"You're beautiful, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered against Hiroki's bare skin as he trailed kisses down the center of his chest. Hiroki wrestled out of his shirt that was still tangled in his arms above his head and cast it aside. He shut his eyes, his mouth slightly ajar as his breathing became labored with pleasure. Nowaki paid special attention to Hiroki's stomach and abdomen, where he peppered kisses in a full circle around it.

"Mmm… Nowaki, why are you kissing me there so much?" Hiroki asked, lifting his head slightly and gazing at his lover through half-lidded eyes. Nowaki raised his head from his work.

"Because, this is where our baby is going to grow," Nowaki breathed. Hiroki reached down to caress his cheek.

"Do you think the baby will have my eyes or yours, Nowaki?"

Nowaki shuddered and crawled back up to Hiroki's face, where he tenderly kissed his petite lover's eyelids.

"That's the most seductive thing I've ever heard you say," Nowaki murmured. Hiroki blushed and smiled slightly.

"Idiot."

Hiroki reached up to wrap his arms around Nowaki's neck and pull him into a deep, meaningful kiss. He felt as if he was floating on air with all of the mixed emotions stirring within him. Part of him felt ridiculously overjoyed at the thought of bearing Nowaki's child, but the other part of him feared everything that was happening. The pill must have fucked with his brain as well as his appendix- who was this crazy, sappy brunette, and where did Kamijou the Devil disappear to?

Wherever it was, Hiroki hoped it would keep its anger and nervousness at bay just for a while longer.

"Nowaki," Hiroki breathed into Nowaki's ear as his lover moved between Hiroki's legs and ground his hips against him.

"Hiro-san…you're so, so, so beautiful. I love you so much."

Hiroki shivered at Nowaki's words, unable to protest against his cheesy lines of seduction. Instead, he went with the only word he could remember at that moment.

"Nowaki…"

"Would… would you like to enter me, Hiro-san?" Nowaki suddenly asked. Hiroki's closed eyes peeled open to gaze up at Nowaki's face.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes," Nowaki nodded. "If you want, you can do the penetrating today. I don't want to put you in any more pain than you're already in."

Hiroki burst into laughter, tipping his head back a little. Nowaki furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm serious, Hiro-san," he sighed in an exasperated voice. Hiroki lowered his head once more, stifling a few lingering giggles.

"I don't want to penetrate, Nowaki," Hiroki murmured, reaching up and stroking Nowaki's hair. "I'm enjoying all of the attention I'm getting. Now, if you could get a move on…"

Nowaki smiled gently down at his beloved.

"Of course, Hiro-san."

Hiroki's slow writhing continued as Nowaki lowered his head once more to press his lips against his lover's heated skin. Hiroki tangled his fingers in Nowaki's hair, urging him down towards his still-clothed erection. Nowaki, however, paused at the space between the two symmetrical dips at Hiroki's hips that led down into his sweatpants and to his manhood. There, he kissed and licked at the patch of skin, skillfully running his tongue across the particularly sensitive spot. Hiroki arched his back slightly off the bed.

"Mmm…oh…" he moaned in pleasure, combing his fingers through Nowaki's hair.

"Does it feel good, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked, looking up. Hiroki watched as a string of saliva broke between his lips and Hiroki's abdomen.

"Yes, Nowaki. Don't stop," Hiroki sighed, letting his head fall back onto the bed. Nowaki planted one more kiss to the sensitive spot before easing Hiroki's sweatpants down and releasing the weeping erection from its cage. Hiroki hissed as cold air hit his heated organ. He was immediately soothed, though, as Nowaki took him into his mouth.

"Hmmm," Nowaki hummed around Hiroki's shaft, vibrating his lips against the trembling skin.

"Ah!" Hiroki cried out as Nowaki began to work his magic, stroking and licking with slow, deliberate movements. Just when Hiroki felt an orgasm tickle at his insides, Nowaki released him, breathing hot air onto the dripping head. Hiroki pouted, his cheeks painted scarlet. "Why'd you stop?"

"I want you to feel good everywhere before you come," Nowaki said. Hiroki whined in protest, but before he could continue, Nowaki sat up and grabbed his little lover by the hips. He hoisted him up onto his thighs, and his bottom was raised high into the air, just below Nowaki's chin. Slightly breathless by the awkward angle of his body, Hiroki blinked in surprise. He gasped as Nowaki lowered his head and licked experimentally at Hiroki's entrance, causing it to clench inadvertently.

"Nowaki!" Hiroki barked, grabbing Nowaki's hair and trying to push him away. "That's disgusting!"

