#Verse -> MCUClosed;Mehrere-musen

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Despite all the heat that pulses through him, Khan can feel it - the emotions Stephen is momentarily experiencing here - and it causes that sweet warmth to spread behind his sternum, so different from the boiling lava that is pulsing through his veins over and over again. It makes him realize just how much he loves his partner, how close he is to him, and how he cannot even try to think of a reality where the two have never met.

It saddens him, for a second, to know that, maybe, somewhere out there, another Khan is existing and he will never end up as lucky as he himself did - will never meet Stephen Strange, will never crash onto his planet---

Swallowing, pushing those emotions to the side, Khan lets out a somewhat choked sound as he inhales, then exhales, trying to breathe that somber feeling away. He is here, so is his husband, and both of them are happy, have started a family of their own. Aiden and Aurora sleep peacefully, they are healthy and perfect, and Khan got everything he could ever wish for.

Another breath is being exhaled at that realization, right when his beloved then - finally - pushes into him---

"---Fuuuuck---", is the groan it pushes out of him, with Khan shivering as he feels himself stretching wide around that throbbing cock; It splits him open so nicely, as it always does, and by god did he miss this, all of it, to be taken and claimed by his husband in such a primal way.

And, as predicted, he is entirely overstimulated and way too sensitive to hold on. As soon as the sorcerer's hard erection pushes against Khan's prostate, stimulating it this way, he comes with another, choked sob, followed by a deep moan as the whole of his body trembles with the release. Blunt fingernails dig into Stephen's back, scratch along the skin, while the other hand remains curled into those graying strands of hair as Khan twitches and basically mewls through his orgasm, spurts of hot white shooting from the tip of his hot hardness, coating Stephen's abdomen.

Fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck---

Stephen remembered their first time very vividly. How much he had liked Khan back then, how he realized that he had loved the man who had come crashing into his universe, the emotions that swirled through them after he had gone through the other man's memories to find more out about him.

And now they were married and had children.

Stephen couldn't imagine any other universe where he and Khan never met.

"Oh sweetheart," he whispered, his voice choking up with emotion.

He throbbed as his erection was guided to that delicious heat of his partner's body, the tip just barely pressing inside. Stephen throbbed once again, breathing hard. "All for you, baby." he crooned.

And with a push, he was sliding his cock into his beloved's scorching body, hissing as the heat enveloped him completely and wholly.

[respondedinkind]

mornings:     for the sender to intimately wake the receiver up. [Stephen. <3]

"Sunday" themed promps || accepting

It doesn't happen too often that Khan wakes after Stephen does - it's usually the other way around, with his husband sleeping for a bit longer while Khan himself gets up and starts the day by looking out of a window, taking in the sight of what happens in front of their Sanctum before using the bathroom, taking a shower, such things.

Today, however, things seem to be different. He is still very much asleep, deeply so even, when something happens within the darkness of his undisturbed slumber. It's a sensation that appears at the corners of his mind, a gentle touch, a kiss perhaps, something more...

It turns into heat soon, a comfortable, arousing one, collecting in the middle of his own body. Khan's consciousness slowly wakes, gets pulled away from the depths of what had been a dreamless rest; He blue eyes blink open slightly, heavy-lidded, accompanied by a gasp and a smirk that stretches along his full lips.

He knows what's going on and that's why he spreads his thighs willingly. The warmth around his very much hardened erection feels amazing, sends electric sparks through his body, and Khan hums as he lifts his head, gazing down at Stephen, taking in the sight of his partner's own, sinful lips stretching around his girth as he takes inch after inch into his mouth...

"---Good morning to you as well." Reaching out, Khan places a hand onto the sorcerer's head, combs his fingers through those strands of hair as he gasps again, hips twitching, cock pulsing inside that wet heat.

What a nice way to be awoken in the morning, he thinks, as he continues to watch his husband sucking him off in such a highly erotic way...

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“I think you’re beautiful” [Stephen]

Send “I think you’re beautiful” for my muses reaction. || always accepting

Khan has heard it so many times by now, basking in each and every single compliment he's receiving on the regular, spoken out by the man he'll be forever connected with.

