"Do you know what else I find absolutely gorgeous about you?" Nowaki asked quietly. Hiroki raised his head from his lover's shoulder to look up at him questioningly. Before he could say anything, however, Nowaki spun around and tossed Hiroki down onto the bed. Nowaki fell forward, caging Hiroki in with two strong hands on either side of his shoulders.

Hiroki, who had landed on his side, curled into a ball as he stared up at Nowaki. Nowaki lowered his head to gently nip at the smooth, white flesh of the side of Hiroki's stomach.

"This baby bump is the sexiest thing I have ever seen," Nowaki growled, pushing down the front of his pants. Hiroki blushed furiously, scowling.

"Isn't that the same as calling the baby sexy? That's gross! You're just as perverted as Miya-" Hiroki began. His words caught in his throat as Nowaki's throbbing, dripping erection rubbed up against his bottom.

"You make me like this, Hiro-san," Nowaki hissed through bared teeth. "I can't control myself when I see your naked baby bump. It's not because of the baby inside, but it's because I know that it was my doing that impregnated you. I get unbearably hot whenever I think about your baby bump, and that I'm the father of this baby. It makes me want to make a complete mess out of you."

"Sh-Shut your mouth!" Hiroki yelled as his blush spread to his chest. His protests cut off with a squeal, though, as Nowaki grabbed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back. He lowered his head once more, dotting kisses all over Hiroki's belly. He licked and sucked at the taught flesh, breathing heavily and puffing hot air onto the sensitive skin.

Hiroki, meanwhile, pinched his lips together to muffle a moan, writhing under Nowaki's mouth and tongue.

"Y-You pervert… pr-pr-pregnancy fetishes are gr-gross," Hiroki stammered, arching his back as Nowaki got to the underside of his swollen belly and sucked more fervently. He fisted the sheets in one hand as he combed his fingers through his chestnut hair with the other. Nowaki stopped for a few seconds to raise his head and stare at Hiroki with darkened, lust-filled eyes.

"I don't have a pregnancy fetish. To me, you are the only person in this entire world that looks sexy with a baby bump."

Hiroki flushed scarlet and opened his mouth to complain. He was cut short, however, as Nowaki began to devour the rise of flesh once more.

"Mmm," Nowaki hummed, reaching down to stroke himself. Hiroki raised his head, his half-lidded eyes watching Nowaki hungrily. He felt a strange jealousy towards Nowaki's pumping hand.

"Nowaki," Hiroki whispered in an attempt to regain Nowaki's attention. "Give me more…"

Nowaki shuddered, his licking and sucking becoming feverish.

"I need you inside," Hiroki hissed, bucking his hips as his entrance twitched with impatience.

"Oh, God," Nowaki suddenly gasped. He threw his head back as he spilled over onto the inside of Hiroki's thighs, coating the skin with his heated seed.

"Idiot," Hiroki murmured, reaching up to cup Nowaki's sweating face in his hands. "Why didn't you let me take care of it?"

"You did. Talking about you and pointing out all of your features aroused me so much that I was ready to come before I even finished talking," Nowaki growled, his hips still jerking inadvertently in the aftershock of his orgasm. He crawled up Hiroki's form to messily kiss him, his tongue coaxing Hiroki's to dance. Hiroki panted breathlessly, his mouth quickly numbing as he forgot whose tongue was whose. Nowaki finally pulled away, lowering his head to press his forehead to Hiroki's chest.

"Nowaki…" Hiroki murmured, reaching up to stroke Nowaki's hair.

"Can I make love to you now? Is it safe for me to believe that you don't think I'm only in it for the sex?" Nowaki asked softly.

"…Yes," Hiroki whispered. Nowaki shivered above him.

"Thank goodness."

Hiroki shut his eyes as he lied on the bed, awaiting Nowaki's entrance. He heard the pop of the cap of a bottle of lube as it was opened. Hiroki's legs were hoisted up onto a pair of strong shoulders, and Nowaki pressed into him as he prodded his little lover's entrance with a slippery finger. His head lolling, Hiroki sighed in pleasure, feeling heat blossom from his stomach in response to the return of Nowaki's warmth that he had been craving for weeks.

"Mmm," Hiroki hummed, his lips parting as Nowaki slowly pressed past his entrance and entered him. Nowaki curled his finger against Hiroki's prostate before pushing past the tight ring of muscles with another soaked digit.

"Hiro-san, you're beautiful. You're so damn beautiful. I'm so lucky…" Nowaki whispered.

"St-Stop saying that. I s-seriously get it, you corny b-bastard," Hiroki breathed.

"I won't stop. It's your fault for allowing yourself to fall in love with this corny bastard."

"You G-God damn wannabe p-poet."

"That's right. I'm going to make the rest of your life like poetry."

Hiroki moaned as another finger was added. Nowaki stretched him, wriggling within his lover's warmth.

"D-Don't… I get enough p-poetry from literature…"

"You love literature, though. So, in turn, you love me, right?"

Hiroki laughed breathily, peeling his eyes open and squinting up at Nowaki. He shook his head.

"Really? You're a gigantic idiot," Hiroki murmured. Nowaki grinned slyly and struck against Hiroki's prostate with a well-aimed curl. Hiroki's teasing laugh broke off into a high pitched moan as he arched his back and writhed. He clenched against Nowaki's fingers, earning a groan.

