"Hiro-san? Hiro-san, are you alright?" Nowaki asked frantically, pulling his fingers out of Hiroki to desperately run his hands over him in search for error. Meanwhile, Hiroki squeezed his eyes shut and clutched his belly, his breathing shaky as he recovered from the random sharp pain he had felt.
"No…" Hiroki hissed through clenched teeth.
"Just breathe, Hiro-san. Oh, God, you might be going into labor! Stay right here, I'm going to call an ambu-" Nowaki began, his voice loud with terror. Hiroki, however, froze and stared down at his stomach.
"Nowaki… oh my God, look," Hiroki whispered. Nowaki, halfway to the door of the bedroom, turned around.
The skin of Hiroki's belly was moving, the taught flesh rolling and writhing. Nowaki stumbled back to Hiroki and laid his hands on the peak of the baby bump. The skin pressed up against Nowaki's left hand, trailing up and around his fingertips.
"The baby's… kicking," Nowaki whispered slowly as his entire body shook. Hiroki's face contorted and he burst into tears, laying his quivering hands over Nowaki's. Nowaki's eyes were wide and glimmering with wonder as he lowered his head to brush his nose against Hiroki's baby bump. "Hi, baby. Did you come out to say hello?"
Hiroki watched tearfully as Nowaki laid his ear down on the swollen belly.
"Did you want to say hi to papa and daddy?"
The baby fluttered again, kicking hard against Nowaki's temple. Nowaki jerked away in surprise before bursting into laughter.
"The baby thinks you're an idiot," Hiroki said wryly, sniffling slightly as his chin trembled. He raised his head to look at Nowaki, who looked up at the same time. The smile on his face slowly faded as his eyes creased. Nowaki squeezed his eyes shut and bared his teeth, lowering his head. He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, and several warm tear drops landed on the rise of Hiroki's flesh, rolling down the sides.
"…Hiro-san…" he choked almost inaudibly.
"Hey… stop crying. Don't cry, Nowaki," Hiroki said, tears cascading down the sides of his own face. He reached down to stroke Nowaki's hair back. "Shh."
"Hiro-san… it's so beautiful," Nowaki wept, frantically rubbing his face against Hiroki's baby bump.
"It is," Hiroki agreed. Nowaki looked up and Hiroki moved his hands from his hair to his face to wipe away Nowaki's tears. "It truly is beautiful."
Nowaki smiled waveringly, crawling up Hiroki to kiss him.
"I can't believe it… I must be dreaming. We're really going to have a baby, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured, trailing his kisses down to Hiroki's jaw.
"You're so stupid, it's taken you eight months to figure that out? What did you think was in my stomach, a basketball?" Hiroki snickered, nuzzling his nose into his lover's hair. Nowaki chortled, nibbling on Hiroki's neck and tickling his sides. Hiroki squirmed, giggling and half-heartedly trying to slap Nowaki's hands away.
"I'm just… I'm so excited to see our baby," Nowaki cooed as he looked up from Hiroki's neck and smiled happily. "And seeing your tummy moving is reminding me that there's only one more month to go."
Hiroki sighed in content, shutting his eyes and letting his hands slide from his belly onto the bed.
"Do… Do you want to continue?" Nowaki murmured after a pause, gliding his hands over the baby bump.
"Hm? Why are you asking for my permission? I'm already naked, dummy," Hiroki teased lovingly, cracking his eyes open. Nowaki's hands paused on Hiroki's swollen belly, softly drumming his fingertips over the taught skin.
"I… will it hurt the baby? I don't want to um… break anything," Nowaki said quietly, almost sheepishly as he looked down. Hiroki blinked up at him.
"What? You're a doctor, shouldn't you know these things?"
"Yeah… I know sex doesn't hurt babies."
"Then what's wrong?"
Nowaki glanced up at Hiroki, gently taking his hand and lowering his head to press his lips to his lithe knuckles.
"Because it's our baby."
Hiroki's lips parted as Nowaki averted his eyes and pursed his lips. Very slowly, Hiroki reached up to cup Nowaki's neck.