And yet, despite that, the word 'beautiful' always hits him on a different level. It sends a shiver down a curved spine, causes an interesting sensation to happen within his ribcage, accompanied by a set of nostrils flaring as a gentle breath escapes them.

"---So are you.", is the answer he gives, spoken with just as much sincerity as the words he's listened to before.

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@mehrere-musen asked: ❛ either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets.❜ [Winter Themed Sentences || Accepting]

Perhaps it looks a little odd, the way Khan sits outside in front of that one building they reside in here in Kamar-Taj; It had started to snow a few days ago, covering everything in a layer of fluffy white powder, and Khan had been fascinated by it ever since the first snowflakes had made their way through the air, falling down onto the cobblestone beneath his feet.

So, a few days later, he'd gathered all the blankets he was able to find within their shared room; Classes were done for today, so Khan had decided to wrap his frame into the fabric he'd brought with himself while taking a seat on the stairs, simply allowing himself to be here for a little while and enjoy the way Earth creates this beautiful scenery for his blue eyes to look at.

His body almost always runs warm, so he perhaps doesn't need those three blankets that currently reside draped along his shoulders, but... the enjoys the softness of them, the feel they give him when they wrap around his body, so here he is. A few students had actually crossed his path earlier and asked if he's okay - he'd replied swiftly, telling them he was fine, simply resting a bit while enjoying the view.

He knows Stephen approaches him befor the other speaks; A small smirk stretches itself along a set of full lips and Khan hums, turning his head to glance over at the sorcerer, an amused expression crossing his features as their gazes meet.

"---You could conjure yourself a new blanket.", he hums, poking a bit of fun at Stephen's magic. "Or you could join me, whatever you prefer."

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Not only Stephen is happy, but so is Khan himself; Just a few hours ago he'd thought he could never get any happier than what he already is, based on how much in love he is with his partner, the one and only Doctor Strange.

But here Khan is now, and the way his emotions pulse inside him makes him feel as if he's going to explode, unsure how he's even supposed to handle all the affection he feels for the other. The sex helps, definitely does, allows him to release some of that tension inside him as he continues to fuck into that warm, tight body, groaning against the side of Stephen's neck, licking along the hickey that blooms on the creamy skin...

"---You are, hm? So close already - fuck - for me. Ready to come on my cock."

Oh, yes, Khan can feel it - their bond is telling him such, allowing him to feel the same heat that his beloved does, the core of his groin burning by now as his own erection throbs inside that wonderful heat. The sorcerer feels so tight and velvety, and Khan's cock fits perfectly into that hole, as if the two are---

"Fuck, Stephen, you were made for me.", is what Khan groans, kissing his way down toward the man's shoulder as he keeps pushing his hardness into that tight opening again and again, hard and deep. "As much as - fuck - your cock fits into me... god, so fits mine into you---"

Made for each other. Meant to be together. Fuck. Khan shivers, then grunts, followed up by a moan that escapes him - just before he sinks his teeth into the meat of his fiancé's shoulder, biting him, eyes squeezed shut.

Stephen is quite riled up. He's been riled up since he first got into the water. Been excited ever since Khan had accepted his proposal. They would have to start planning their wedding. Stephen didn't want it to be too soon, probably within the next six months so they could get fitted for suits and decide on a venue and food.

God, Stephen was just so happy.

They were already connected in one of the most intimate ways that they possibly could be and sealing a marriage would just make them even more connected. His husband. Fuck, that sounded so nice.

Stephen gasped as his head tilted back slightly, exposing his neck to the younger man. His eyes fluttered shut as soft, plush lips sucked on his sensitive skin and a deep purple mark began to form. He would wear the mark with pride. He didn't care what anyone said. He knew most of his students didn't mind and if someone was uncomfortable, he could always use magic to cover it up.

"K-Khan," Stephen moaned, pupils blown wide. "Gnngh, you feel so good....fuck, I'm so fucking close."

