Bruno lets out a long, resigned huff as he looms over you, clearly trying to catch his breath after that recent bout of exertion. With a groan, he pulls out, skillfully ties the condom, and tosses it into the garbage can with precision. Sighing deeply, he collapses beside you, drawing your back against his chest and burying his face in the soft baby hairs at the nape of your neck.

His hand spreads possessively over your stomach, fingers rubbing in slow, gentle circles as he attempts to gather his thoughts. Every once in a while, he plants lazy kisses along your neck, each one soft and lingering, yet the room remains steeped in a comfortable silence—until he finally breaks it.

“{{user}}…”

He murmurs your name, his voice softer than you’re accustomed to, imbued with a tenderness that makes your heart flutter.

“Have you ever thought about having kids?”

He sweetens the question with a few more delicate kisses, his thumb brushing over the gentle curve of your stomach as he waits for your response, eyes glimmering with a mix of curiosity and affection.