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Jayce wakes up in the middle of the night with a big appetite, despite having had a very rich dinner. He drowsily gets up, quietly so as to not disturb his partner who had been sleeping next to him.
When Jayce makes his way over to the kitchen, the first thing he notices are the muffins sitting on display in the cute dessert stand he had gotten for him. Viktor had picked up baking recently and he's really good at it already. It makes sense considering the science of it all. And while Jayce's sweet tooth isn't as crazy as his partner's, he can't deny that he has been eating generous portions of everything Viktor's been baking. Chocolate in particular, is his total weakness.
They're supposed to be for tomorrow's breakfast. Hearty whole grain blueberry muffins, but Jayce thinks maybe Viktor wouldn't notice one or two missing? Yeah, it's fine, he could eat one or two now and go back to bed like nothing happened.
Jayce plates himself two of the muffins and decides that he can't just have muffins. So, he pours himself a glass of rich, creamy whole milk. As he's putting the milk back in the fridge, he notices a bag of chocolate melts sitting next to the eggs and gets an idea.
Jayce turns on the stove and pours some of the melts into a pot, before deciding to just throw in the whole bag. He can always pick up more for Viktor later, anyway. He melts down the chocolate and puts some of it into his milk, along with cocoa powder, sugar, and a splash of heavy cream to make a delicious chocolate drink. He then settles himself on a bar stool in front of their kitchen island, with the pot, the plate of muffins, and his drink.
He carefully picks up a muffin and unwraps it, taking a plain bite first and moaning softly. He's just so hungry, it feels good to finally eat. He then dips it into the melted chocolate and it's like heaven on his tongue. It's so delicious and addictingly rich, making him feel warm and heavy.
The first two muffins go down with too much ease, and then Jayce is pouting at his empty plate. He licks his lips, maybe just two more. That's it.
He tries to keep quiet as he digs into his second serving, but he can't help his moans and hums when it just tastes so good, and feels good too. It all sits heavily in belly, especially when he has his chocolate milk to help ease all the food down. It settles into all the nooks and crannies of his stomach, ensuring he can feel as full as possible.
Jayce is running out of excuses to eat more, but his mouth waters when he looks at the display case, and well, he still has chocolate left in the pot. He wouldn't want to waste it, right?
After finishing up his fifth muffin, he starts to slow down, the heaviness in his tummy starting to feel like a bit much, albeit still comfortable. His breathing slows, and he leans back in his chair with a groan, burping softly.
There's still another muffin left though, and he wants to finish his food! So he adjusts the waistband of his shorts and picks up the sixth muffin. It's still just as good as the first one, despite the chocolate getting a bit cold, and he takes sips of his milk in between bites. He's just getting fuller and fuller...
"Mmh, that's so good." He murmurs to himself, his hand creeps to his tummy and he whimpers softly as he prods where the waistband of his shorts dig into his midsection. He tugs them down and feels breathless as he lets himself sprawl in the chair. He feels even heavier like this, unrounding. His tummy makes a soft noise, and it makes Jayce kind of sleepy.
He looks at the remaining bit of chocolate in the pot and pours the rest of it into the milk, deciding to just chug it before he goes back to bed. So he does, and—
"Fuck me." He whines quietly, too full. He quickly tugs his shirt up and rubs his stuffed belly. It's tight, packed full of muffins and milk and probably, still his dinner.
He sits there for a few moments, eyes slipping shut as he gives himself belly rubs and coaxes out a few burps, moaning as it releases some pressure on his overtaxed tummy. The ache dulls and starts to just feel nice, grounding.
He carefully gets up and gets thrown a bit off balance. "Rrp’— mmh, full." He mumbles, hissing out a soft burp. Once he finds his footing, he walks over to the room, reminding himself to just bring his cane next time.
Next time...?