And he was. He was so goddamned close, his cock throbbing between them, his soft insides beginning to squeeze around the other man's cock.

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Oh yes, Khan has been holding out, at least subconsciously so; He'd been distracted by their twins, needing to find a new every-day-life for them to work well with... but both Aiden and Aurora have been around for a couple of weeks now, and Khan has long since healed from giving birth to them.

Getting so close to Stephen again, feeling that wet tongue on his overly sensitive nipples, slippery fingers at his entrance - one even sliding inside, fuck - just makes him aware of how much he'd missed this, how badly Khan needs to experience this sexual intimacy with his beloved.

"---Stephen...", he gasps, followed by a moan at the sensation of that finger inside him, sliding along his inner walls. His cock twitches, pulsing in sync with his strong heartbeat, and Khan hisses out a low noise as he feels a very intense wave of pleasure roll through him, accompanied by a shiver---

No, he did not come just yet, but fuck he is close just from his husband doing this to him.

"---Tell me that you want me...", Khan then demands, voice quiet but very much strong at the same time, interrupted by tiny gasps and another grunt of pleasure. "Tell me that ---fuck, Stephen... tell me that you want, need, to fuck me---"

A hand finally lets go of those graying strands, trails down the now naked expanse of the sorcerer's back, feeling his shoulder blades, the curve of his spine; Fingers curl then, to which Khan's fingernails start to scratch along the skin - he's careful still, not applying so much pressure as to truly hurt, but enough to make Stephen feel his touch.

Stephen arched his head into Khan's grasp as his graying locks are pulled, a soft groan leaving his lips from the sensation.

"Already so hard and sensitive for me, baby boy..." Stephen purred, squeezing the delicious flesh in his grasp, a thumb pressing against the weeping slit. "Poor thing, you've been holding out, haven't you?"

Stephen's free hand snapped those scarred digits, and all of their clothes are off of them and on the floor next to the couch, leaving both of them bare. With another snap of his digits, two of his fingers were nice and slick and they moved back to his aching hole, pressing against the tight rim of muscle, circling a digit around to coat it liberally before a finger pressed inside, slowly, avoiding all discomfort as the digit wriggled inside.

"You're so fucking tight and hot..." Stephen moaned softly, his tongue licking across that sensitive bud once more.

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When Stephen uses his voice like that, telling Khan that he not only feels but also tastes good, it sends a burning hot shiver along the curve of his spine; He groans out a low noise, skin errupting into goosebumps where those warm lips and that facial hair traces along his chest, tickling him, sucking on his sensitive flesh.

Fuck, all of his nerve-endings - the whole of his body - is so eager for this, welcoming any sensation with enthusiasm, that part of Khan wonders if he'll just come like this, before they even started to really do anything here. It wouldn't be much of a problem, since Khan can easily go multiple rounds in a row... but fuck, this is intense.

His cock jumps free when his husband pulls down the sweats Khan wears, tip already glistening with precum, the throbbing flesh colored in an angry shade of pink and red. Slender fingers pull a bit on the sorcerer's hair and Khan moans into it, eyes still closed, spine curving against all those touches; He wants more of it and at the same time he knows it's probably going to make him fall, but just by him finally getting intimate with Stephen again Khan just realizes how much he's craved this and needs that closeness with his beloved.

"Fuck, yes, Stephen--- Fuck, you feel... so good. Fuck, but if you keep doing this---"

Khan's erection pulses in his husband's hand, leaking more precum from the tip, coaking that warmed-up palm as Khan's hips jerk briefly, pushing his cock further into that grasp.

Stephen could definitely faintly taste the remainder of the milk that his husband had used to feed their children. It was sweet, but not overly so to the point of discomfort. He could see why their children enjoyed it so much and needed it for their nourishment to grow up.

He could feel the younger man's erection throb against his hand and he groaned softly at the heat of it.

He pulled his mouth away, the faint taste of the fluid on his lips. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, glancing up at his husband with a mischievous smile.

"You feel good, baby....taste good..." he purred, his voice dropping to a seductive tone.

