrick or the babies. He padded into the kitchen barefoot and only wearing shorts. He laid a tray on the counter, filled with croissants he’d ordered from the bakery downstairs the night before. He prepared two plates of scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon, two glasses, and a tall jar of fresh juice. He placed a small envelope beside one of the plates—hand-painted with tiny footprints in blue and a clumsy watercolor drawing of their family.

Matthias smiled, proud of what he had prepared for his boyfriend after all the beautiful things Patrick did during the pregnancy, even when Matthias didn’t want him close. They were officially together now, parents to two beautiful babies, and even though Matthias hadn’t gotten used to this new reality, he wanted to surprise his man. Patrick had been the sweetest, most responsible dad from day one, and now it was time for Matthias to honor all that.

When Patrick finally wandered out of their bedroom, shirtless, still half asleep, and his gym shorts hanging low on his hips, Matthias felt a familiar flutter in his stomach. That man was perfect, and more importantly, that man was his.

“Morning,” Patrick yawned before carefully hugging Matthias. He lifted his boyfriend slightly to kiss his lips and then looked down at the tray, spotting the card. “You did this?”

Matthias nodded shyly. “Happy First Father’s Day. I thought it would be nice to give you something sweet since you’re the sweetest.”

Patrick’s throat bobbed as he opened the card, scanning the pictures Matthias printed secretly. He smiled when he saw photos of him holding each baby skin-to-skin the day they were born, the twins’ first bath, him asleep with both babies on his chest, and one of Matthias kissing him. Then he looked up, eyes glassy. “You shouldn’t make me cry this early.”

“You cry a lot more since the babies were born,” Matthias teased, reaching up to kiss Patrick’s lips. “I know you just love being a dad. It’s instinctual on you.”

“Thanks. “I love it,” Patrick said, hugging Matthias and firmly wrapping his arms around his waist. “Happy Father’s Day,” he whispered. “Even if you’re technically a mom.”

Matthias laughed and pulled back playfully. “Rude.”

“I’m kidding!” Patrick laughed, pulling Matthias closer and sliding his hands down to rest on the soft hips. “You’re the hottest Daddy in the world. We’re both celebrating today.”

“Well, you’re the hottest dad, then,” Mattias responded as they sat to share breakfast, quietly smiling at each other. “The best dad ever, to be honest. It still surprises me how great you are with the babies,” he admitted. “I still can’t believe how fast you figured it all out. It’s like you were born to be a dad.”

Patrick smiled, biting his croissant. “I think we both were. Literally.”

Matthias smiled and playfully shook his head. “I had to be because it was part of me, even though I didn’t know I could get pregnant. But you? You’re unreal. Like, even that ridiculous cock you have. It makes me so mad that even that part of you is perfect.”

They laughed but were interrupted by a sudden cry from the bedroom before Patrick could reply to the playful remark.

“I got it,” Patrick said, stretching as he stood, playfully moving his hips in such a way as to accentuate the size of his bulge and butt.

“Oh, come on! You think that’ll do something to me?” Matthias said, laughing at Patrick’s goofiness. “You better try something else.”

Patrick returned moments later with both babies in his arms. “They’re probably hungry,” he said, leaning down and gently transferring them into Matthias’ arms. “They were squirming when I picked them up, and I know they’re addicted to Daddy’s milk.”

Matthias chuckled and nodded, adjusting his posture for balance. He reached for each baby—Tom first, then Tim—guiding their small mouths toward his chest. When their lips met his nipples, they latched without hesitation, drawing in rhythmic gulps. A shuddered breath left Matthias’ lips as the pull of their nursing sent a tingling wave through him.

“Look what you did to me. I’m your sons’ dairy cow,” Matthias said, half joking. “Happy?”

“Very much,” Patrick responded, smirking. “Seriously, you were made for this.”

Matthias chuckled. “I made them. It comes naturally.”

Patrick leaned down and kissed him again as the babies nursed between them. “And it comes naturally to me to love them and love you. I wouldn’t change this for anything.”

There was a small silence, and then Matthias tilted his head, smirking. “I hope you mean it because I’m not letting anyone take you away. Am I clear? That Saturday, before Mother’s Day, when I went to your culinary show. I hated it when people approached you. Those men and women were practically throwing themselves at you. When you didn’t tell them you had a boyfriend, I wanted to punch them and tell them your babies were growing in me.”

