"…That's good to hear. Is it nice and open? …Oh wow, that sounds nice… Yeah, I bet, I- what? ...Really? That's great!"
Hiroki puffed up his cheeks as he waddled into the kitchen, glancing at Nowaki, who held the phone up to his ear with his shoulder as he washed the dishes. He looked over his shoulder at Hiroki and gave him a smile and a wink before turning back to his chore. Hiroki hummed and went to the refrigerator, turning his large, ready-to-burst belly out of the way of the stainless steel door. He scanned the refrigerator for something to eat, his eyes resting on a chocolate pudding cup near the bottom.
Licking his top lip, he tried to bend down and reach it, but his back creaked in protest. He tried to spread his legs more to reach over his belly and get the pudding cup, but it was to no avail. Hiroki whimpered loud enough for his lover to hear, peeking around the refrigerator door and pouting in Nowaki's direction.
"Hm…? Oh yes, we got them. Your place looks really nice in the pictures, I liked the colors of the walls," Nowaki said as he turned from his place at the sink and wiped his hands. He went to Hiroki and reached down to grab the pudding cup for him. Hiroki quietly chirped his thanks, gratefully taking the pudding cup and getting a spoon before going to the kitchen table. Nowaki shut the refrigerator door and went to the sink to spray out the excess soap suds that had built up in it. He laughed suddenly, tipping his head back slightly.
"Ha! I totally couldn't tell! Everything looked so clean in the pictures! …Yeah, well you can't blame him for not being able to unpack. Hiro-san has a lot of trouble maneuvering over here, so I bet it's almost impossible for Shinobu-kun to move around!"
"Nnn!" Hiroki whined around the spoon in his mouth, scowling. Nowaki looked over his shoulder, still smiling.
"…Hehe, yeah, that was him. He's sulking because I'm talking about him. Wanna talk to him?"
"Noo, I don't want to talk to that dirty pervert," Hiroki protested as Nowaki came to him with the phone outstretched in his hand.
"Come on, Hiro-san. It's been a while."
"I talked to him last week! Besides, the long-distance charge is probably-"
"Shinobu-kun's parents bought them unlimited, remember?"
Hiroki grumbled as he begrudgingly took the phone and pressed it to his ear.
"What do you want, old man?"
"Kami-chaaaaaaan!"
"I told you to stop calling me that! I want to talk to Shinobu, not you. What time is it over there? Is Shinobu sleeping?"
"Nah, it's uh… noon over here. Shinobu-chin's taking a bath."
"You better not try anything, let him have his peace," Hiroki snapped. Nowaki, who had perched on the table, chuckled softly to himself.
"Yeah yeah, I know."
Miyagi sighed on the other line. Hiroki looked down at his pudding, absentmindedly scooping up spoonfuls and then watching them plop back into the cup.
"Is he recovering well?" Hiroki asked quietly before putting a spoonful of pudding in his mouth.
"Yeah. He was really upset about losing the ultrasound pictures and his personal, family-related items. He's a lot better now, though. All of the pain kind of lifted after we built the nursery."
Hiroki grinned slightly, grabbing another scoop of pudding and hovering it in front of his lips.
"Mm. That's good. Whenever I talk to him on the phone, he never really tells me what he's thinking or feeling, you know? He kind of just starts complaining about you and telling me the latest stupid thing you've done. I don't really mind, though. I like giving him punishment ideas."
"Hey, cut that out! But yeah, I know what you're saying. Shinobu's getting better at being more open with me, but he's still a little reserved. He does stupid things like strain himself and not ask me to help him with something if he needs it, then when he ends up hurting himself, he tells me he's fine. But every time he starts to cry."
"You comfort him, right?"
"Oh, of course. Mmm… don't tell Shinobu-chin, but I'm trying to become someone he can completely depend on. I want to spoil him so much that he can't live without me."
Hiroki smiled gently at the sudden passionate tone of Miyagi's voice.
"Don't be an idiot. You've already taken him to Sweden, he wouldn't last a day without knowing their language. Don't worry about changing, you'll be the perfect husband someday."
Out of the corner of his eye, Hiroki saw Nowaki shift. His ebony brows were furrowed, and he was staring hard at the floor. Hiroki tilted his head in confusion.
"Thanks, Kamijou. Well, Shinobu's getting out of the bath, and I'm going to go help him dry off. The damn brat never dries under his baby bump and then he complains about his pants being wet later on. I'll call you guys next week."
"Alright, Miyagi. Bye," Hiroki said, smirking slightly at the thought of Miyagi drying off Shinobu. He hung up and set the phone down on the table before propping up his elbows and watching Nowaki. "Nowaki? Is something wrong?"