He ran his tongue along the hardened bud once more, before his hands pulled down Khan's sweats, that delicious hard flesh meeting his hand. "Mm..."

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As soon as Stephen's lips are around his nipple, sucking on the sensitive skin - even nipping on it with his teeth - another, deeper groan spills free of Khan, accompanied by a second hot shiver that trails along his spine, causes his hips to twitch, friction to be applied to both their erections.

Fuck, this feels amazing; Khan grunts out another noise, his fingers curling into those strands a bit more tightly, followed by a hot breath that's pushed out from a set of flared nostrils. A burning spike of what essentially feels like lava then rushes through Khan's frame, from head to toe and right into his groin, as he thinks of something---

Would his husband be able to taste some of this milk this way? Khan is breastfeeding their children, after all, and even though he has just finished doing such, there's always a bit remaining...

Fuck, that's... strangely hot. And intimate. And arousing.

"---Stephen...", he huffs, sounding more like a quiet moan, which is only getting a bit louder once he feels a warm hand between his spread thighs, cupping his equally as heated erection. The touch causes it to twitch inside his sweatpants and Khan rolls his hips a second time, basically pressing his excitement into that curious palm, wanting his partner to go on.

"Fuck... Fuck, Stephen... ---Fuck, this feels so good..."

Khan is overly sensitive, all of his nerve-endings now entirely focused on the pleasure he receives from the sorcerer - it has been a while, after all, and his body is craving the much-needed attention.

When Khan pushed his chest out further, Stephen took the opportunity to wrap his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked gently on it, teeth rolling it lightly before giving it a soft nip. He was careful, making sure Khan enjoyed every moment of this.

Stephen pulled away a moment, taking a breath. "I missed you too, sweetheart. So fucking much...."

Stephen returned his attention back to Khan's chest, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking gently, carefully. He kept one wrapped a hand around Khan's waist, while the other moved down to gently cup the hardening length and squeezing, feeling the heat of it in his palm.

"You feel so good already, baby." Stephen praised, squeezing his husband's hardness once more.

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Khan's chest - and especially his nipples - have always been sensitive, and Stephen has picked up on that many months ago, oftentimes using his mouth and tongue to tease the little nubs and bring Khan pleasure this way.

Today, however? With Khan feeding their children multiple times during the day and night, he seems to be especially sensitive there now - the sensation feels almost overwhelming, causing him to let out a half-choked moan at that warm mouth on his nipple, followed by a shiver that trails along the curve of his spine. Blue eyes fall closed, lips parting as his hands now find their way to the sorcerer's head, fingers curling into his soft hair, intertwining with the strands as another gasp leaves Khan soon after---

"...Fuck.", he whispers, and Khan leans his head forward, which allows him to bury his nose into that hair as well, taking a shaky inhale of breath as he swallows, pushes his chest out a bit, encouraging his husband to continue. "...---Feels good, feels... intense, Stephen..."

So did the compliments, the way his partner had made it clear before that all of this is his to enjoy. Khan only belongs to him, to no one else, and he wouldn't want it any other way.

Oh, and yes, he does feel that hardness of his beloved against himself, of course - his own is growing as well, beginning to stretch the fabric of those sweatpants he wears, rubbing up to Stephen's own as Khan rolls his hips for a second time.

"...God, I missed this...---Missed you."

It had indeed been so long they had been this close. Stephen had missed this, having been unable to be this close due to his husband's belly. Now that he was recovered and they had settled into a routine of their new life with their children, they could take a bit of time for themselves and strengthen their bond even more.

And he definitely liked what he saw. His husband's chest bare, puffing out slightly to show off. His chest was slightly puffy from feeding their children earlier and Stephen couldn't help but reach up and cup a pectoral between his scarred fingers, thumb rubbing a sensitive nipple.

"You're gorgeous," Stephen hummed, looking up at his husband with admiration and love. "Absolutely beautiful, and all mine..."

