Hiroki gulped, stepping out of the bathroom and shyly shuffling to the staircase of Aikawa's home. He gripped the railing with white knuckles as he slowly made his way down the wooden stairs. Halfway down, he looked down onto the living room below, where Nowaki was shamelessly gaping up at him and Aikawa was turning around in her armchair to face him. Hiroki blushed furiously and sped down the rest of the steps. He padded into the living room, refusing to look at neither Nowaki nor Aikawa.
"Well?" he asked nervously. He outstretched his arms on either side of him, showing Aikawa and Nowaki the long-sleeved, snow white button-up shirt he had put on. It was smooth and silky on his skin, the slightly skirted bottom half of the shirt gently cradling the peak of his extended belly. The buttons weren't strained at all, and Hiroki felt more comfortable than he had in weeks.
His light grey bottoms had a panel on the waistline that snugly wrapped around his baby bump and kept the pants from shifting or slipping down. They loosely hugged his thighs and knees, but they flared out ever so slightly near the bottom to even out the proportions of Hiroki's body.
"Y-You… you…" Nowaki stammered, struggling to stand from his place on the couch. Hiroki flushed scarlet and wrung his hands as Nowaki finally managed to haul himself to his feet and stumble to him. Nowaki danced his fingers over the silk shirt, then reached up to caress Hiroki's cheek and brush back a few locks of his hair.
"Wh-What?" Hiroki asked sharply, but his eyes defied his words as he timidly looked up into the glimmering cobalt gaze of his lover.
"It's perfect. Absolutely perfect," Nowaki whispered, his voice slightly gravelly with emotion. He took Hiroki into his arms and pressed his lips to the spiral of his little lover's chestnut hair. "You're glowing, Hiro-san."
Nowaki and Hiroki jumped as high-pitched giggling tore through the room. They turned to face Aikawa, who was positively writhing in her chair as a pink blush painted her cheeks.
"No, no… continue! Don't mind me!" she squealed breathlessly, covering her mouth with one hand as she rapidly waved the other. Nowaki and Hiroki awkwardly waited for her to calm down before Nowaki spoke.
"Aikawa-san… where on earth did you find this?" Nowaki asked. Aikawa, still flushed pink, got to her feet.
"That's not the only maternity shirt I have," Aikawa said with a wink. She went to a nearby bookshelf full of, much to Hiroki's embarrassment, Boy's Love novels. Aikawa hummed contentedly as she went to the side and dragged the bookshelf across the floor, revealing the wooden sliding doors of a closet. "Don't tell Usami-sensei about this. He'd have a fit and probably make Misaki-kun wear a fake baby bump so he could wear some of these."
Aikawa beckoned Nowaki and Hiroki to her as she slid open the closet doors. Nowaki and Hiroki warily went to her, but their eyes widened the second they saw the inside of the closet.
"Oh my God," Hiroki whispered, gazing at the rows upon rows of maternity clothing lining the walls of the impossibly deep room. Aikawa smiled and proudly looked up at the clothes.
"Yup. All of these are for pregnant males. I've got a section for every phase of pregnancy," Aikawa said. She waved them inside. "Come on in."
Nowaki and Hiroki followed her into the closet, staring in awe at all of the clothing. There were two levels: the bottom being all maternity tops, and the top being all maternity pants.
"Aikawa-san, where did you find these?" Nowaki breathed. Aikawa turned around and stretched her arms out to gesture to the entire closet.
"I didn't find them, I made them!" she exclaimed. "I've always been enamored by the idea of male pregnancy, and since my mom was a tailor for maternity clothes for women, I started making maternity clothes for men!"
"All of this? You made it all?" Hiroki asked in amazement. Aikawa pursed her lips and shrugged a little.
"Well, some of it is clothing that has been customized for me, since I didn't have the material to make some of them. But yeah. Overall, the designs belong to me."
"This is so amazing," Nowaki praised. "How much do you want for a few outfits for Hiro-san? I'll pay you as much as you want."
Aikawa laughed and waved her hand dismissively.
"No, no, no. Don't bother. I would be content with just seeing my work helping a loving couple like you two," Aikawa said with a dazzling, wide smile. "Pick anything you'd like. Pajamas, bathing suits, casual, formal, even lingerie. It's all here. You can take home as much as you want. They're all completely free of charge, as long as you return them to me afterwards. Bring them back to me even if they have a rip or a stain, I don't mind. I can fix them right up!"
Hiroki's mouth fell open as Nowaki wavered and clutched Hiroki's shoulders for support.
"R…Really? Y-You're serious?" Nowaki sputtered.
"Mhm," Aikawa said, nodding her head. Nowaki hooked Hiroki by the waist and pulled him to Aikawa.
