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"Morning, partner."
"M'rrn," Ryo grumbles, awkwardly turning himself on his other side. It's getting harder and harder.
Dee, freshly showered, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and whatever the hell else, crowds him. "You look amazing," he purrs.
"I look pregnant," Ryo corrects him. He lets out a quiet hiss of breath through his teeth, squirming under Dee's arms. It's a deep, sharp pain reverberating every muscle inside him. His buttocks clench up, along with Ryo's very full womb. "Very pregnant."
"Exactly…"
He makes another content, almost-purring noise above him, drawing him close and planting his lips on Ryo's.
Dee's warmth spreads all over. Head to toe.
The surface of Ryo's face pinkens.
Dee separates their lips, licking in, sucking gently on Ryo's tongue until his partner whimpers needfully into Dee's mouth.
"That's it," Dee encourages him in a whisper. "God, you're so amazing."
He manages to slip open the buttons on Ryo's pin-striped pajama shirt without tearing due to his impatience, starting from the collar. Once exposing the pale dome of Ryo's belly, Dee flashes a grin. He cradles him with both hands, lowering his head.
Ryo trembles a little at the overly affectionate belly-kiss.
Dee always said he hated kids. Ryo never believed it. Not with how Dee treated the juvies, yelling or threatening abusive family members on their behalf. Not with Dee silently crying when he thought Ryo didn't see him after solving a child homicide case.
Ryo thought it better they walked away.
It's too many close calls. It's too many excuses for a harmfully politicized department.
After learning Ryo was a couple weeks pregnant, Dee agreed.
It's a week past Ryo's due date, and he's been having false contractions off and on. Ryo knows them well. Dee frequently mistakes them for real ones if Ryo mentions them, grabbing their emergency bag from the closet and hollering that they need a taxi, ignoring Ryo hollering over him that he's fine and the baby is not coming, and can Dee keep it down before the neighbors would—
—shit, okay, this is a real one.
Ryo tenses up, feeling Dee's hands on his bare thighs, offering him a smile.
Nobody needs to get all panicky.
Everything's fine. He's feeling fine.
Ryo does remember getting a bit reckless last night. Pregnancy hormones and all.
He shoved a gleeful Dee onto his back, lifting his pajama shirt's hem and settling on him. There was nothing better to him than fucking from on top, jerking up and down Dee's cock, exhausting himself. But in a pleasant way. Ryo clutched onto Dee's hands reaching for his hips, their fingers interlocking. He fucked, and fucked, and fucked the copious amount of lubricant oozing out of Ryo's hole.
The reminder of them hardens him up further, if possible. Dee eyes the tented bulge to Ryo's pajama pants, tugging to expose his morning wood.
"Dee, it's nothing," Ryo mumbles, pressing a hand against Dee's tee, wrinkling up the navy blue material.
"It's breakfast," Dee quips.
He flashes another careless, boyish grin, and swallows Ryo's entire length without hesitation.
Ryo chokes out Dee's name, tossing his head back and fisting his pillow with his hand.
Ryo's other hand grips under his pregnant, naked and heaving belly. Barely able to see over it, he cranes his neck to watch the top of Dee's head bob, up and down like fucking, succumbing to the sensation of Dee's throat tightening on Ryo's dick. He's pulsating. He's already so close.
"Dee—"
He quivers, legs pulling in and nearly bumping up against the side of Dee's head.
One of Dee's arms hook around Ryo's legs, getting him comfortable, lightly massaging under one of Ryo's calf.
Ryo pants out, writhing and sweating and flushing hot.
"Dee, I'm gonna—"
A chuckle vibrates around Ryo's cock, gurgling wet with drool. It takes next to nothing to make him lose it. Ryo feels another labor contraction, stronger and more intense than the others, grip him as he orgasms. The line between heaven and hell warring inside him blurs.
Ryo doesn't realize he's screamed out his moan, arching, until there's a bang of a fist on the wall.
"Sheesh," Dee grumbles, staring harshly at the wall as if he can see the neighbor.
Ryo pants harder, stroking his own belly lazily. His eyes lidded.
"Hey, Dee?"
"What is it, baby?" Dee hums, wiping off his come-glistening lips with the back of his hand. He's so pretty in the morning light. Dee would absolutely love to be called 'pretty' by Ryo. Only Ryo himself, he thinks. The corners of Ryo's mouth twitch.
"You know how Bikky was asking when he was gonna meet his new little sister?"
"Every second of every day since I told the little punk?" Dee says curtly.
It registers, his eyes wide.
"Oh god, Ryo—now?"
Ryo laughs, wincing. "She's on her way."
There's a mix of fear and apprehension in Dee's expression, but it's out of love. Out of his insistence for Ryo's well-being.
He leans over, kissing Ryo fiercely in a low whine. His fingers dig into Ryo's curls, petting him. Ryo opens his mouth slightly, kissing him back, taking Dee's palm and rubbing it mindfully over his huge, hard stomach, relieved by how Dee treats him carefully.
Dee pulls away, looking into Ryo's eyes with more self-assurance.
"Then let's have a baby, okay?" he murmurs, smoothing Ryo's bangs. His calm demeanor eases Ryo's nervousness rising.
It's kicking in—shit, she's really coming—
"You hearin' me?" Dee speaks up again, nodding firmly when Ryo nods. "Good. Don't worry about a thing. You get yourself some clothes and the bag, and I'm gonna get us a ride. Then, I'll be there the whole time for you. I promise, Ryo."
"Don't get thrown out like the last appointment," Ryo says knowingly, sitting up awkwardly with Dee's help.
"Hey!" Dee exclaims. "That nurse was making lovey-dovey eyes at you!"
"You're being ridiculous…"
"Listen, It's not my fault you're gorgeous… and nice…" Ryo's irritation fades, replacing with halfhearted amusement when Dee's lips skim behind his ear, breathing every worshipful word, "and perfect in every way I'm not… and everybody can tell…"
"Thanks," Ryo says flatly, turning his head and pecking Dee on the lips. "Get me to a hospital?"
Dee brightens. "You got it."
Once he's on his feet, Ryo knows everything's fine. He's feeling fine.
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