"No, it's not," Nowaki murmured, looking up momentarily. "Everything about you is beautiful. You are anything but disgusting, Hiro-san."

Hiroki opened his mouth to complain again, but broke off into a long, high pitched moan as Nowaki's well-trained tongue struck a sensitive pillow of nerves. His grip on Nowaki's hair loosened and he let his arm flop down onto the bed, joining the other helpless one on the sheets. His squinting eyes suddenly snapped open and his head was tossed back as Nowaki's lips closed around the puckered entrance and his licking became more fervent. Unable to suppress his desire, Hiroki stuck his index and middle fingers into his mouth, sucking on them to smother his moans.

"Hiro-san…" Nowaki breathed, his voice muffled by Hiroki's skin. Hiroki whimpered, his toes curling in the air as he bit down on his fingers.

"Nowaki… Nowaki!" Hiroki gasped around his soaked digits. His body tensed and he came abruptly, spurting pure white seed all over his chest. Nowaki continued licking however, prolonging Hiroki's orgasm. He slowly lowered Hiroki's lower body back onto the bed when he finished, and he crawled up beside his little lover to briefly press his lips to his forehead.

"You're so cute, Hiro-san," Nowaki sighed contently. Hiroki, when he caught his breath, peeled his eyes open.

"Aren't… Aren't you going to enter me?" Hiroki said, looking down at Nowaki's rather painfully hard-looking erection.

"Seeing you coming undone just from me licking you is enough," Nowaki said with a gentle smile. He moved down Hiroki's body and began lapping up the semen on his chest, flicking his tongue over his hardened nipple. His lips clamped down on the rosy pink bud, suckling gingerly. Hiroki gasped and squirmed.

"Nowaki… Nowaki, stop," he said. Nowaki looked up, a quizzical look on his face.

"What is it?"

"Nowaki, making love isn't about only one person feeling good. I want you to come, too."

A tiny patch of color rose to Nowaki's cheeks, and his eyes glimmered with adoration.

"Hiro-san, I love you."

"I know. Now hurry up," Hiroki demanded impatiently. His face defied the sharpness of his words, however, as he grinned up at Nowaki. His lover moved back in between Hiroki's legs and pressed against his still-wet hole with the head of his weeping erection.

"Are you ready, Hiro-san?"

Hiroki pinched his lips together and nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. Nowaki slowly entered him, stretching his little lover as his erection began to fill Hiroki to the brim. Hiroki clutched the sheets, his chest heaving as he panted in desire.

"Are you okay, Hiro-san? Is there any pain? Do you feel sick at all?" Nowaki asked when he was halfway sheathed. Hiroki peeled an eye open and shook his head dazedly.

"No… you can keep going," he hissed. He cried out in surprise as Nowaki buried himself to the hilt within Hiroki with one clean, quick thrust.

"Hiro-san, you feel amazing," Nowaki growled, hunching over slightly as he began to roll his hips. Hiroki sighed and moaned as his body was rocked back and forth by Nowaki's careful movements. He gripped Nowaki's shoulders, digging his fingernails lightly into his pale skin. Nowaki bent low over him, trailing his tongue up Hiroki's neck.

"H-Harder," Hiroki breathed. Nowaki complied and grunted as he quickened his pace and drilled into Hiroki's prostate, earning a loud, drawn-out moan. "That's it, Nowaki… right there…"

"I'm not going to last long," Nowaki warned with a groan, his hold on Hiroki's lithe hips tightening.

"It's okay. Come inside of me. Fill me up," Hiroki whispered. Nowaki shuddered, throwing his head back.

"Fuck, Hiro-san!" he barked just before his heated essence shot up into Hiroki. Hiroki gasped as he too came at the feeling of Nowaki's erection twitching and jolting inside of him, his own hot seed spilling over him in thin ribbons. Nowaki collapsed on top of him, scooping his arms under Hiroki's shoulders and panting into the crook of his neck.

"You're so dumb," Hiroki muttered, clicking his tongue. He nuzzled his nose against Nowaki's hair, breathing in his lover's musky aroma.

"I really am dumb, Hiro-san. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry I did that to you," Nowaki said. He turned his head to the side and reached down to grab Hiroki's hand. He worshiped Hiroki's thin fingers, pressing his lips to his knuckles.

"Hey, guess what?" Hiroki asked after a brief silence. Nowaki looked up, a puzzled look on his face.

"What, Hiro-san?" he asked. Hiroki giggled and reached up to cup Nowaki's face in his hands. His lips excitedly spilled the words he had subconsciously longed to share, despite his initial defiance.

"We're going to have a baby, Nowaki!"