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Vander grins wildly when he steps foot into the bedroom he shares with his husband and Silco is spread across the bed, arms cradling his belly and drooling on the pillow. He sighs wistfully and begins to slowly undress, drinking in the sight of his husband so peaceful. It’s hard for Silco to get sleep nowadays, with the baby choosing to be active primarily at night and the other agonizing symptoms of pregnancy. Silco’s been cranky and easily angered the past few weeks and Vander’s been begging every higher power to let the poor thing have some peace. And well, Vander loves his husband, but it’s stressful to see him in such an unhappy state. Juggling the freedom of Zaun and his very grouchy pregnant husband is starting to give him gray hairs. It would be a miracle if Vander could succeed in keeping Silco content for more than a day.
“…Vander?”
Vander grimaces when he notices that his husband is awake, groggily squinting at him, hands idly rubbing his belly where Vander’s sure the baby is kicking at Silco’s insides. So much for peace, Vander laments.
“They keepin’ you awake, Sil?” Vander whispers, voice laced with much more sympathy than Silco will likely tolerate.
However, his husband must be feeling merciful, or just extremely tired, because he smiles lazily at Vander, patting the side of the bed where he’s not currently laying. It’s either an invitation or a threat, Vander’s not sure which yet.
Vander, unsure if he’s going to immediately get stabbed when he sits down, slowly lowers himself onto the bed, a tense smile on his face.
“Did you get a good rest?” Vander takes a chance and lifts a hand to caress Silco’s cheek, and the man nuzzles into his touch, a soft look in his drowsy gaze.
Silco hums thoughtfully, looking up at Vander through his lashes. “I was sleeping well, until your child decided that I didn’t need to rest anymore.”
Ah, there’s the complaining bastard that Vander knows so well. Although, he looks suspiciously content. It’s almost worrying.
“I’m sorry about that.” Vander sheepishly smiles when Silco glowers at his apologetic tone.
“Don’t be,” he growls.
Silco, to Vander’s continuous surprise, leans into his chest, chin resting on his shoulder. His husband sighs, one arm coming to wrap around Vander’s broad back. Silco’s never really been this touchy during the pregnancy, choosing to shut Vander out more than he’s been yearning for closeness.
“You okay?” Vander mumbles into the top of Silco’s forehead, eyebrows furrowing in concern.
Silco doesn’t answer, the arm not wrapped around Vander softly rubbing the crest of his swollen belly.
“C’mon Sil, talk to me. Is the baby bothering you? Can I get you something to eat, or-“ Vander is promptly shut up when Silco presses their lips together. They share a long, intimate kiss and then Silco is breaking it, resting his head against Vander’s, a strange look in his eyes.
“Vander…” he hesitates, eyes darting away from Vander’s gaze, uncharacteristically shy.
“Yeah..?” Vander’s a little concerned as he places a hand on Silco’s cheek once again, and the other on top of Silco’s own hand, still cradling his belly plump with child.
“I’m horny.” Silco is then looking at him, a determined look in his eyes, despite the fact that he’s red all the way up to his ears.
“Oh.” That, to be quite honest, wasn’t what Vander was expecting.
“That’s all you have to say? You’ve been begging to fuck me this entire pregnancy, I can’t believe that’s all you have to-“ Vander clamps a hand over Silco’s mouth, ignoring the immediate glare coming from his husband.
“I was just surprised, Sil. You don’t usually want to have sex this late into your pregnancies. I’ll fuck you, but only if you want, okay?”
Silco promptly maneuvers himself onto Vander's lap, his distended belly pressing into his husband. Once he’s gotten settled, both of his arms wrap around Vander and he buries his nose into his neck.
Vander snorts, confused, “you just wanna cuddle, then?” Silco whines at that and begins to slowly grind himself into Vander’s groin.
Vander groans into the back of Silco’s neck, resisting the urge to pounce on his husband, wanting to let Silco take the lead on this one. His husband is letting out breathy moans that fill him with heat, but it’s important that he resists the urge to absolutely destroy Silco. He’s delicate now that he’s got a baby in him. Somehow, that thought makes his cock even harder.
“S-Silco!” Vander feels his breath hitch when Silco begins to bite at his neck, sucking on the red marks he’s leaving on his skin.
Before Vander can say anything else, Silco is shirking off his own pants and sliding fingers into his pussy, teeth still latched onto his husband’s neck. He’s deliriously moaning, eyes closed as he stretches himself out with a fervor that Vander didn’t know he still had in him.
“Silco- hey, hey!” Silco stops at once, eyes tiredly meeting Vander’s own, his cunt still gripping his fingers. His teeth let go of Vander’s neck long enough for Silco to snarl at him.
“What.” Silco’s eyes are glazed over with lust as he waits for Vander’s explanation.
“Sil, you need to slow down. The baby-“ Silco doesn’t even let him finish, ignoring him in favor of hooking his fingers up into his soaking cunt, hoping to find the sweet spot that’ll leave him breathless.