Patrick laughed. “I mean it! Are you still mad about that? We weren’t even boyfriends.”

“I am, okay?” Matthias said with a grin. “I still get mad thinking about it. Like, I was nine months pregnant with your twins, and I still remember how that lady caressed your chest. You have no idea how much I suffered that day and how much I had to control myself to not kick the hell out of each of them. So you better not be talking to them now.”

“Watching you do that would’ve been fun,” Patrick said, slowly leaning in to kiss Matthias again. “Because even back then, I only had eyes for you, Matty.”

*

Later that afternoon, they went on a date with the twins in a double bassinet stroller. Patrick pushed the stroller, and Matthias walked beside him, frequently looking up at his boyfriend’s handsome face, marveling at how easily the taller man had taken on his role as a dad. He looked like he had been doing it for years, not only five weeks.

The walk was peaceful until Matthias saw a group of girls whispering and pointing at Patrick a few blocks from their building. He immediately frowned and flushed in anger, realizing they were lusting over the dad of his babies. Without saying a word, Matthias wrapped his arm around Patrick’s arm, pushing himself tighter against him and making the taller man smile, aware of the reason for this move.

“You still think I’d go with any of them?” Patrick asked, looking down at Mattias.

“I wouldn’t allow it even if you tried,” Matthias responded firmly but playfully.

“I thought the mood changes were over once the pregnancy ended,” Patrick said, stopping and pulling Matthias closer. “Seems like I was wrong, but in case you had any doubts—” He leaned in and kissed Matthias so passionately that it left him breathless. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re getting all hormonal again.”

Patrick laughed, and they continued walking, tightly hugging each other and leaving no doubt they were together. They paused at street corners to peek down at their boys, nestled and asleep beneath the stroller’s soft canopy, smiling each time as they realized they weren’t only a couple but a family.

Then they changed positions, and Matthias pushed the stroller as Patrick protectively draped his arm across the shorter man’s back to tell the world that man was his. People turned to look. Not only because they were a striking couple—tall, broad-shouldered Patrick in his navy shorts and white t-shirt and shorter, beautifully plump Matthias in gray shorts that hugged his hips and a light green t-shirt that accentuated his tits—but because of what they represented: a perfect, happy family of four. A picture that was, for some, too tender to believe.

They noticed the glances. They always did. And sometimes it stung—the whispers, the curious stares, the looks at the babies who resembled both dads too well. But they chose to focus on the joy. On how Patrick stopped to pull Matthias into a kiss. On how Matthias leaned back into him with a sigh. On how strangers smiled back, and a few even said congratulations. Nobody knew the babies had been born from a man—an unusual impossibility, but today, everything was about being a dad, so they focused on it.

Then, they went to a small photography studio where Patrick had scheduled a special shoot for Father’s Day. The photographer was discreet, not asking questions, even though he noticed the babies looked like a combination of the two men, which was impossible.

They proceeded and had fun. Both were shirtless despite Matthias’ reluctance to show off his plumped-up torso. But Patrick convinced him it was the hottest thing he had seen. One photo captured Patrick and Matthias, each holding one twin, standing close together with their foreheads touching lightly. Another photo focused on the babies swaddled together side by side.

The last pose had Matthias standing with both twins in his arms, as Patrick stood directly behind him, with his long arms gently wrapped around Matthias’ waist. Patrick’s hands rested on Matthias’ softened belly, with his fingers splayed across the abdomen where their babies had grown. Matthias winced slightly at the touch but leaned back into the taller man’s warmth without hesitation. The contrast in their size—Patrick towering at 6’5” and Matthias at 5’7”—only deepened the sense of protection and devotion emanating from the image.

“I can feel your cock stirring against my back,” Matthias whispered, aware of what the position of Patrick’s hands wanted to imply. “Whatever you’re thinking, better forget about it.”

Patrick laughed softly, kissing Matthias’ cheeks. “I’m sorry. But it’s what you do to me.”

The lovely scene that looked like a pregnancy shoot captivated the photographer. Those photos showed off a love that went beyond boyfriends. They silently spoke about the incredible miracle they held in their arms: the babies. Even though nobody knew where the babies came from, their family was all that mattered to the new dads.