Stephen pulled him close, nuzzling into his chest before pressing his lips to the soft flesh in a kiss. He pressed kisses along the younger man's chest, before his lips found their way to the other nipple, brushing his lips against it, pressing a soft kiss against it...

His hardness grew in his sweats, pressing up against them...

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God, it's been so long since the two of them have had the chance to be this close, to explore each other; Khan lets out a soft sigh at Stephen's hands against his naked skin, the scarred fingers slipping under his shirt to push it up - which are accompanied by a shiver that trails along his spine. He sits up then, back straight, lifts his arms over his head to assist his husband in taking off his shirt, letting it fall to the side before he looks down into those cerulean irises once more.

Remaining seated like this, torso bare, head tilting, a few strands of raven hair falling into his face - loosened from the action of pulling the fabric over his head. Khan inhales, exhales, even pushes out his chest a bit as if to show off - and that he does, followed by a hint of a smirk that tugs on his full lips while his own hands find their way to Stephen's shoulders, giving them a gentle knead.

"---Am I beautiful, yes?" Oh, Khan is fishing for compliments here, and he's not ashamed about it. He rolls his hips once, as his lover has done before, causing his middle to come in brief contact with Stephen's own, where their pants start to become a little tight already.

Fuck, it's been so, so long... He's missed this. All of it.

"Tell me how much you like what you see." A demand spoken by a sonorous, quiet voice as Khan's smirk widens, a cheeky glint inside his bright blue eyes; He hums, his fingers sliding along the sorcerer's neck, back up to his cheeks which he cups again, allowing his thumb to return to Stephen's mouth where he traces those lips once more.

Stephen hummed, encouraged by his husband to lean back against the cushions on the couch while still sitting up. That way they could still kiss without either of them having to bend over or down so far. He grinned lightly and then released a soft groan as Khan straddled his hips, pressing their groins against each other.

Stephen himself was already reacting to the closeness of his beloved.

"I love you too," he whispered, before molding their lips together once more.

Stephen's scarred digits moved down to Khan's waist, squeezing the tender flesh before they moved underneath his shirt, fingers gently grazing the alabaster skin as they pushed the fabric up.

"Beautiful," he purred, arching his hips up to roll them against his husband's.

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With them being connected on a very personal level, their minds sharing each other's feelings and emotions, Khan definitely cannot hide what's going on inside him; That's why Stephen reacts the way he does, invites him into his arms, and Khan hums out a low, amused noise at that, chuckling briefly as he shifts closer.

The kiss he's been anticipating follows soon after, their lips molding together oh so perfectly, as if they were truly made for each other. Mouths open soon after, allowing moist tongues to tease along supple flesh, tasting the other so intimately; Khan sighs into the connection, blue eyes falling closed, his own hands finding their place on the sorcerer's body in return - one on his chest, fingers splaying there, another on his waist.

The love that's whispered between them can be felt just as intensely, and Khan shudders at the warmth of it, realizing just how much he's missed this - to be close to his husband, to feel him in a way they haven't really explored each other in quite a while now. Khan had first wanted to recover fully (which hadn't taken long, honestly) and then their twins just had taken all the attention from them; But today things might be different, with the parents allowing each other some personal time...

"---I love you too.", is the answer given, breathed against Stephen's lips; Khan hums, then decides to change position - he separates them briefly, just so that he can push his lover's back against the couch's backrest, making him lean against the soft cushions while remaining sitting up. Khan then straddles his husband's hips, taking a seat, spreading and curling his legs around the man's hips as their groins come close this way, with Khan's hands finding their way to the sorcerer's face now... cupping it gently as Khan gazes into cerulean eyes with his own, blue ones.

Rubbing the tips of their noses together, taking gentle breaths.

"I love you so much."

Stephen exhaled a soft breath as he felt his husband's warm digits on his face, tilting slightly into the touch. He could see the desire in Khan's gaze, the way his eyes shifted into that haze of heat that Stephen had been holding back so Khan had plenty of time to recover.

Stephen feels those digits on his bottom lip, then his top lip and he lightly kissed the pad of one of those fingers softly, with that same haze of desire in his own cerulean hues.

