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The Homeowners' moans filled the house, bouncing off the walls in a beautiful cascade of sound, at least, to his partner, who made sure every thrust pushed against the other's prostate, holding his hand on the smallers’ lower back, creating an arch, causing him to twitch with every push into his ass.
The Pale man used his long tongue to suck the man's right nipple, and used his other hand to twist the left, causing the man to arch even more, unable to take the overstimulation from the man, tears and drool falling off the side of his face.
He reached his hands towards the much larger man's arm, clinging on to it like a lifeline. “I- I can’t..” he could barely get his words out before coming untouched, splattering on his belly and the taller man's chest, who soon followed suit, coming inside the smaller man. An unnatural amount, the Homeowner had come to realize.
It made him feel nauseous, being filled up so much at once, like his entire rectum was filled with the Pale man's cum, which was most likely true. It made him feel.. Full, in a sense. He relaxed, his body slowly coming down from the high of the orgasm, resting his back on the bed to catch his breath.
They both breathed heavily in tandem with one another, sweat, spit, and cum mixing in some sort of disgusting concoction. The Pale man switched their positions, laying on the bed and putting the Homeowner on top, resulting in the man going deeper than before, a small bulge appearing on the man's belly.
“Ah- You.. could warn me, bastard..” he said, getting used to the sudden deepness of the man's already large appendage. All he did was smile in response, forcing the man to lay down on his chest, who originally tried to fight the gesture, but conceded due to not having the strength, he felt weak, and his legs were shaking.
“Relax, dear. Soak it in.” He mused, finding the smaller man's complaints rather amusing, patting his back in a gesture he thought was comforting. He still didn’t quite understand humans despite having visited the homeowner rather frequently, though it also typically resulted in sex. Rarely did they sit in each other's presence.
The smaller man rubbed the Pale man's chest with his index finger, clearly in thought, as he laid there catching his bearings, though as per usual, he never quite could.
“We… we need to take a shower…” he began, still heavily breathing, his sweat soaked hair sticking to his forehead, closing his eyes while laying on the man. “This is… disgusting..” He finalized, lifting himself off the man's chest shakily and struggling, throwing himself to the side, laying beside the larger man, who found it strange how much the smaller man struggled, but he liked it nonetheless.
The man didn’t reply with words, simply grabbing the human and bringing him to the bathtub, turning on cool water for a bath, and sitting in the tub together, the homeowner resting his head against the larger man's chest.
This was a natural routine for them, the Homeowner could never walk well after sex, his smaller frame struggling to adjust to the Pale man, so he took up taking care of him. It made the man feel a certain way he couldn’t explain, maybe joy at the Homeowner being reliant on him? He was never good with emotions.
“You have to learn some restraint.” the man said, sounding a bit embarrassed, washing the sweat out of his hair. “You’re very large..” Which, of course, the Pale man just replied with a smile. He liked the size advantage he had over the smaller man, in all aspects.
He loved looking at the man from behind; he had a rather slender waist for a man, it looked nice. Perfect for the Pale man to be able to grab and fit perfectly in his hands like a puzzle piece. He couldn't help but stare.
The man reached his arms up, rubbing the man's hair. “Ok, I’ll… keep it in mind.” He responded, amusement on his face, which the protag had taken as him just being an asshole and not understanding anything about humans.
“Ok. Whatever.” The man responded. After all his time as a hermit, he didn’t really know how to end a conversation. He let the man rub his hair, cleaning himself off from the dirtiness of their deed, not that he hated it.
He watched as the residual cum filled the water, grimacing at the sight. He would have preferred taking a shower if he could stand, he just wanted to get clean and get out.
The Homeowner continued drying off in his room, laying only in his boxers on the bed, the Pale man went to the bathroom again after the smaller man ordered him to wash the sheets, which he begrudgingly did. He still didn’t quite understand why the man couldn’t bounce back after, but he supposed it was just some human thing he couldn’t understand.
The Homeowner thought about how all of this even started, not that he could remember the lead up that well. It felt like it sort of just.. happened naturally, he supposed. He was feeling lonely, and the Pale man was feeling curious, so it just fell into place.
However nowadays, he feels like the Pale man started developing feelings for him. He seemed to desire him more than their prior interactions, but considering it’s that man, he probably doesn’t understand his own feelings.
Which made the man think, had he developed feelings? He felt like he had in some way, maybe. He was never good with understanding his own feelings, especially after his wife….
His thoughts were interrupted by the Pale man's intrusion. “Ok, let’s get these on.” He said bringing back the clean sheets. The Homeowner noticed how domestic he started to sound, amusing him a little. He picked up the smaller man and set him on the chair. He still couldn’t stand well.
