Chapter Text
We're in this together, we don't know who we are
Even if it's moving too fast, baby we should take it too far
Nirvana, by Sam Smith
It all started one night after Asami had indulged Akihito with some particularly expensive sushi. Akihito wasn’t one who generally ate until he was stuffed. He usually ate just enough to make himself feel pleasantly full. But as usual, Asami had encouraged him to eat to his heart’s content. And true to form, the older man was more interested in the alcohol than the food, leaving far too much for Aki to eat alone. The sashimi Asami had ordered was delicious, sliced fresh and he knew it would get all chewy if it sat in the fridge overnight. Plus the sushi rice always swelled in his belly, so if he ate until he felt full, the rice expanded and then he was left with an overstuffed stomach, his belly pooching out, distended and round.
He didn’t worry about it. It would be back to its normal tight self by tomorrow, his waist trim and tiny, his abs so hard you could bounce a quarter off of them. Granted, they weren’t Asami’s infamous eight pack, but still, they were nice.
This time though, he really had eaten too much. He let out a long sigh of discomfort as he unbuttoned his jeans to give his bulging tummy more room. Asami snickered from his spot on the couch and calmly sipped his beer, “Why don’t you get out of those pants? You’d be much more comfortable.”
Akihito eyed him suspiciously to see if he was being sincere…. or just being a pervert.
In the end, he decided it didn’t really matter; he just wanted to get more comfortable. And the tight skinny jeans had absolutely no room for his growing gut. He tossed his jeans aside, and sat down beside Asami on the couch in his boxer briefs and tank top. He pulled on a hoodie to ward off the chill. He always got cold after he ate, something about all the blood getting pulled into his digestive system. He sat apart from Asami on the couch but the older man was having none of it. He reached out a long arm, rippling with muscles and practically yanked Akihito into his lap. The boy scowled but he didn’t move. His belly was too heavy and besides, Asami was like a giant heater. Asami made a soft indulgent noise, his hand wandering down to the little blond’s warm, rounded belly. He gave it a pat and Akihito’s lower lip jutted out in a slight pout. He knew he was being made fun of but he was too satiated to make a big fuss over it.
What Akihito didn’t know was that Asami always ordered too much food on purpose.
The older man knew the boy couldn’t bear to see the expensive sushi go to waste and that he would rather eat until he was uncomfortable than throw it away. Asami loved him when he was stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. He liked how a belly full of food slowed his hyperactive lover down. He liked how it made him soft and complacent and cuddly. But most of all, he like his adorable little Buddha belly. He found it incredibly sexy to see his normally lean lover packing a bit of chub around his middle.
He could never tell Akihito that of course. The boy would never eat sushi again. And it would probably give him an eating disorder on top of that. He was so self conscious. He had absolutely no idea how beautiful Asami thought he really was.
His warm hand slowly made its way to the strip of bare skin on Akihito’s middle. He ran his fingers tightly stretched waistband of his boxers, before slipping them over the swell of his belly that was causing his tight tank top to ride up and expose his adorable little belly button. Asami wondered idly if Akihito could eat enough to make it pop out. He palmed that cute little gut, kneading the softness at the bottom and stroking the curve of it.
Asami never had a thing for tummies before he met Akihito. No, he had considered himself an ass man, with a predilection for longs legs and on occasion, big boobs. The stomach was just kind of the thing in between, that joined the two halves into a whole. It was just something he passed by on the way to the main event.
That was until he met Akihito. He loved Akihito’s pert nipples and he loved his tight bubble butt. He loved every single delectable part that made up his perfect whole. But something about his stomach…. he loved the dip of his belly button and the tight muscles on either side, he loved the hollow above his hipbones but most of all he loved how sensitive and ticklish Akihito’s little tummy was. He liked to lay face down against it and rub his scruff across that velvety soft skin to make him shiver. He liked to lick his way around Aki’s belly button, drawing the little rim it into his mouth, or between his teeth, and sucking at it. He liked to delve his tongue into that tiny cavern and taste the salty musk of his skin. But most of all, he loved to stroke that soft velvety skin lightly with his fingertips, right above his hipbones, just shy of tickling him and see his partner tremble underneath him.
That was when Asami realized… he was a belly man. There was nothing that got him hotter than the little strip of exposed pale skin above Akihito’s low rise jeans and below his too short tank top. Sometimes it was visible, sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes it just played peek-a-boo with him when Akihito moved or raised his arms to stretch. It made him wild. And as much as Akihito’s flat stomach drove him crazy… there was something about seeing it bulge out too, all round and full of food Asami had bought for him, struggling to escape the confines of his waistband, that was just sexy as fuck.
Plus, with his belly all full of sushi, Akihito couldn’t run away.
Waddle maybe. But not run.
Asami grinned and began to slowly move his hand down, slipping it beneath the soft cotton of his briefs and massaging the soft, hot flesh between his legs. The boy groaned in protest, weakly pulling at his hand, “Nnn-Asami-stop. M’too full!”
His words said one thing but his hips said another, slowly fucking into Asami’s hot hand, his cock hardening and lengthening. He shucked Akihito’s boxers easily, ignoring the boy's weak protests and pulled him more securely into his lap, settling that plump bottom right onto his crotch. Those slender legs were outside of his own knees, so as Asami spread his legs, Akihito’s were spread even wider. The sixty inch TV across from the couch was turned off so the large black screen reflected the action inside the apartment. They might as well have been in front of a giant mirror. Asami wondered how long it would take Akihito to notice. Until he did, Asami was going to enjoy the view from both behind and in front of his gorgeous little lover, spread out in his lap like a luscious banquet.