"Hm?" Nowaki hummed, straightening from his hunched position and turning to Hiroki. His eyes were slightly darkened in thought. "Nope, I'm fine."
"Nowaki."
"Yeah?"
"You know what happens when we don't communicate," Hiroki murmured, standing from his chair and moving to Nowaki. He danced his fingers up his lover's strong chest and wrapped his arms around his neck. "Tell me."
Hiroki shut his eyes and tilted his head up so he could press gentle lips to the side of Nowaki's mouth. Nowaki's hands automatically went to Hiroki's hips, and he slid off of the table to stand before his little lover.
"Hiro-san…" Nowaki murmured, peppering kisses over the side of Hiroki's face. "Don't worry, I wasn't thinking about anything bad."
Hiroki pulled away momentarily, smiling slightly as he blushed.
"Is it… my birthday present?" Hiroki asked alluringly, sliding one of his hands up Nowaki's neck and combing his fingers through his coal black hair. He nibbled his bottom lip and looked up at his lover through thick lashes. Nowaki chuckled.
"I told you to stop doing that, love. When you make that cute face, it makes me want to spoil the surprise," Nowaki said gently, shutting his eyes and pressing a chaste kiss to Hiroki's forehead. Hiroki flushed scarlet and unwrapped his arms from Nowaki to clench his fists at his sides.
"Just tell me, you brat! My birthday was like… a week ago! I can't wait anymore!"
His birthday had been on the sixth of November, coincidentally the first day of snowfall in Japan. Hiroki had expected nothing more from his gift that he received from Nowaki: a full day in bed complete with delicious, hot food brought to him on platters and Nowaki's complete attention and love. But then, over his birthday dinner, Nowaki had announced that a big gift was awaiting Hiroki as soon as it was completed. Hiroki, of course, had pissed and moaned over the whole thing, but after a lot of complaining, he had waited patiently like a good little lover. But his ninth month of pregnancy was quickly approaching, and the excitement of seeing what gift Nowaki had planned for him wasn't helping the anxiety Hiroki was feeling about being so close to his due date.
"No, Hiro-san. Be good and wait just a while longer," Nowaki whispered. He cupped Hiroki's face in his hands and rained kisses down his cheeks.
"Nowaki," Hiroki breathed, wriggling slightly as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "C-Can… can we…"
"Can we what?" Nowaki murmured against Hiroki's flesh, tilting his head to the side so he had access to his little lover's creamy white neck. Hiroki shuddered, his breaths coming out in shaky gasps.
"N-Nowaki… I want…"
"Do you want me to make love to you, Hiro-san?"
Hiroki pinched his lips together and blushed furiously, squeezing his eyes shut.
"…C-Can we d-d-d-do the honey… thing… a-again? Like we d-did on my b-birthday?" Hiroki asked very quietly, squirming. Hiroki had been severely craving honey recently, and as part of Nowaki's in-bed birthday plan, he had drizzled honey all over himself and let Hiroki lick it off, much to his delight.
"Mmm… I don't think so, Hiro-san," Nowaki said lowly. Hiroki's eyes snapped open, about to complain. Nowaki, however, went to the cupboard and retrieved a bear-shaped squeeze bottle full of honey. "It's not your birthday this time, so you don't get to lick the honey off of me."
"But I love hone-!" Hiroki began loudly. Nowaki came to him, popping the cap of the honey bottle. He tipped it forward, dripping a tiny amount onto Hiroki's cheek. He lowered his head to flick his tongue across the sticky liquid, making Hiroki shiver.
"It's my turn to taste lover-flavored honey," Nowaki whispered, his hot breath tickling Hiroki's cheeks. Hiroki wavered as Nowaki took his hand and slowly pulled him to the bedroom. He led Hiroki to the bed, where he gently sat him down and helped him out of his clothes.
"Uhn," Hiroki sighed quietly, crossing his arms defensively over his chest as Nowaki eased him down onto the sheets. He stood in between Hiroki's legs at the bedside, his eyes glimmering as they raked down his little lover's body.
"Your naked body is truly beautiful, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured, sliding his hands up Hiroki's pale legs. He took up one of Hiroki's ankles and raised it. Hiroki blushed and wrung his hands, watching Nowaki slowly raise the bottle of honey. He drizzled a zigzagging line up Hiroki's calf, making him tremble.
"Mmn," Hiroki whimpered, shutting his eyes before he could see the look on Nowaki's face when he lowered his head to lap up the trail of honey. His member quickly began to rapidly harden, standing at attention before the man who had made it awaken.
"Delicious," Nowaki breathed, taking Hiroki by the knees and spreading his legs. Hiroki's blush spread to his chest, and he jolted as he felt more honey drip onto his inner thigh. It started to slide down his flesh to the sheets below, but before it could, Nowaki's tongue was there, drinking up the sweet liquid.