Stephen set his cup of tea on the coffee table. "Come here, sweetheart."

Once Khan was in his arms, Stephen pulled him close, hands grasping at his slender waist before bringing him in closer to converge their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. He tilted his head so their noses weren't smothered together, deepening the kiss and opening his mouth in order to suck at that soft bottom lip.

"I love you, baby." Stephen whispered against those lips.

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Those simple words hold so much meaning, Khan can tell, and he allows a soft sigh to escape him when Stephen reaches out, takes one of his hands and brings it to his mouth so as to press soft lips against his knuckles; It sends a shiver down Khan's spine, which is followed up by a warm smile that stretches along his own features in return.

To know that his husband feels this way - complete - makes him feel emotional, very much so. Because Khan can relate; He himself feels complete, he feels so utterly happy that he has no idea how to even put it into words. He's never imagined to have a family one day, children that are made of his own flesh and blood, but... here he is, and his partner is the most wonderful being he could have ever met in any Universe, Khan is sure about it.

---And with that thought, a soft prickle appears within the gut of his stomach. Ever since their beloved twins have been born, their life is circling around them - which is perfect, exactly how it's supposed to be - but Khan can sense his own body, his own feelings and desires...

And, well, perhaps it's time for them to shift their focus on them both again, for once. Aiden and Aurora are asleep, and they've just been fed, are happy and sated - it would be the perfect moment for them to allow each other to come close, to enjoy their company.

So, with a soft hum escaping Khan, he turns that hand that rests against Stephen's mouth a little; His thumb now starts to trail along the sorcerer's bottom lip, touching it gently, tracing the shape of it before it does the same with the upper lip...

So soft.

"So do I.", is what Khan then mumbles, as he puts his cup of tea to the side, onto the coffee table next to them. "Complete. I never knew that this is what I wanted, what I missed... but now I know how much it fulfills me to be where I am, together with our children... ---together with you by my side."

How does he feel?

To be honest, the way Stephen felt was nearly impossible to put into words.

He felt...happy, elated...

Complete.

He felt truly and utterly complete. He had the love of his life, and now he had the family he never knew that he needed. He never imagined that the love he needed would (literally) crash into his world and into his life, showing him what true love was, what it felt like to belong to someone who gave him everything he needed.

Complete.

He felt complete.

"Complete," Stephen replied, his voice soft and tender. "I never imagined my life like this, with a husband and now a family to call my own."

He reached out with his free hand and took one of Khan's, bringing it to his lips to gently kiss the back of it, squeezing those slender digits.

"I feel utterly and truly complete," he whispered, locking eyes with those beautiful blue ones.

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A smile stretches over Khan's features when Stephen joins him; He reaches out to take the offered cup of tea, bringing it to his mouth, humming a low, very much satisfied noise at the scent of warm herbs before he takes a sip - enjoying the taste stretching along his tongue.

His husband takes a seat on the couch as well and Khan's gaze flicks to their sleeping offspring once more, but then focuses on his partner, accompanied by a sigh and a soft nod.

"Yes, a little. Aiden was... perhaps a bit uncomfortable. He didn't really want to drink despite being hungry, and Aurora started to complain as well. But in the end, it worked out - I guess their hunger became too overwhelming and they just gave up."

Chuckling, amused about their twins, Khan takes another sip of his tea before lowering his hands - and the cup - into his lap; The extended couch has been turned into a temporary bed ever since Khan had returned from hospital, simply because it's convenient. He sometimes rests here, depending on how often both Aurora and Aiden wake up during the night, as it's easier for him to walk back and forth between the living room and the kitchen than to have to make his way to the bedroom in between. He can also just watch some TV this way in the middle of the night while feeding their babies - at least when his husband stays in the bedroom, that is.

But Stephen is by his side most of the time as well, rests with him on the couch or in bed, depending on where they end up for the night. They've turned both said bed and this couch into their personal nests of sorts, complete with an arrangement of blankets and comfortable pillows - and Khan enjoys it quite a lot, actually.