*

That evening, after the twins were bathed and asleep, Patrick lay on his back in bed, only wearing shorts, with his arms tucked lazily behind his head. Matthias saw the scene when he entered the bedroom and slowly straddled his boyfriend, leaning in to kiss the taller man as the soft weight of his still-recovering belly rested gently between them and his thighs spread on either side of Patrick’s hips.

Matthias’ full tits pushed firmly against Patrick’s chest, making him smile. Patrick couldn’t help but slowly move his hands along Matthias’ curves, brushing over the side of the soft fullness of his pecs, the slight swell of his belly, the plump hips, and thickened ass.

“You look unbelievably hot. Such a hot daddy,” Patrick whispered, slipping one hand down to cup Matthias’ butt. “I can’t believe how perfect you are,” he said as they kissed passionately and their hands explored each other’s bodies.

“You are perfect, such an amazing dad,” Matthias whispered against his lips.

Patrick smiled. “So are you. Daddy. I’d have dozens of kids with you.”

Matthias snorted and reached for the small drawer in the nightstand. “I’m glad you think so because I have one more gift for you,” he said, pulling out a white and pink stick.

“What’s that?” Patrick asked, blinking.

Matthias handed him a pregnancy test. “I took it this morning after breakfast. Positive.”

Patrick froze. “Wait. You’re…”

Matthias nodded, smiling. “The box said the test can accurately confirm a pregnancy after the fourth week. And…”

“But the twins are only five weeks—” Patrick said, confused but clearly excited.

“I know. But you and I know that the day after the babies were born, we had a bit too much fun, and I don’t remember you wearing protection,” Matthias said, leaning in to kiss Patrick’s lips again. “And thereafter, you’ve been fucking me at least once a day. I don’t think we should be surprised.”

Patrick stared at the test again, then up at him. “You mean you got pregnant again, right after giving birth to the twins? No recovery needed?”

“Yeah. I think that’s correct,” Matthias said, smiling but blushing. “Are you okay with it?”

A slow smile spread across Patrick’s face. “We’re having another baby?”

Matthias smiled broader now. “We’re having another baby.”

Patrick pulled him into his arms, kissing him again, deeper and more passionate. Matthias straddled his lap more tightly, feeling Patrick’s stirring cock pressed against his ass through the thin cotton of their shorts. They couldn’t stop smiling between kisses, and without words, they reached down together to lower their waistbands, craving skin-to-skin contact.

Matthias shivered as Patrick’s bare hands caressed his ass, and the foot-long monster cock pushed firmly between his cheeks. “I guess you’re excited about it?” he asked.

“‘Excited’ is an understatement right now. Oh, Matty, you’re so beautiful,” Patrick said, lovingly kissing Matthias but also reaching lower to guide his cock toward his ass. “You’re perfect. And you’re mine. I can’t wait to see you getting round with my baby, or babies, again.”

Matthias smiled against his lips, wrapping his arms around Patrick’s neck as he felt the massive cock line up with his ass. “I promise we’ll enjoy it a lot more this time. Even if I get all moody again, I’m not missing a single chance to enjoy you through this pregnancy,” he whispered playfully, pushing his hips backward to take Patrick’s cock inside. “It’s not only because you’re the hottest man I’ve ever met. But because you’re this whole new kind of hot now. I can’t resist ‘Paternity Patrick.’”

Patrick huffed a soft laugh. “‘Paternity Patrick’? What does that even mean?”

“It’s my version of what you called me. It means you’re the hottest father on earth. And it makes me want to kiss you all night. I wanna give you an army of kids to see you being the most awesome dad ever,” Matthias said, grinning and pushing his body back harder.

“Then do it,” Patrick said, pushing his hips upward and sliding the head of his cock into Matthias’ hole, making him moan loudly. “Let’s have a huge family.”

Matthias sat heavily on Patrick’s cock, taking deep breaths as the massive tool stretched him so nicely that he felt the head poking at his inner abdominal wall. They moved carefully, giving each other time to enjoy each inch, each throb, and each stretch. Patrick’s hands moved to Matthias’ lower abdomen, imagining another baby or two, rounding him out beautifully.

“Happy Father’s Day, Maternity Matty,” Patrick said, thrusting upward hard.

“Ugh, Happy Father’s Day, Paternity Patrick,” Matthias responded, smiling and moaning as he felt his guts warming up with Patrick’s pre-cum. “You better let those paternity instincts take over because I swear we’ll have dozens of babies,” he added, riding Patrick’s cock and making the taller man smile.

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