Hiroki's eyebrows furrowed in his sleep as he shifted slightly.

"Ah… oh…"

Peeling his eyes open, Hiroki smacked his lips and rolled onto his back.

"Nowaki, what's that noi-" Hiroki began groggily. His words caught in his throat, however, as he caught sight of Nowaki gripping the pillow beneath his head with one hand and stroking his erection with the other, his perspiring form illuminated by the moonlight leaking in through the windows. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he appeared to be deep in his fantasies. His pants had been pulled down slightly, but not enough to unveil all of Nowaki's member. Nowaki looked like he was having some trouble, pausing his ministrations every few seconds to struggle to push down the front of his pants.

"Uhn," he grunted, trying to arch his back and pull down his pants but then hissing in pain as his bad leg trembled and gave out underneath him.

"Nowaki," Hiroki said quietly, reaching out to touch his fiancé. Nowaki jerked and his eyes snapped open. He cursed under his breath and hiked up the front his pants, the tip of his member still peeking out.

"Sorry, Hiro-san," he said sheepishly, blushing. Hiroki sighed exasperatedly, rolling onto his opposite side and propping his head up with his elbow.

"Really? At a friend's house?" he asked. Nowaki blushed a little harder, scratching his head.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Nowaki said, averting his gaze. Hiroki chortled lightly and reached out to dance his fingers across his fiancé's clothed chest.

"Have you been a little pent up?" he asked. Nowaki nodded.

"Just a little. I mean… I've been perfectly content with spending time with my beautiful, perfect, amazing fiancé, but…" Nowaki trailed off, pursing his lips and looking up at Hiroki with puppy dog eyes. Hiroki pursed his lips back at him, a wry look on his face.

"You want me to jerk you off, don't you?" he asked flatly.

"Yes please!" Nowaki said, a wide grin on his face. Hiroki rolled his eyes and slid out of bed.

"Fine," he said, trying and failing to sound irritable as he moved around to the foot of the bed. Nowaki watched him as he grabbed the hem of his pants and tugged them down. Nowaki wasn't able to lift his hips, but after a bit of yanking, Hiroki managed to get them off. He then went around to the bedside to ease Nowaki's boxers down, releasing his nearly purple, throbbing erection.

"Oh, God," Nowaki groaned, tipping his head back against the pillow. Pre-cum oozed out of the tip and dribbled down his pale shaft.

"How long have you been trying to masturbate?" Hiroki asked incredulously. Nowaki whimpered slightly, feebly rotating his hips.

"A long time. I lost track after two hours."

"You poor thing," Hiroki said softly. He pulled up Nowaki's shirt, then bent over him to press a kiss to the thin trail of black hair just below his belly button. Nowaki hissed and jerked, muffling a moan by biting his bottom lip. Hiroki eased Nowaki's shirt up farther and farther, trailing kisses over the slightly sweaty skin.

"Hiro-san, I don't want- ah! I'm turned on enough, no more fo- ugh! No more foreplay, please!" Nowaki begged breathlessly. Hiroki smiled into his chest as he pulled Nowaki's shirt up and over his head. He left it on his arms, binding them above his head.

"Does that hurt your arms?" Hiroki asked gently. Nowaki paused for a moment, then shook his head dazedly. He weakly bucked his hips.

"No. Something else hurts a lot more, though," Nowaki said, his voice strained. Hiroki smiled.

"This is your punishment for waking me up, and masturbating at a friend's house. Plus, I want to try being dominant, and this is the perfect opportunity to do so," Hiroki said, teasingly pressing a finger to Nowaki's chin and trailing it down to his Adam's apple. Nowaki's breathing got a little raspier as his eyes rolled back and he lolled his head against the pillows.

"You'd take advantage of a disabled person?" Nowaki asked shakily, trying to muster a calm smile.

"Nah, only my disabled fiancé," Hiroki teased. He trailed his hand down to Nowaki's chest. He frowned as his thumb ran over the yellowing, almost completely healed bruises on Nowaki's torso. "Do these still hurt?"

"No."

"Good," Hiroki said, smiling slightly as his eyelids lowered. He ran his hand down to Nowaki's left pectoral, where he kneaded the powerful muscle, palming a nipple.

"Ah," Nowaki gasped, burying his face against one of his raised arms and pinching his lips together. Hiroki braced himself with a hand on Nowaki's opposite side as he lowered his head to lick experimentally at one of the hardened buds. He looked up through his lashes to watch Nowaki's reaction. Nowaki threw his head back, a bead of sweat running down his jaw line. His muscled chest rose and fell rapidly, and Hiroki circled his tongue around the reddened, raised flesh.

"Mmm," Hiroki hummed, clamping his lips over Nowaki's nipple and nibbling lightly on it.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Nowaki choked, thrusting his chest upwards. Pre-cum flowed freely out of his erection, slithering down onto his flushed, trembling abdomen. Hiroki released his abused nipple.

"Such a dirty mouth," Hiroki murmured, pecking kisses back up Nowaki's chest. "Guess I'll have to start all over."

"Hiro-san," Nowaki said, trying and failing to sound commanding. "Stop teasing."

"Beg me to let you come," Hiroki said, slowly licking the pale skin just under Nowaki's jaw. Nowaki tipped his head back in time to Hiroki's merciless, lingering lick.

"Come on, Hiro-san," Nowaki whined, tilting his head back down as soon as Hiroki finished his lick. "You know I hate stuff like that."

"You like it," Hiroki disagreed immediately. He reached down to flick the pad of his index finger over Nowaki's slit. Nowaki let out a strangled cry, trying to grit his teeth against the moan of desire. Hiroki continued to speak, his voice low. "Even idiot semes like you need to be dominated once and a while."

