Hiroki jumped, his eyes snapping open as the baby kicked him in the ribs again. Tiredly blinking in the dim light, he smacked his lips as he raised his head and looked over at the digital alarm clock.
8:43AM.
Hiroki sighed and let his head flop back to the pillow. He felt the baby shift again, pressing up against Nowaki's arm draped over Hiroki's waist. Hiroki put a hand over Nowaki's on his belly and rubbed soothing circles over the place where the baby had kicked.
"Shh, baby," Hiroki soothed in a quiet whisper. "Papa and daddy are right here."
"Nnn… you awake, Hiro-san?" Nowaki slurred from behind, pressing sleepy kisses to the back of Hiroki's neck.
"Yeah," Hiroki replied, his voice muffled by his pillow.
"Want somethin' to eat?"
"No… the baby's just moving around."
Nowaki hummed a chuckle and nuzzled into the nape of Hiroki's neck. Hiroki shifted slightly to get settled again, but whimpered in discomfort as the sheets clung to his body and didn't allow him to move.
"Did the baby move again?"
"No, I'm sticking to the sheets," Hiroki whined, trying and failing to lift his body to peel off the sheets.
"Okay," Nowaki said. With a grunt, he sat up and slid out of bed, yawning. Hiroki squeaked slightly as a pair of strong arms scooped under his bare body and peeled him off of the bed.
"Nowaki?" Hiroki asked as Nowaki tiredly shuffled out of the bedroom and to the bathroom with Hiroki in his arms.
"Let's take a shower and get you cleaned up."
Hiroki blushed and sheepishly wrung his hands. Nowaki turned the bathroom light on 'low' and gently set Hiroki down on his feet.
"You don't have to. I mean-" Hiroki began. Nowaki put a silencing arm around his waist, leading him towards the shower. He turned on the water and checked the temperature.
"No, it's fine, Hiro-san. It's almost nine, anyway. We're going to window shop today, right? I don't want to rush you through breakfast."
"Oh… thanks," Hiroki mumbled shyly, blushing happily. Nowaki took his hand and helped him into the shower. He stepped in behind his little lover and embraced him from the side, dotting kisses onto his cheek. Hiroki wavered sleepily, leaning against the strong chest of his holder.
"Where are you sticky?" Nowaki asked. Hiroki squeak-yawned, tiredly pointing to several places on his body.
"My tummy… my legs, and… my butt," Hiroki murmured, rubbing his eyes. Nowaki chortled.
"You're so adorable when you're sleepy, love," Nowaki cooed. Hiroki mumbled incoherently in protest, scowling half-heartedly. Nowaki pulled away for a moment, earning another whine. He returned to Hiroki a second later, though, lathering sweet-smelling body wash onto a loofah. He held Hiroki by the waist and began to delicately scrub his little body.
"It smells good," Hiroki slurred, fighting to keep his eyes open. He blinked blankly down at his body, reaching up to touch the soft bubbles sitting on his chest.
"It's got rose fragrance in it. Because you're so pretty," Nowaki said sweetly.
"I'm a maaan," Hiroki moaned, pouting as he wavered.
"So cute," Nowaki murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to Hiroki's forehead. "It's taking you a long time to wake up, Hiro-san. Did the baby keep you up late?"
"Yeah, the baby kept kicking me. Hard, too! It's definitely a strong little brat," Hiroki complained, patting his belly. Nowaki chuckled.
"I'm sorry, Hiro-san. I'll make you feel better," Nowaki said softly, briefly kissing Hiroki and continuing his scrubbing.
Silence fell over them as Nowaki cleansed Hiroki, paying special attention to his abdomen and thighs where most of the dried, sticky honey was located. Hiroki shut his eyes and lolled his head, letting out small, pleasured sighs.
"Does it feel good, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked softly, his warm breath tickling Hiroki's ear.
"…Yeah," Hiroki breathed.
"I'm going to wash your back, so please turn around… be careful, don't slip. There we go, that's it."
Hiroki stumbled slightly without Nowaki's chest to lean on.
"Hiro-san, lean against the wall," Nowaki gently instructed, herding Hiroki to the wall of the shower and pressing him against it. Hiroki pressed his forehead to the smooth, white wall, bracing himself with trembling hands. Nowaki scrubbed the rise of his back, then traveled down to the dip of his waist. Hiroki, by reflex, feebly wriggled his hips against Nowaki's touch. Nowaki glided to the small of his back, rubbing in slow circles. His hand and the loofah dipped down to knead at his bottom.
"Ah," Hiroki moaned very quietly, pinching his lips together and tipping his head back. Nowaki chuckled.
"Are you in the mood already? I've barely started washing you back here," Nowaki said lowly, his middle and ring finger dipping into Hiroki's bottom and brushing his entrance as his pinky and index finger lightly scratched the peaks of the firm globes.
"Ah!" Hiroki yelped, pushing his hips back.
"We need to get all of the honey out," Nowaki whispered. "Bend down a little more and spread your legs."
Hiroki shuddered at the mischievous tone in Nowaki's voice, obediently shuffling back from the wall a bit and spreading his legs.
"Mmm… just like that, Hiro-san," Nowaki purred lowly. "What a beautiful view."
