"Is this ok? Am I hurting you?" Howard asked nervously.
"If you don't start moving, I'm going to hurt you!" Vince fumed from underneath him.
Howard was precariously perched on top of his heavily pregnant lover, trying not to put any weight on his distended belly with varying degrees of success.
"I don't think this is working," he admitted.
"You think I'm ugly," Vince accused him. "I fucking knew it. It's the stretch marks, isn't it?"
"No, no," Howard replied hastily.
"So you just think I'm fat?"
"I think you're beautiful, you know that."
"You haven't said you didn't think I was fat," Vince said pointedly.
"You're pregnant, everyone puts on a little weight. And you're not fat," Howard said, feeling that the conversation was fast getting away from him, "Look, I think this would work better if I lay down and you went on top."
"Ok," Vince said grumpily and slid out from underneath him as they swapped places.
Vince guided Howard back inside himself and sat down gingerly on his hips. He began to rock his hips and rolled his head back. His increased weight anchored him heavily onto Howard's cock. Howard groaned and thrust up into him eagerly. He held onto his waist (or where it used to be, at any rate) and pulled him backwards and forwards.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he said and Vince moaned loudly, his ego being his largest erogenous zone.
"Do you still fancy me?" Vince stuttered as Howard thrust over his prostate repeatedly.
"You get me so hard," he growled back.
"Sit up, I want to try something," Vince said breathlessly and started to turn around.
Howard obediently sat up and allowed Vince to pull his arms around him.
"Rock into me," Vince said over his shoulder.
His hair was sweaty and his eyeliner was smudged all over his face. Howard kissed him. The angle was awkward and somehow that only made it hotter. He had his hands on Vince's prominent bump as he thrust into him. Vince pulled back from the kiss slightly and looked into his eyes.
"Bite my neck," he said in a lust roughened voice.
"Are you su-" Howard began.
"Just do it!"
Howard bit lightly into the soft skin on his neck and lapped at it delicately.
"Harder!" Vince said irritably.
"I don't want to hurt you," Howard said shakily.
"Well I do want you to hurt me, so tough," Vince responded.
He sunk his teeth in deeper and sucked hard at Vince's pulse point and was rewarded by a long drawn out whimper.
"You kinky bitch," Howard muttered against his neck and Vince moaned louder.
"Wank me off," he begged.
Grunting, Howard transferred a hand from Vince's middle to his pulsing cock and started to squeeze it and pull it in time to the motions of their hips. Soon, Vince was yelping and coming into his hand with a little sob. The spasming around him made Howard follow seconds later. For a while they stayed joined and panting together until Vince lifted himself off. Howard mourned the loss momentarily and lay down heavily, loping an arm around Vince.
"'s not moving," Howard mumbled with a hand on Vince's middle, "Is that alright?"
"Yeah, the rocking just put him to sleep is all. He'll be up dancing on my bladder in a bit," Vince replied and yawned. "I think I'll get some kip too."
He moved closer to Howard until they were touching all along the sides of their bodies and hummed happily.