Nowaki gulped, his exposed Adam's apple bobbing. Hiroki frowned down at his shivering, perspiring form. He caressed Nowaki's cheek, stroking his sweaty bangs back.

"Just this once, Nowaki. You're hurt. Let me take care of you," Hiroki coaxed gently. Nowaki sighed.

"Okay. But please, hurry, Hiro-san," he whimpered. Hiroki's devious smile immediately returned.

"I don't think I recall you begging me to let you come," Hiroki teased giddily.

"Hiro-san!"

Nowaki writhed under Hiroki's torturing lips as he lowered his head once more to devour his fiancé. Hiroki trailed kisses and licks down the center of his chest, pausing at his bellybutton to circle his tongue around the quivering dip of flesh. He continued downwards, and just as he was about to reach Nowaki's throbbing member, he veered to the left and made his way down Nowaki's good leg.

"Ohhh, oh! Hiro-san, please!" Nowaki begged, his leg twitching. Hiroki stopped at his knee and lifted his head. He very gently brushed his fingertips along the gauze wrapped around Nowaki's mid-thigh on his bad leg.

"How is your leg doing?" Hiroki asked softly. Nowaki, still panting, raised his head dazedly.

"Eh…? It's fine, it's fine. Can you please let me come now?" Nowaki asked impatiently. Hiroki chewed his lip as he smiled, gazing at Nowaki seductively as he walked his fingers up his fiancé's leg.

"Don't you think you could try a little harder for your release…?" Hiroki asked playfully, dancing his fingers over the patch of soft black curls that ringed the base of Nowaki's erection. Nowaki whipped his head back, groaning incoherently in protest.

"Oh God… please… please," Nowaki begged, his voice gravelly with agonizing desire. "Please let me come."

"That's better," Hiroki murmured. He wrapped gentle fingers around Nowaki's organ and began to slowly stroke its throbbing shaft. Nowaki thrashed his head back and forth, his mouth stretching open into a silent scream. Hiroki gazed at him as he worked his erection, his eyelids lowering in sympathy. Nowaki's member was positively burning in Hiroki's hand.

"Ah… faster… faster! Please, faster!" Nowaki choked, arching his back as best as he could.

"Mmm, you've really been holding back, haven't you?" Hiroki said softly, running his thumb over the tip of Nowaki's erection and lightly scratching the underside with his pink finger.

"Uhn…"

"Poor baby," Hiroki cooed quietly. He stooped down to peck Nowaki's erection on the tip. Nowaki jolted, his abdomen clenching erratically. Hiroki leaned over the bed and took Nowaki into his mouth, running his tongue in agonizingly slow circles around the pre-cum soaked slit.

"Oooh! Oh! Ahh… nn, nn, mm! Ah!" Nowaki moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow and trembling violently. Hiroki smiled around his shaft and took him in deeper, increasing the speed of his ministrations with his tongue ever so slightly.

He loved Nowaki's pent-up voice. It was different than his normal grunts and groans. His pent-up moans consisted of long, drawn out sighs, and every once and a while, his voice would raise in pitch. It almost made him sound like an uke, and Hiroki absolutely loved it.

"Ugh… Hiro-san, I'm- oh God, oh my G- UHH!" Nowaki gasped. His body curled inwards, then whipped back down onto the bed as he came hard into Hiroki's mouth. Hiroki choked and smothered a cough, but kept his lips tightly wrapped around Nowaki's member, drinking his molten heat. The spurts continued on for a good thirty seconds, then Nowaki slumped against the bed, panting. Hiroki released him with a soft pop and a sigh. Nowaki's dripping member flopped down onto his abdomen, softening as it continued to twitch.

"Did that feel good?" Hiroki asked, crawling up Nowaki's body. He cupped Nowaki's neck in his hands and peppered kisses across his jaw line.

"Amaaazing," Nowaki breathed, still panting slightly. Hiroki reached up to untangle his arms from his shirt, casting the piece of clothing aside. Nowaki brought his arms down, immediately wrapping them around Hiroki's shoulders. "Do you need-?"

"No, Nowaki. I'm fine," Hiroki said, easing Nowaki back down into the bed. "I'm so close to the due date, it feels like you'll pop me if we do."

Hiroki took Nowaki's hand and laid it over his straining baby bump. Nowaki pouted.

"So I won't have another chance to have sex with a beautiful, pregnant Hiro-san ever again?"

Hiroki's lips twitched.

"Maybe… another time," he said softly, his russet gaze glittering in the dim light. Nowaki's eyes widened. Hiroki began to walk away to return to his side of the bed.

"Wait, what was that? What did you say, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked desperately, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched Hiroki round the bed.

"I said no," Hiroki said, a smile playing at his lips.

"No, not that. You said…? You said…!" Nowaki babbled incoherently. Hiroki slipped into bed beside him and glanced at him before flipping onto his side, facing away from Nowaki.

"Goodnight, Nowaki."

"Wait, Hiro-san! Do you mean what I think you mean? Hiro-san!" Nowaki asked, putting a hand on Hiroki's shoulder and shaking slightly. "Hiro-san, did you mean that you wan-"

"Shut your mouth, idiot. I'm trying to sleep."

There was a long pause, during which a rising blush blossomed on Hiroki's face.

"That's why you wanted to have a natural birth instead of a C-section, isn't it?" Nowaki asked very quietly, putting his hand on Hiroki's baby bump. Hiroki shut his eyes and blushed harder. He reached down to put his hand over Nowaki's. His head made a tiny, shy movement, and Nowaki made a choked sound in the back of his throat. He pressed up against his little fiancé, whispering rapid words of love and appreciation over and over.

Hiroki had nodded.