"Nowaki," he whispered, bringing Nowaki down to briefly brush their lips together. He then kissed the side of his mouth. "It's okay. You won't break me. Show the baby how much its daddy loves its papa."
A small smile graced Nowaki's face, and the doubt lifted from his eyes.
"Hiro-san, I love you."
Hiroki hummed contentedly in response, coiling his arms around Nowaki's neck and pressing a kiss to his ear. Nowaki nipped at Hiroki's earlobe before pulling away to rid himself of his clothing. He crawled up onto the bed between Hiroki's legs, leaning forward over his little lover. He braced himself with muscled arms on either side of Hiroki's shoulders. Stooping his head, Nowaki flicked his tongue over Hiroki's nipple.
"Uhn," Hiroki sighed, letting his hands fall to the sheets. Nowaki's gentle hands traveled down Hiroki's body, caressing and lightly tickling. He reached down in between Hiroki's legs, making him jolt and clench his legs on Nowaki's waist. "Ah… ahh…"
Nowaki kissed Hiroki's nipple before clamping his lips around the rosy bud and tenderly suckling it.
"Mmm… oh… ah-ahn…"
Nowaki's finger prodded Hiroki's entrance, the puckered hole still slick with honey. The digit easily slid inside, and Nowaki released Hiroki's reddened nipple.
"You're already so ready for me… it's so soft," Nowaki murmured, raising his head to lovingly nip at Hiroki's collarbone. He pushed another finger inside, making Hiroki half-sigh, half-moan in a high pitched voice.
"Hurry," Hiroki breathed, reaching up and draping his arms over Nowaki's shoulders. Nowaki lowered his head to kiss Hiroki deeply, his tongue flitting over Hiroki's. Hiroki moaned into Nowaki's mouth as a third finger made its way into his warmth. He spread his legs, whimpering, and Nowaki pulled away.
"Hiro-san, I'll do the work. Just relax your body," Nowaki whispered, reaching down to caress Hiroki's thigh and ease his legs apart more. He slid off of the bed with Hiroki in tow, positioning him on the edge of the mattress. He gave Hiroki's prostate one last curl before slowly pulling out his fingers.
"Nnn," Hiroki hummed as the head of Nowaki's dripping erection lined up with his entrance and pushed at the hole.
"Tell me if there's any pain, Hiro-san," Nowaki gently instructed. Hiroki gasped and shuddered as Nowaki slowly slid into him.
"Hee," Hiroki squeaked, and Nowaki stopped pushing.
"Are you okay?
Hiroki nodded, pinching his lips together and squeezing his eyes shut.
"Y-Yes… keep going. More."
Nowaki grunted, and Hiroki felt his erection twitch inside of him.
"Hiro-san, sorry," Nowaki hissed. "I can't wait."
With one quick thrust, Nowaki pushed the rest of himself inside of Hiroki's warmth.
"Ah!" Hiroki cried out, panting slightly and trying to buck his hips. "Uhn! Mm!"
Nowaki grabbed his legs and scooped his arms under the knees, allowing his little lover's tired legs to drape over his elbows.
"Hiro-san… you're so beautiful and perfect," Nowaki breathed, beginning to slowly rock his hips. Hiroki furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure, nibbling on the side of his index finger and fisting the sheets with his other hand.
"Nnn… N-Nowaki… ahh, oh… uhn…"
Nowaki lowered his head and gritted his teeth.
"I'm not… I can't hold it, Hiro-san," Nowaki warned. Hiroki squinted up at him and nodded dazedly.
"M-Me neither… I'm close."
"Hiro-sa-" Nowaki cut out into a grunt, and his hold tightened on Hiroki's legs. He moved his hips a little more fervently, and Hiroki writhed on the bed as he quickly began to come undone.
"Nowaki!" Hiroki cried, his back arching as spasms were sent down his body. He came, hot ribbons of seed decorating the underside of his belly and Nowaki's powerful abdomen. Nowaki shuddered and barked out Hiroki's name before pulsing up inside of him, his member twitching and jolting.
"Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered when he came back down from his orgasm. He leaned forward to lay over Hiroki as best as he could, kissing him. "I love you so much."
The baby nudged him, making him gasp and Hiroki smile.
"Me and the baby love you, too."