"Thank you so much, Aikawa-san! If there's anything we can do for you, just name it!" Nowaki exclaimed, reaching out to vehemently shake Aikawa's hand. Hiroki gratefully tipped his head forward in a shy thank-you, to which Aikawa replied with a fond pat to the blushing man's shoulder. She then paused, zoning out for a moment, deep in thought.
"Actually… I just thought of something," Aikawa said, her shimmering smile suddenly turning slightly maniacal. Nowaki and Hiroki glanced nervously at each other.
"Yes?" Nowaki asked warily.
"In repayment for as many maternity outfits as you could ever dream of, I have but one request," Aikawa began, tapping her lips. "All I want is for you two to kiss. Right here, right now. Tongue and groping is required, moaning and lips smacking preferred."
Hiroki's body couldn't decide between blushing and going completely pale. Nowaki, on the other hand, simply raised his eyebrows.
"Hm," Nowaki hummed, narrowing his eyes slightly as he thought. Hiroki turned to him in horror.
"You're actually considering this?" Hiroki asked incredulously. Nowaki looked down at him, furrowing his eyebrows.
"You're not? Look at all of these maternity clothes, Hiro-san! Would you rather look like a woman?"
Hiroki looked down, pursing his lips as he huffed.
"Come on, Hiro-san. It's just a kiss."
"With tongue!"
"Don't you think that's a small trade for access to all of this?"
"Groping, Nowaki! I'm not doing that in front of Aika-"
"Hiro-san."
Hiroki gasped as Nowaki whirled him around to face him. He raised his little lover's wrist into the air and backed Hiroki against a nearby panel that was supporting the walls of the closet. He lowered his face, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Just one little kiss, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured lowly, bending slightly and looming over Hiroki. Hiroki flushed scarlet, unable to break his eyes from Nowaki's alluring stare.
"But-"
"You look stunning in these clothes."
"Shu-"
"It makes me want to lose control…"
"I-"
"…and maybe do something I'll regret…"
"Nowa-"
"Just a kiss."
Hiroki's eyelids lowered as Nowaki's overwhelming, musky scent overthrew his dignity.
"…maybe just one," he breathed. He shut his eyes as Nowaki's lips pressed to his. Nowaki moved softly against his little lover, drawing tiny sighs. Hiroki reached up to coil his arms around Nowaki's neck, pressing into his lover as much as his obstructing belly would allow. Allowing himself to pretend Aikawa wasn't there, Hiroki shut out everything except for the sensations of Nowaki's presence on his body.
Burning hands ran down the sides of Hiroki's curved frame, gentle thumbs rolling over the silk-sheathed baby bump. Hiroki squirmed, resisting the urge to throw his head back as the sinful fingertips reached down to grip his supple thighs and bottom.
"Nn," Hiroki moaned in a suppressed voice, finding himself quickly losing control of his voice. A tongue prodded at his lips and slipped into his mouth with hardly any resistance. It flicked over Hiroki's teeth and the roof of his mouth before resting on its smaller partner. The joined tongues rolled about, melting together in their mixed tastes. The kiss broke for a moment, but their mouths were still connected as their tongues made love without the concealment of their lips. Hiroki inadvertently whined and pressed his head forward, searching for the familiar warm lips. They connected again and the kiss continued, heads twisting and hands traveling, bodies writhing and heat rising.
The kiss quickly escalated, and pops and smacks filled Hiroki's ears as the joined mouths moved faster and faster. Hiroki panted, quickly finding his grip on the final shred of his dignity slipping from his fingers.
"Nn… mmm," Hiroki moaned heatedly, his body quivering and his hands desperately clawing at the shirt of his attacker. "Ahn…mm, mm, mm… ah, nnn!"
The grasp on his bottom and thighs lifted, only for one arm to wrap around Hiroki's waist and the other hand to curl around and cup his rapidly growing erection. Hiroki cried out around the tongue occupying his mouth, jerking into the naughty hand that prodded at his tenting pants.
And then, seemingly as soon as it started, the kiss ended somewhat messily, with a dripping trail of saliva breaking between their parted lips. Hiroki whimpered in protest as his eyes slowly opened to reveal Nowaki, who smiled adoringly down at him. His smile appeared slightly strained, though. Hiroki looked down and sure enough, Nowaki's black jeans were a little bulged out in the front. Luckily for him, the jeans were rather snug around his hips and concealed his hard-on well. Hiroki, on the other hand, shifted uncomfortably in his pants as his erection proudly paraded itself for everyone to see.
Aikawa didn't notice, however, as she wavered on her feet, a huge handful of bloody tissues practically crammed all the way up her nose.
"Th-That was a-adequate," Aikawa stammered, stumbling past Nowaki and Hiroki towards the exit of the closet. "Ch-Choose anything y-y-you'd like. You d-d-d-deserve it."