Vander grunts, annoyed at having been ignored, but also finally understanding what it is that his husband wants. “Here, Silco, let me help you, okay?” He coos.
He lets his hands wander, one coming down to cup Silco’s ass, and the other starting to gently massage his husband’s stomach. Sure enough, he can feel their baby pressing into Silco’s skin, and the thought of fucking his husband while he’s so full with his baby has Vander nearly blacking out. Silco is still desperately clawing into his own pussy, wantonly keening out Vander’s name. In an instant, Vander is pushing Silco down into the bed, cooing at Silco when his hands immediately abandon his cunt to cradle his belly.
“You’re so cute all filled up, Silco,” Vander grunts, “I think I want you to always have a baby in you, doesn’t that sound nice?”
Silco whines underneath him, desperately trying to press himself into Vander, despite the weight of his pup-filled belly. Vander softly kisses the crest of his husband’s stomach and then ducks his head to press his tongue into Silco’s pussy, laughing when Silco jolts and lets out a moan at the unexpected intrusion. Vander grips his own cock and begins to stroke, feeling himself get just a little bit closer to release with every one of his husband’s moans. Silco’s legs are shaking with every lick of his cunt, and soon he’s begging Vander for his cock.
“Vander- ah! Please, I can take it, I promise!” Silco rarely begs, often opting to intimidate Vander into doing his bidding, but oh how sweet it is when he begs. Vander, desperately resisting the urge to torture his sweet, pregnant husband, presses a kiss to Silco’s wet cunt and mercifully lines his cock up to give Silco what he wants. He knows he won’t last long, but he doubts Silco will either.
Silco is gripping one hand into the bed in anticipation, his other hand rubbing his swollen stomach. Vander feels sorry for a moment, recognizing that he’s forgotten to line the bed with pillows and that his husband is likely just slightly uncomfortable, but he’s already got the tip of his cock inside of Silco and there’s no way he’s going to stop now. He’ll finish this up and then make sure Silco’s as comfortable as possible.
Speaking of his husband, Silco is arching his back in pleasure as Vander slides his cock in, stopping periodically to make sure Silco’s doing alright. Vander has to stop himself from pounding into his cunt, his husband’s sweet gasps spurning him on. Oh Janna, think of the baby-!
“Vander- please! Ah, harder-!” Silco is pressing his face into the bed, tears dripping down his reddened cheeks onto the sheets. Vander stutters in his thrusts for a moment, hands coming to grip Silco’s hips and steady him before he begins to pound him in earnest, milking Silco’s cunt for everything it's got. “I’ve got you, mama. Just.. ngh-!” In moments, Vander is spilling into Silco and his husband arches his back with a loud, drawn out moan as he orgasms. Vander collapses onto Silco, sloppily kissing his collarbone and rubbing at his husband’s belly.
Silco lies still, panting and catching his breath, before he starts squirming underneath Vander’s hold, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. Vander lightly chuckles at him, rolling off of and pulling out of Silco so that the man has more space to collect himself.
“Was that good?” Vander questions, a tinge of uncertainty in his voice.
Silco grunts, sitting up against the headboard and smoothing his hands over his stomach. “It was… satisfactory. I think the baby is even more riled up, though.” Leave it to his husband to seem so neutral now when he was just begging for his cock minutes ago.
Vander snorts, bringing his hands to cover Silco’s. “I think the baby is just confused on why you’ve been moving so much.” Silco groans at this, head going back to look at the ceiling. “Did you really call me ‘mama’?” He asks, to Vander’s imminent embarrassment.
“Well, yeah. You’re the beautiful, stunning, and incredibly mean mother of my children. Can a man not acknowledge that during sex?” Vander smiles at him, a dopey look on his face. Silco raises an eyebrow, spitting out, “I’m not beautiful, I’m fat, Vander.” Vander gasps in surprise at his husband, hands encasing Silco’s belly as best as they can as he whispers, “don’t let the baby hear that, Silco! You’ll embarrass them for being so big.” Silco grimaces at him, an unimpressed expression gracing his lips. “The baby is huge, and will most certainly be hearing about it when they are born. I don’t hide things from my children.”
Vander smiles when his husband starts to yawn, legs spreading wider to accommodate the weight of his belly. “Mama, how about you try and get some sleep, okay?” He whispers. Silco sneers at him for the name-calling, but is soon distracted by his belly as he begins to coo at their unborn child. Silco is whispering sweet nothings to his belly in between yawns and it makes Vander’s heart feel so full.
Their baby.
Well, they’ve had children together already, but it never loses its charm. Vander admittedly finds Silco to be at his most beautiful when he’s pregnant, although he’s beautiful always. His pretty, sweet, and absolutely mean husband.
Vander is brought back to the present by Silco’s soft snores and he has to stop himself from cooing as he takes in the sight of his husband once again asleep, arms hugging his tummy with so much love, even while he’s unconscious.
Oh, how lucky Vander is.