Tamaki was something of a stress eater.

When he was a teen, it wasn't such a big deal. He ran around a lot, had gym classes, and played all sorts of commoner games with his friends. He was muscular, with a little padding around the waist but nothing too noticeable or unattractive. It made him cuddlier, Kyoya would say as he snuggled into him at night. He'd wrap around him as if Tamaki was some sort of teddy bear, and he certainly wasn't complaining even if Kyoya's hipbones dug in a little too hard and his skin was eternally ice-cold. It was what he could do, share his warmth and softness with his… whatever they were.

They'd avoided naming what was between them for so long, probably some by-product of their Christian upbringings – Catholicism and Protestantism didn't have the most spotless of reputations when it came to self-acceptance. Still, they grew up, and neither of them really believed most of what they'd been taught anyway. It was the gateway to pure pleasure, indulging on all those things that they technically shouldn't. They napped in the afternoons, the had sex as often as they wanted, and they were both rather big eaters with a taste for rich, filling, creamy foods.

That was certainly part of what led him to this situation now, hiding in the bathroom with his trousers and a few buttons of his shirt missing – jacket and waistcoat discarded – massaging his overstuffed stomach. It turns out, all that indulgence and laziness caught up with him, softening his waistline considerably. It also didn't help that, with his status as CEO of one of the most important businesses to the Japanese economy… He was just stuffing himself even more.

Sweets were a weakness. Chocolate filled pastries, fluffy cakes, vanilla pudding. It was all so good, and he couldn't stop himself when the only thing that was preventing him from having a total mental breakdown was mouthfuls of cream and choux pastry.

It also didn't help that everyone was obviously taking notice of his weight gain, and they were never particularly subtle when it came to gossip. He tried pulling the host club routine out of retirement, a dazzling smile on his face and the famous charm that could woo even a (supposedly) cold-hearted Ootori. But things never seemed to go according to plan when he was involved. The murmurs continued, the guests were certainly not as under his spell as they used to, and he just generally felt like shit. So, he took it out on the buffet table.

He piled his plate high. He went back for seconds, and thirds, and had been making his way through fourths like a complete pig when his stomach started cramping from being stuffed so full. Of course, his attack on the food didn't quiet the murmurs – far from – and he felt more self-conscious than he could ever remember being.

He ran. He couldn't take it, feeling himself getting choked up and everything not working out as he wanted to, and now here he was. Rubbing his plump, too-round gut and imagining that his boyfriend was doing it for him, cooing about how cute he looked and how warm he was. God, this sucked.

Not being as good as Kyoya's long, spindly fingers – which weren't as spindly anymore, even if he wasn't as big as Tamaki had gotten – he pulled out his phone. He just wanted someone on his side, especially as his father's usual jokes were only making things worse. He needed Kyoya to come, help ease his overtaxed stomach, and then spend the night joking and playing around.

TO: bae-by boy ? ﾟﾒﾞ?

Hey Kyo. Poeple r rude n I ate n drank 2 much. my gut popped some buttns n I'm rubbing my tummy and m not as good as u pls come ily xxxxx

He wasn't sure Kyoya would, having an exam the very next day, which was the reason he didn't come in the first place. Ootori's didn't get less than As, and Kyoya certainly felt the pressure to perform, leading to the last-minute cram. Coffee, a dangerous amount of energy drink, and those glucose sweets originally intended for diabetics; his supplies for when he planned to study until dawn, no matter how much Tamaki told him that it'd be better for him to just rest.

Perhaps he was a little too tipsy. After all, he'd also managed to knock back more Champaign, wine and gin than he really meant to, which probably wasn't helping how bloated he was. God, he was fucking gross. New Year's resolution: lose some weight.

He looked down at his phone when he heard Kyoya's text come in, snorting as he read what he was sent.

From: bae-by boy ? ﾟﾒﾞ?

Are you sexting me? Bc I can't do anything about that right now, daddy - I have to study and not be a naughty boy…

And Kyoya's impeccable timing struck once more. Add "inappropriate boner" to the list of everything going wrong.

To: bae-by boy ? ﾟﾒﾞ?

No, m not. Hate it here, and I want you to come make it less awful.

A few minutes ticked by, and Tamaki only felt worse. More frustrated, more upset, and he wasn't sure how to deal with any of it. He just needed an answer, even if he was being kind of needy to want his answer in only a few short minutes. After all, he might have gone back to studying, his phone could've died, or he didn't hear it…

He jumped when he heard his ringtone, Kyoya's name on the screen, and he rushed to answer the call with shaking fingers. He could hear the rumble of an engine in the background, the little sports car Kyoya's grandfather got him for his birthday.

"You aren't calling and driving, are you Kyo," He chuckled wetly, unsure of when he'd started to tear up, voice a little slurred from the alcohol, "That's dangerous. You're not the safest driver I know, by a long shot, but even you know that."

"It's Bluetooth, don't worry. Besides, I have a prince to rescue from the vultures, don't I?"

He heard Kyoya laugh, the melodic sound quirking his lips, and he knew it wouldn't take long for his boyfriend to make it. After all, he never really kept to the speed limit, and he certainly wanted to get there as quick as possible. It didn't stop him arguing that Kyoya should slow down, however.

"Hey, Tama, can you open up?"

The sound was music to his ears, and he all but flung the door open and jumped into Kyoya's arms. He couldn't resist wrapping his arms around Kyoya's pudgy waist, snuggling into the softness that appeared on his chest. Not too much, not as much as he ballooned, but it was so sweet on him. It matched how Kyoya actually was beneath the ice – a sweet boy with large eyes and chubby cheeks who actually giggled.

"I'm so glad you're here," He breathed, releasing his boyfriend from the crushing hold and meeting those beautiful eyes, "I ate four plates, and downed… so much alcohol. I just… I feel all gross and completely stuffed. I wanted to go home, but… I can't let those comments get to me like that, you know? I just needed -"

"Some help," Kyoya smiled, stepping into the stall with him and locking the door, "The itinerary for the remainder of the night is this. I'm going to give you a belly rub because I love you, and you certainly aren't gross. Then, I'm going to get on my knees and give you oral. And then, finally, we're going to go out there and I'm going to eat five plates of food, because I'm starving. How does that sound?"

"Amazing."

A/N: First chapter isn't all that smutty, but a part two's going to come ;) Also, this prompt came from anonymous on Tumblr. If you want to request something of your own, you can do that either in the comments or through my Tumblr (kinkypen)