"Hiro-san, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can be gentle," Nowaki warned. Hiroki nodded dazedly.

"Th-That's fine. I-I want it h-hard."

Nowaki cursed under his breath in desire, yanking his fingers out and making Hiroki yelp. Nowaki lifted Hiroki and spun him around, plopping his little lover in his lap. Hiroki's chest heaved as he reverse-straddled Nowaki and squirmed impatiently. Nowaki growled, grabbing Hiroki's hips and guiding him to his throbbing member. He eased it past Hiroki's entrance with deliberate, small pushes. Hiroki whimpered, grabbing Nowaki's hand over his hip.

"Hiro-san, it's been so long… are you okay?" Nowaki panted. Hiroki thrust downwards in response, impaling himself. Both lovers cried out in pleasure, and Nowaki coiled his arms around Hiroki's enlarged waist, bouncing him on his lap.

"Ah, ah!" Hiroki cried, throwing his head back and grabbing Nowaki's wrists. He dug his nails into the backs of Nowaki's hands, moaning with every bounce.

"Hiro-san… you feel amazing," Nowaki growled from behind. Hiroki felt Nowaki's heated forehead press into his sweating shoulder.

"Nowa- uhn! H-Harder!" Hiroki panted. Nowaki's arms tightened and his member twitched inside Hiroki. He plowed Hiroki into his lap as hard as he dared, earning a scream of ecstasy from his lover.

"Let's… change… positions," Nowaki hissed between throaty gasps for breath. Before Hiroki had time to respond, he was pushed forward onto his hands and knees. Nowaki gripped his hips with powerful hands and slammed into him. Hiroki's arms shook, threatening to give out under the weight of his pleasure.

"Oh God, Nowaki… I-I'm coming again," Hiroki warned breathlessly. His moans raised in volume as his member pulsed and throbbed. Just before he exploded, Nowaki reached around and grabbed his erection, squeezing the shaft and blocking the slit with his thumb. Hiroki cried out in protest, his body convulsing.

"Just a little while longer, Hiro-san," Nowaki said. "First you need to admit to me that you're beautiful."

"Oh, ah! Mm, I told you I -ah!- understand! I don't need to… ahhhn!"

"Admit it."

"AH! N-N-Nowaki, please… l-let me c-come, I c-c-can't-"

"Say it."

Hiroki clenched his jaw.

"I'm beautiful, alright? I'm absolutely gorgeous! Now let me come!"

Nowaki obediently released Hiroki's painful erection and slammed into him with a single powerful thrust.

"Nowaki!" Hiroki screamed, whipping his head back as he came hard, molten spurts of his seed jetting down onto the sheets below. Nowaki's essence flooded deep into him a second later, joined by his roar of ecstasy. He shook violently as he pulsed up into his lover, filling him to the brim with juices. His orgasm continued long after Hiroki's had ended, some of the heated liquid overflowing out of Hiroki and dripping down onto the bed. Nowaki's orgasm finally ended, and he panted above Hiroki, slumping over his back.

Nowaki pulled out and they both flopped to their sides, facing each other as they paused to regain control of their pounding hearts and breathless pants.

"You came so much," Hiroki whispered waveringly, shuddering when Nowaki's excess seed dribbled out of his entrance and pooled beneath the side of his bottom on the bed.

"Sorry," Nowaki breathed. "I've been pretty pent up these past few weeks."

Hiroki frowned, wriggling closer to Nowaki and grabbing his hands. He interlaced their fingers and pressed his forehead against their joined knuckles.

"Me too…"

They lightly dozed beside each other, murmuring words of love. Every once and a while Nowaki would stroke Hiroki's hair back behind his ear, lazily watching it as it slowly slid out of its hold and flopped back down into Hiroki's face.

After a while, Nowaki gently moved Hiroki up towards the headboard and pried the blankets out from underneath him. Hiroki felt like a doll as he was positioned on the bed and tucked in.

Nowaki peeled off his sweat-soaked clothes, only to pull on a pair of sweatpants. He slipped into bed beside Hiroki, lying on his back as his little lover draped an arm over his chest and snuggled in close to him. Hiroki sleepily pressed lazy kisses to the side of his shoulder, his eyes shut.

"I want this pregnancy to be a happy time for you," Nowaki murmured after a long silence. He turned his head to Hiroki as his sleepy lover cracked open one eye. "Please be confident in yourself."

Nowaki planted a kiss on Hiroki's forehead.

"Those people who make fun of you have no idea what you're going through right now. Take comfort in knowing that the people who doknow will never judge you."

"'kay," Hiroki breathed, shutting his eyes once more and moving to nuzzle Nowaki's neck.

"I love you, Hiro-san."

"I love you too," Hiroki replied softly, craning his neck to kiss Nowaki's jaw.

"You are sure kissing me a lot. Want to go another round?" Nowaki asked with a smile. He moved to top Hiroki again, but a little hand on his chest stopped him and eased him back down onto the bed.

"Actually… I was wondering…" Hiroki trailed off, raising his head. He shyly traced his index finger in a small circle on Nowaki's chest.

"Yes?"

"I was actually wondering if you could make me a snack."