Nowaki groped at Hiroki's supple, round bottom, spreading it apart and allowing shower water and soap suds to drip over his entrance. Hiroki moaned and writhed slightly, raising his bottom in a silent plea for more. Nowaki rubbed the loofah gently across Hiroki's entrance, swirling the soft, mesh scrubby around the puckered hole and lathering it with soap.
"Ahh! Uhn! Mm, mm, mm! Oh God, Nowa- ahn!" Hiroki moaned, throwing his head back and clawing at the shower wall. "St-Stop!"
"What, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked innocently. "I'm just cleaning you. What's wrong?"
Hiroki gritted his teeth, scowling at the wall.
"You know exactly what," Hiroki snapped, bucking his hips back. Nowaki hummed, a smirk in his voice. Hiroki yelped as Nowaki dipped the loofah lower and brushed it over his dripping, throbbing erection.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."
"N-Nowaki! Please!" Hiroki cried. Nowaki chuckled.
"Hiro-san, I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're referring to. This seems to be the only place that needs to be cleaned… oh, wait, unless you need to be cleaned inside," Nowaki breathed huskily, leaning over Hiroki to flick his tongue over the shell of his ear. Hiroki stretched his lips open, squeak-moaning at the sound of Nowaki's low voice.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki trailed off, cutting off into a groan and pressing his forehead harder against the wall of the shower.
"Do you need to be cleaned inside?" Nowaki breathed, lightly smacking the left globe of Hiroki's bottom.
"Ah! Ah, mmm… Nowaki… please," Hiroki begged, hot pre-cum burning at his slit.
"Please what?"
"Nowaki!"
"Mm, Hiro-san. Your tight little hole is begging for me so much," Nowaki purred. "Are you sure there's nothing else that needs to be cleaned?"
"Nowaki!"
"Is there something else that needs to be cleaned?"
Hiroki clenched his jaw.
"Inside… I need to be cleaned inside," Hiroki muttered. He yelped, though, as Nowaki slapped his bottom a little harder than before. His wet smack echoed throughout the bathroom, and although Hiroki growled in protest, his member twitched in approval.
"I can't hear you, Hiro-san. Don't mumble."
Hiroki paused, but jerked and gritted his teeth as another smack resounded in the bathroom.
"Nowaki… please… I'm so dirty inside… please wash it," Hiroki said waveringly, swaying his hips. Nowaki's merciless scrubbing slowed to a stop, and the loofah was pulled away.
"Of course, beautiful," Nowaki whispered soothingly. Hiroki whined in need as he heard Nowaki drop to his knees behind him. He felt warm fingers prod at his entrance, massaging the puckered hole. The slippery soap suds provided the perfect lubrication, and two of Nowaki's fingers slipped in with hardly any resistance.
"Ahhn… oh… mmm," Hiroki whimpered, tipping his head back as Nowaki's fingers curled against his prostate with expert accuracy. He moaned and wriggled against the shower wall, his member unbearably hot with desire.
His eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, suddenly snapped open as a strange sensation filled his bottom. He gasped, shuddering.
"Oh God, Nowaki, I think I'm- uhhhgh!" Hiroki groaned as Nowaki pulled out his fingers and a torrent of his excess seed from the night before spilled down his legs. Nowaki's hands parted Hiroki's bottom to allow all of the liquid dribble out and drip to the shower floor below.
"Oh, Hiro-san," Nowaki hissed. "You are the sexiest little thing on this entire planet."
Hiroki moaned in response. Nowaki stood from his kneeling position on the floor to reach over Hiroki and grab the shower head. Before Hiroki could ask what he was doing, he was back on his knees and spreading his little lover's cheeks with his index and middle finger. Hiroki cried out as water jetted up onto him, rinsing away the excess seed and soap suds. Then, he carelessly tossed the showerhead aside and buried his face in Hiroki's bottom. He thrust his tongue into Hiroki's entrance, almost frantically licking and sucking at the puckered hole.
"Oh my G- AH! Nowaki! Nowaki, uhn! Ah, ah, mmn, oh fu-" Hiroki moaned loudly, starbursts of white exploding behind his eyelids. Nowaki pulled away for a moment with a loud pop.
"Say my name, Hiro-san. Say my name just like that," he growled. Hiroki looked down in between his spread legs at Nowaki's hand, which was furiously pumping his enormous erection. Before he could say anything, Nowaki's tongue was back at his entrance and fervently licking once more.
"Nowaki! Mm, Nowaki! Nowaki! S-So… so good, ahn! Nowaki!"
Nowaki groaned into Hiroki's hole, and that was the final straw. Hiroki arched his back and came hard, milky white strings of his heat spilling onto the floor of the shower to be washed away. Nowaki jerked away from Hiroki's entrance as he too came, groaning long and hard. Hiroki panted against the wall, letting his hands flop down to his sides. He heard Nowaki shakily get to his feet behind him. Warm hands grasped the sides of his belly from behind and brought him into a strong chest.
"Did that feel good, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked between little pants.
"Yeah…" Hiroki breathed. "It felt amazing."
They basked in the afterglow of their orgasms, waiting for their pounding hearts to settle. Just when they thought they would never come back down, the baby fluttered, making Hiroki gasp. Nowaki pulled away from Hiroki, laughing.
"I think we need to stop forgetting where we are when we touch each other," Nowaki chuckled. Hiroki blinked and looked around, realizing they were still in the shower, under lukewarm water.
"…Oh yeah."