He hums, shifting a bit on the couch as he pulls one of the many blankets over both their legs, allowing them to be a bit more comfortable. Cloak floats around them for a moment, then zips through the living room and turns off most light sources, just allowing a small table lamp to illuminate the room in a soft, orange glow.

Blue eyes meet cerulean ones, gazing into them, allowing a second of silence to pass as he takes another sip of his tea...

"How do you feel?" ---The question just breaks free of him here, all of a sudden; It's been a while since they've returned from the hospital, and their life has changed quite a bit. Khan just wants to know if the sorcerer truly feels happy...

The moment Khan had been allowed to leave the hospital, Stephen had been utterly helpful. Not in the way that was obsessive or not in the way that he wasn't allowing Khan to do anything (he wasn't ever going to do that again as long as he lived), but he was helpful. When the twins woke and weren't hungry, Stephen would hold them carefully and hum to them, to which they both seemed to enjoy his deep voice.

He was surprised (but also not surprised) that Khan's body had reshaped itself back to normal, but not once did he ask for intimacy, minus kisses and snuggles of course. He wanted to be sure that Khan was the one to ask first and Stephen didn't ever push him.

It's just after ten pm when Khan finished feeding the twins and Stephen was making them both a cup of hot tea. After a few minutes, Stephen comes out to the living room with two cups and hands one to his husband, before taking a seat next to him on the couch.

"I heard them being a bit fickle tonight with feeding," Stephen said softly, careful not to disturb the twins' sleep.

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"And I love you just as much." The bond between them allows emotions to flow, to be exchanged; And it proves that it is true, that Khan loves Stephen just as much as Stephen loves Khan.

He never wants to ever be separated from the sorcerer, from his little family - and Khan will do everything he can to protect them, all of them, for as long as he lives.

---

Two weeks have passed ever since their twins have found their way into this world.

Khan has been allowed to go home after spending three days in hospital; His injuries from giving birth have healed well, and his baby belly has also completely disappeared by now. His body has reshaped itself into what he used to look like before his pregnancy, as if he's never carried twins to begin with; They are very much existent, though, currently sleeping within their own baby carriers inside the Sanctum's living room, next to the couch where Khan himself sits on, having just finished breastfeeding them.

Part of him hadn't expected to be able to feed them so well, but... it works perfectly, actually, and both their son and their daughter are very satisfied after their meals, usually falling asleep immediately to digest the milk they've consumed.

They wake up about four times during the night, demanding to be fed, and also wake up just as much during the day. They eat a lot, which is surprising Khan a little, but so far he's able to keep up the milk production.

It's quite late already - a little after 10pm - and Khan sighs as he pulls his shirt back down, bright irises lingering in his sleeping offspring for a second. He can hear Stephen rummaging around in the kitchen, perhaps preparing them a cup of tea...

"They're asleep.", he calls out to him, softly so, even though the twins don't even care much about noise. They seem to sleep through almost anything, only get disturbed by noises they are not familiar with. Their father's voices, however, they know, so they're not startled by them easily. "---Finally."

Nursing them has taken a bit longer tonight, for some reason... Aiden had been a little fickle, and caused Aurora to be fickle in return, but now the children are happy and hopefully dreaming about something beautiful.

When Khan turned his head towards Stephen, the older man couldn't help but smile tenderly and cup his husband's cheek, before leaning over to kiss him lovingly on the lips, kissing him softly and tenderly for a few moments before he pulled away a few inches.

"I should be thanking you for coming into my life, sweetheart." Stephen said softly. "It was fate that you ended up here and that we met...and you have changed my life and everything in it. I couldn't have asked for something else to happen, because you were the one I had been waiting for."

If soulmates really existed, Khan would be his.

He pressed his forehead against Khan's tenderly, enjoying the closeness of his husband, their children and their family that was utterly complete.

"I love you, so much." he said, swallowing thickly as emotion took over his voice.

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Yes, Khan definitely needs some rest. While he does feel a bit better already, his body starting to recover from the intense procedure of giving birth, he's quite exhausted - and tired, on top of that.

