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Thankfully, perhaps because Jun was docile from his orgasm, he simply blinked in confusion at Damon. Damon wiped a hand across his lips to make sure there wasn't any residue left there and grinned sheepishly.

"Well...now that that's over," he started, voice wobbly, "we should probably talk about pregnancy."

Damon backed up slightly on the bed, just in case one round wasn't enough to sate Jun's heat. However, the movement seemed to stir Jun into full awareness, and he sat up as well – a hint of anxiety in his expression, though he didn't try to make a move toward Damon.

Damon read him easily enough. With his senses rushing back in, he probably thought he had done all that against Damon's will, so Damon hurried to reassure him. He patted Jun's shoulder, perhaps a little awkward, but hey, he'd now had Jun's come in his mouth twice in one day, he deserved a little awkwardness.

"It's fine. You didn't do anything I didn't want. But we have to... I don't know. Make a pregnancy contingency plan?"

As Damon was talking, Jun was rustling through the bedsheets, searching for his clothes, and when he found them, rather than put them on himself, he slid closer and pulled the t-shirt he had been wearing over Damon's head. Damon's vision went dark as he swallowed a mouthful of fabric, making a muffled "Hmp!" noise. He quickly cooperated with Jun to get his arms through the sleeves, and then Jun was tugging at his feet to get his sweatpants on him. Damon cooperated with that too, and then he was fully dressed in Jun's previous pajamas while Jun remained naked in the bedsheets. Unconcerned with nudity, Jun nuzzled his face apologetically along Damon's. Damon's heart melted like ice in a sauna. He patted Jun's head.

"I told you it's okay." Then, a little quieter, mumbling, "I enjoyed it just as much as you did."

Jun didn't lift his face out of where it was now buried in Damon's neck, but his purring started up again. Very telling. Damon stifled a smile.

"But we seriously have to be a bit more careful," Damon said. Jun peeked out of Damon's neck, something that could almost be described as a pout on his lips.

"Why?"

Jun, sweetie...please. Damon raised an eyebrow at him. "Because I don't particularly want to be pregnant right now." He deliberately phrased it that way – as something he wanted. It had the intended effect. Jun's pout disappeared.

"Okay," he agreed quietly. "Then what is the contingency plan?"

Damon appreciated that Jun was levelheaded enough right now not to fight Damon on this. Not that he expected Jun to be combative and insistent on filling Damon with babies, but many alphas might have been more reluctant, even sated after sex like Jun was. Pregnancy was high in packs for a reason. Not only were alphas in heat less likely to want to wear condoms, but condoms were also the only contraceptive method, and so pregnancy was a fairly typical outcome. It didn't matter too much to most pairings – werewolves tended to be family oriented, and anyone in a heat partner agreement with an alpha was likely in a relationship with them or intending to be, so pregnancy was usually an okay occurrence to most. Not ideal, for some, but not a mistake by any means.

Pregnancy was hard to prevent in heats, so when heat partner agreements were signed, there was a specific section about how both parties felt about the possibility, unless it was a pairing that could not physically conceive, like two alphas, or an alpha and a male beta. Outside of the agreement, the responsibility for making sure condoms were on hand and used properly during intercourse fell mostly to the non-alpha partner. Clearly, it was also hard for the non-alpha partner to maintain that responsibility. Lust was a powerful blinder. That's why it was so important to talk about it beforehand and make sure you knew what you were getting into when you signed the heat agreements.

Damon sighed. "Well. I don't know how you feel about children personally, but I'd like to wait a bit before I have any. I brought condoms with me, actually," Damon admitted, a bit sheepish. "But, uh. I left them in my jacket pocket."

Jun stared at him blankly for a moment, but Damon could see the amusement in his eyes, as well as some lingering heat – he had probably figured out that Damon came prepared for a reason.

"So," Damon plowed through, ignoring the look, "that should probably not happen again. I can, uh, keep some here. Close by," he suggested, voice small.

This was Jun's apartment after all, so Damon really didn't have a right to be making any changes, whether that change was something as small as stocking condoms in the bedside drawer or not. Jun simply propped his chin on Damon's shoulder to stare at him from close by, a warmth in the slightest tilt of his lips.

"Alright," Jun said.

Damon pursed his lips. The next part of the contingency plan was a bit delicate, after all. "We should – you know. Discuss what to do. If it, um. Happens."

Wow, Damon scoffed at himself. How verbose.

Jun didn't seem to mind. He got the point. "If you became pregnant," Jun said quietly, "I would not mind."

There was something there, in Jun's gaze, that told Damon that that was a much milder version of what he actually meant. Damon had a particular feeling that Jun was restraining himself on purpose, for Damon's sake. Jun didn't know for sure how Damon would feel about being pregnant by him right now, so he kept it less...demanding? Less intense, than what his eyes were saying.

Damon nodded, trying to suppress the small bit of giddiness that bubbled up inside him. He told himself it was because he and Jun had just had sex – which, by the way, Damon hadn't even really processed that that happened. He was still reeling, half wondering if it had all been a really realistic wet dream.

"I would also not mind," Damon agreed, just as quietly, "even if I don't want it to happen...if it did, I wouldn't be upset about it."

They sat in silence for a moment, with only Jun's purring to fill the space between them – well, what little space Jun would allow between them.

Just as Damon was being lulled into a daze, exhausted from being tossed around in bed for at least and hour or more, Jun suddenly sat up.

"Then...can we go again?"