After the sheets were set on the bed, the homeowner limped towards the bed, not wanting to seem weak or feeble in the way that he already knew the Pale man thought of him as, and annoyingly found humor in that.
When the man finally laid down, resting his head against the freshly washed pillow sheet, he waved his hand towards the other in a gesture of you’re free to go, now, his hazel green eyes slightly closed.
“Awh, no kiss for your lover?” He responded, his voice laced with teasing, which the Homeowner returned with a sideways frown, not angry, but knowing it was just the Pale man's antics, didn’t pay it any mind.
The Pale man, in turn, responded with laughter. “Good night, my dear.” And with that final farewell, the man left, leaving the Homeowner to rest.
…Which he didn’t do.
As soon as the Pale man left, the Homeowner let his facade crumble; his tears came out like a waterfall, and he bent himself into a fetal position and held his stomach in pain. For the past few weeks, he’d been feeling an incredible pain in his stomach, like his organs were twisting and deforming as he breathed.
He did worry for a while that it was the Pale man literally destroying his guts, but he came to the conclusion that after a few weeks, he would have probably been dead already.
It wasn’t just his stomach, either. He noticed other abnormal things in his body, his chest had grown slightly larger, and his belly more.. distended. But how did he gain that much weight in an apocalypse? Maybe it was the food the Visitor would bring….
Either way, the pain had started to become unbearable. He intended to tell his Visitor friend that he needed a break… Well, he could tell him next time he came. For now, he sat holding his belly and crying into his pillow.
It had been three weeks since the Visitor had visited the Homeowner. Not of his own volition, of course, he loved coming to see him. The issue was the Homeowner just wasn’t opening the door for him, no matter how many times he knocked.
He had been watching his little house for weeks to see if the human was letting anyone in, if he was just ignoring him, or if someone.. No, probably not. The Homeowner was, no he is, smart, he’d know, the visitor reasoned.
But worryingly still, no one was going inside the house. He always allowed people in, for his safety and, though the Homeowner didn’t like to admit it, he loved the company of the passerbys. It got his mind off the hell of the world.
But he didn’t let anyone in now, suddenly. In fact, he wasn’t opening the door at all, everyone would eventually turn away from the house with the assumption that he died.
Which the Visitor had grown tired of. He wanted his human, and if that had to be done by force or spying through an open window, then so be it.
He went to the side of the house, walking through the overgrown weeds and trashbags of who knows what, where his room window was. He had always kept it closed, but the Pale man checked anyway, just in case there was a crack for him to look through.
He saw it, the ever so slight sliver of orange light that shined on his face through the curtain. The Homeowner was clearly alive, yet he looked dead at the same time, it was hard to tell.
He was laying on his side, back facing the window with his hand placed on his belly, seemingly comforting himself. His body was shaking violently, as if he was having a crying fit. Which, from what the visitor could hear, he was.
The Pale man tapped the glass incessantly to get the humans attention, to get him to open the window and question why he suddenly shut himself away.
The man jumped upwards in surprise, quickly turning towards the window and causing the unseen orange feline to stir and jump off the bed in annoyance, retreating to the hallway.
The human was tense, clearly. His shoulders were tight and his face was red and wet with tears, which he tried to wipe off before slowly walking to the window with trepidation.
When he finally got to it, he slightly opened the curtain to see who it was. His face dropped in fear, as if the Visitor was the last person he wanted to see, the frown on his face deepening and his grip on the curtain tightening.
The Visitor stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to make some type of movement for what felt like forever before the human seemed to break out of some sort of trance, unlocking the window and allowing the Pale man in.
The man stared at him for a moment before moving to allow the Visitor space to enter. Sitting back down on his bed and holding himself closely, his hands moving along his arms as if he didn’t know what to do with them, as if he was overthinking every feeling that met each other on his body.
“Hello..” He managed to rasp out, his voice broken and brittle as he stared down at his shoes, the walls, and everywhere else except where the other man was, unable to make eye contact with the creature in front of him.
It also wasn’t lost on the Visitor that the Homeowners body seemed to be significantly pudgier than the last time he had seen the man.
The Pale man didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t good with human emotions at a small scale, much less at the point where it seemed the smaller man would crumble at any moment if he ever so slightly touched him.
“Sorry for ignoring you.” He said, finally looking up at the visitor with tired eyes, the bloodshot sclera making him look like a visitor himself. Maybe that’s what he was worried about?
The human took in a sharp breath, like he was preparing to reveal a big secret, one that he couldn’t say easily or even felt comfortable doing so.
“I don’t know how, but I’m pregnant.” He said, squeezing his hands around his arms in a vice grip, his heart beating out of his chest and legs tightening together.
The visitor's mouth thinned into a straight line, a bead of sweat spouting out it his pore and sliding down his cheek. “Oh.”