Being in so much pain for so many hours surely takes its toll even on a superior body like his own.

He hums out a low noise of approval as the back of his head sinks against the fluffy pillow, eyes heavy-lidded while blue irises glance down at their children lying on his chest; Their fingers are so tiny, their faces all scrunched up, but both of the twins seem very much happy and satisfied about the meal they're getting.

Their life will be changing from now on, drastically so - they will need to figure out a new every-day-life for them that works, mold it around their children's needs, but Khan cannot wait for all of this to happen, despite how exhausting it will be for them.

Their marriage has turned into a full-blown family, after all, and fuck, just thinking about it makes Khan feel overly emotional, causing him to swallow and to close his eyes in an attempt to keep the tears away.

"---Thank you.", is what he whispers then, suddenly feeling the need to express what he'd thought about earlier; Lips purse briefly, a throat works again, and Khan blinks his eyes back open before he turns his head, glancing at his wonderful husband...

The love of his life. The father of his children. The man who saved him so many months ago...

"---For everything. For... this. For offering me this family. For having been by my side during the whole of the pregnancy and labor. Without you, I would be... nothing. I probably wouldn't even be alive anymore."

Ah, even more emotions appear and Khan clears his throat, resting the side of his head against Stephen's own.

The twins are here, they are healthy and they are beautiful.

Stephen can already see both his and Khan's features in their faces, from their hair all the way to their jawlines. It looked as though Aiden would have a sharp jawline just like his dad (Khan) and those beautiful raven locks that Stephen loved.

Aurora might look more like Stephen maybe, with the dark brown hair.

But for now, they were here.

"They're perfect," Stephen whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the top of his husband's head.

He knew Khan was absolutely exhausted and would need plenty of rest. Stephen would get up with them when they cried, change their diapers and give them what they needed while Khan rested.

"And you need to get some rest once we put them down," Stephen said.

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Oh, how very convenient magic is, truly.

Because the bed is now much wider, perfect for Stephen to lie down onto as well, and Khan lets out a soft, happy noise - something akin to a purr - when his husband is finally close, even though his whole body is still struggling with the oversensitivity.

But it's all worth it, everything. Khan feels stuffed with love and adoration for his beloved family, his twins, the sorcerer, and he doesn't even know how to express all of it...

His blue eyes are glistening as he glances at Stephen with a tired smile on his lips, new tears forming, but they're being held back for now; Khan shifts a bit closer, his shoulder now resting against his partner's as he looks back down at their two bundles of joy, both of them having already found their source of food for now, seemingly having no issues at all to drink from him.

Being born surely must have been an exhausting experience for them as well, so it makes sense that they're hungry. Khan caresses the two with his palms, his fingertips sliding along the soft skin carefully, almost as if he's afraid to accidentally break them---

God, they are so tiny. Their size is good, actually, that's what he's been able to pick up while having been in and out of consciousness, but... still, they're newborns and they look so fragile...

"...They are beautiful.", is what Khan hears himself whisper after a moment of silence has stretched between them and he swallows, looking back at Stephen, smile returning. "And they are healthy. They are perfect."

He cannot believe he's so, so utterly lucky to be allowed to experience this... to have a real family of his own, created out of love and not because of some superior breeding programm that's existing back on his home planet, far far away.

Stephen smiled softly as Khan asked him to join him on the bed and he snapped his fingers, making the cot a bit bigger for both of them to lay comfortably. After a moment, he slipped off his shoes and got into bed next to his husband, scooting closer until he was laying on his back, with Khan leaning against him.

He knew Khan's body was sore and tender, but the fact that he wanted Stephen close meant he wanted their family to be together.

Stephen never thought he would have children. He was getting older, nearing 50 and the fact that he became a father at nearly 47 made his heart beat faster.

But now that it had happened, that their children were here, Stephen couldn't imagine not having the two bundles here.

Christine didn't seem to mind at all, as she smiled at them softly. "I'll go get you two something to drink and give you a moment." she said and left the recovery room to allow them time to bond.