He nibbled on his neck, grating his teeth against the tendons of his throat until a red mark began to appear. Asami's right hand kept up slow strokes of Akihito's hard little cock while the fingers of his left hand played with his nipples, moving from one to the other, caressing his sweet potbelly as it moved back and forth. Asami grinned as Akihito pushed his stomach up, as if seeking more attention. Asami gently put a hand on his round belly, rubbing small circles into the hard flesh and pressing down slightly. Akihito moaned in pleasure. And then he burped.
“Oh God, I’m disgusting…” Akihito blushed with embarrassment and tried to wriggle out of the older man’s lap. Asami’s right hand closed around the boy’s privates and his left forearm squeezed his waist and pinned him in place. The pressure on his full stomach made him burp again and he flushed even redder.
“I think its sexy.” Asami’s voice was calm, but there was a dark undercurrent to it that made Akihito’s skin break out in goosebumps.
Akihito twisted his neck and looked back at him like he was crazy, trying to decide if Asami was playing with him. He decided he was serious. Which was even weirder.
“You would, you big perv, now let me go.” His struggles amounted to nothing. Asami’s arm was like a steel band around his waist.
“Not until I get my dessert.” He licked the side of his neck with the flat of his tongue, sliding it up underneath his earlobe and latching on. Akihito’s earlobes were one of his weak spots, and Asami’s talented tongue playing with it alternating with his lips sucking on it, quickly turned him to mush. His cock was so hard it almost hurt. He whimpered in distress and was relieved to feel Asami untie his bathrobe and spread it so that instead of plush terry cloth, his ass was now positioned against the hot skin of Asami's muscular upper thighs. He could feel his thick cock pulsing as it pushed between the crack of his ass.
Asami’s breath was hot on his neck, “I want you to sit on my cock Akihito. I want you to take me inside your hungry little hole, all the way to the hilt, until my balls touch your ass, can you do that?”
The filthy words whispered in his ear made him startle, but the need in the older man’s voice and the thick throbbing dick against his ass told him Asami wanted it as much as he did. He leaned forward, balancing on his tiptoes and lifted his ass high. He waited for Asami to slick his cock and then began to sit back, trusting Asami to line their bodies up since he had to keep his hands braced on Asami’s knees to keep from impaling himself. Asami guided the engorged head of his cock right underneath his hole. He was surprised when Akihito sat down, stretching the boy’s poor hole abruptly. Normally Asami would take time to prepare him with his fingers, for fear of hurting him with the immense girth. But Akihito was fully in control in this position and he knew he would stop if it hurt. The boy didn’t stop, he sank without stopping, slowly, inch by inch. He leaned back into the sofa, taking the boy with him, so he could watch Akihito sheathe his cock to the hilt. His ring was stretched so tight around it that the pink pucker had turned white and Asami knew it must burn... but the boy didn’t seem interested in stopping. A pained gasp escaped his mouth, and Asami’s eyes flew to his face, reflected in the blank screen in front of them. His brows were pursed and his pretty lips hung open as he gasped to breathe. His stomach muscles were forced to relax, his belly pooching out even more as he struggled to fit the additional girth of Asami’s cock inside his small, already overstuffed body.
Asami smirked and jutted his cock forward, slamming it inside in one go. The boy screamed in pleasure pain and began rutting back against him, brutally impaling himself as Asami’s hand moved around to molest his privates. His eyes were open wide and for a moment he failed to register what he was looking at.
Akihito thought for one shocking moment that Asami had turned on a porno. But then he realized that the boy on screen, his legs spread wide, his hips lewdly fucking the cock in his ass… was him. And his stomach looked enormous. It was wobbling with every bounce.
He really hoped the old saying that television adds ten pounds was true. He stared in disbelief at his reflection and gasped, “Fuck. I look pregnant!”
He could feel Asami’s cock jolt inside him. The older man grabbed ahold of his hips, obtaining more control over the angle and depth of his penetration, and then began fucking into him much harder than before.
“Pregnant hmmm? You want a belly full of my seed kitten? Is that what you want?”
His fingers dug into the boy’s plush hips hard enough to leave bruises and he powered into his body. He snarled, “You want me to come inside you, so deep, it won’t come out?”
Akihito’s eyes were bugging out of his head. It felt like Asami was trying to tunnel into his gut, hammering his sensitive channel and he watched himself on the screen, his overfull stomach jiggling with every thrust. Asami continued with a litany of filth directly into his ear, “I’m gonna breed that pretty boy cunt of yours. Knock you up.”
Lightning burst behind his eyelids. He was so close… so close….
The older man grunted, ramming his length back into the boy as his palms moved forward to tenderly envelop his stuffed belly. He drawled slowly, “Is that what you want? Tell me what you want Akihito, tell me….”
“I’m gonna cum Asami, please, please please!”
“Tell me Akihito…”
He sobbed, the words themselves already pushing him over the edge, “Oh God yes! Yes Asami yes! I want your seed, please breed my cunt, give me your babies! Fuck!!!” His throat bulged as he screamed and he felt Asami cum inside him, pulsing hot wet jets of cum deep into his belly.
Akihito came so hard his cum rocketed across the room, spraying across the shiny black surface of the TV. He could still hear his mortifying confession ringing in his ears. And the worst part? He meant every word...
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