"Ah… ahn," Hiroki moaned, furrowing his eyebrows and squeezing his eyes shut harder. His hands that had been clasped on his chest fell onto the sheets on either side of his head, his fists clenched. His eyes snapped open and his back arched off of the bed as a fat drop of honey landed straight onto the head of his erection, mixing with the pre-cum that was already pooling at the tiny dip of the slit. "Ah, ah! Ahh!"
"Mmm… I wish I had known that your body would react this strongly to honey on your birthday. I think you enjoy this even more than licking the honey off of me," Nowaki said with a low chuckle.
"I-Idiot… as if I'd- ahn! Ohh… mm," Hiroki cut off into moans as he felt Nowaki's thumb and middle fingertip grasp his erection and hold it in place as he rubbed Hiroki's slit with his index finger. Hiroki looked down frantically, trying to see what Nowaki was doing. His baby bump obstructed his view, however, and he whimpered. Nowaki looked up and grinned.
"Don't worry, Hiro-san. I just want to see what honey tastes like mixed with all of this wetness here."
Hiroki nearly blushed purple, tempted to kick Nowaki in the groin, him being in the perfect position to do so. However, his temptation instantly faded as Nowaki knelt before Hiroki and flicked his tongue across the honey and pre-cum soaked slit of his erection. Hiroki fisted the sheets and his hips bucked feebly, hardly moving due to the weight of his baby bump. He felt a gentle hand caress the small dip between his hip bone and his thigh.
"I'll take care of everything, Hiro-san. You don't have to move your hips," Nowaki said. Hiroki tried to scowl down at him, but his baby bump once more obstructed his vision. Nowaki's hair was just visible over the crest of Hiroki's swollen stomach.
"I'm not doing it on pur- uhn! Ahh…mm, oh…" Hiroki cried, his thighs trembling as more honey was poured onto his manhood. He panted desperately, the sensations of the seemingly scalding hot honey dribbling down his shaft almost unbearable.
"Hiro-san, you're so wet," Nowaki commented with a chortle. He pressed a kiss to Hiroki's shaft, spreading the honey and heating it even more.
"Nowaki… p-p-please… I-I'm on fire… I'm h-hot…" Hiroki whispered breathlessly, arching his back and throwing his head back against the sheets.
"Yes, you are very sexy, Hiro-san," Nowaki teased.
"Nowaki!"
Nowaki chuckled, but before Hiroki could yell at him, his member was engulfed to the hilt. Hiroki screamed, clawing at the sheets. Nowaki's tongue worked quickly, sliding around and around Hiroki's erection and lapping up all of the honey and pre-cum.
"Ah! Ah, oh my G- AHN! Uhhn… mm, mm, oh! Oh! Ohhh!"
Hiroki trembled violently, his body jolting. Nowaki released him for a moment, pumping Hiroki with a talented hand.
"Hiro-san… can I use the honey as lube?"
Hiroki flushed scarlet.
"L-Lube? But -ah!- it's sticky!"
"We can rinse it out later. Please, Hiro-san? You just taste so good with honey all over you."
Hiroki pinched his lips together and hesitantly brought his knees up as far as he could, hooking his hands underneath them to hold them in place.
"J-Just… do what you w-want," Hiroki mumbled quietly, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Don't be afraid, I promise you'll love it," Nowaki murmured. Hiroki cried out as Nowaki once again took him into his mouth. A moment later, a finger soaked with honey prodded at his entrance.
"Uhn! Ah… ah, ah, ah, AHHH!" Hiroki screamed, his body curling inwards as Nowaki entered him. The second his finger brushed his prostate, he whipped his head back, uncurling his body and thrashing against the bed. He came abruptly inside of Nowaki's mouth, and Nowaki sped up his sucking to prolong his little lover's powerful orgasm.
After what seemed like an hour, Hiroki caved onto the bed, panting breathlessly and blinking away the pleasure-induced tears in his eyes. Nowaki released him with a pop, but continued to gently curl his finger against Hiroki's prostate to maintain the simmering heat.
"Your cum tasted like honey," Nowaki cooed.
"Shut… up…" Hiroki breathed half-heartedly, his chest still heaving.
"Do you want a few minutes to recover, or can I add another finger?"
Hiroki squinted up at the ceiling, tightening his hold on his knees.
"…Another finger…" he whispered softly.
"Alright, Hiro-san," Nowaki said gently, pressing a kiss to Hiroki's abdomen before prodding at his entrance with a second finger. Hiroki sighed and writhed slightly. However, a strange, fluttering sensation suddenly filled his belly. His eyes shot open mere seconds before:
"HOLY FUCK, OW!"