"Love?" A drowsy voice breaks through his thoughts, and affection makes his heart flutter. "Yeah! I'm coming." He calls out softly, smiling to himself. He begrudgingly pulls up his shorts over his tender belly, wincing a bit at the pressure, but reasoning to himself that he could just tug them down again when he's in bed. He also tugs down his shirt, ignoring the way it rides up. It'll be too dark to tell, he thinks, his husband won't notice.
Jayce opens the door to the bedroom and grins a bit wider as he looks at his sleep rumpled partner, who's sitting up and fiddling with his blanket. Viktor looks up and smiles back fondly. Then his brows furrow as he peeks at his midsection. He quickly looks away.
"What are you doing up so late?" He asks, and Jayce shrugs sheepishly, settling into bed with a sigh, sprawling back against the headboard. "I was hungry."
Viktor hums, twirling his hair. "Am I allowed to notice this?" He asks, before placing a cool palm right atop the fullest part of his belly. It feels heavenly, and Jayce can't help but moan.
"Only if you promise not to be mad I ate most of the muffins." He says shyly, embarrassed. Though he swears he sees Viktor's pupils dilate.
"Of course not. If anything, I would encourage it. You know this." He says, voice smooth like silk and Jayce relaxes.
"Yeah, just needed to hear you say it." He says softly, before kissing Viktor sweetly. They press their foreheads together for a few moments. When Viktor pulls away he slowly straddles Jayce.
"Oof— really, Vik?" Jayce says, though there's no judgement in his tone. If anything he feels giddy, he always is when it comes to Viktor, especially if he's confessing his affections for him. It calms his overactive mind, and combined with being stuffed, he's practically in the clouds.
Viktor's trembling as he rubs Jayce's belly. He's like a livewire when it comes to this. Jayce looks at his partner with heavy lidded eyes, trailing a hand up his thigh to creep right where he's tenting in his boxers. "Relax, baby." He mumbles quietly, and Viktor grinds against his leg shakily.
Viktor whines softly, lips trembling. He grinds harder, eyes squeezing shut. "Shh, s'okay babe." Jayce coos, but Viktor doesn't calm, if anything he gets more frantic. Jayce frowns, sitting up a bit more to still his hips, gently thumbing at the softness that has finally started to settle there in the comfort of their domesticity.
"Are you okay?" Jayce asks gently, cupping Viktor's cheek. He leans into it, kissing Jayce's palm and sighing.
"I am just overwhelmed, I think." Viktor mumbles, smiling shyly. "I feel like I am dreaming sometimes, getting to wake up to you like this."
Jayce knows what he means, after everything they've been through, it's only natural when it catches up to them in quiet moments like these, when their love turns into something that burns, a flame that twists and curls around their bodies.
Jayce licks his lips, he brings Viktor's hand to his forehead, eyes slipping shut. His partner breathes shakily, his fingers pressing gently where his scars are. "Just take me." Jayce says tenderly. "You know you've got me."
Viktor bites his lip, his fingers tangle in Jayce's hair and he kisses him. Jayce feels something firm poking his lower belly and he smiles, tilting his head back so Viktor could bite along his neck while he grinds up into his belly.
"Yeah, that's it baby. Mmh, feel how full I am. S'so tight." He says, feeling buzzed off the feeling of Viktor attacking his neck, his other hand moves to rub the side of his belly and he groans, burping softly.
"Mmh, 'scuse me." He breathes, and he somehow melts even more when Viktor's hand trails lower, tugging down his shorts and rubbing along the little marks they've left behind. Viktor's babbling sweet, sweet words under his breath.
"You are so soft." He pants. "Love that this is all m-mine." His hand goes from tugging Jayce's hair to squeezing along the softest part of his tummy, under his navel. "Janna, you're so— so," He trails off, with a groan.
Jayce's brows pinch when his partner digs his cock out his shorts and starts gliding his palm over both of them. His thumb collects their precum until it's slick enough to feel divine. He whimpers, thighs twitching under Viktor. "Gods, I-I know, can't help myself anymore. Not w-when you're so— mmh! Sweet to me."
Jayce is getting close, and he knows Viktor is too, judging by the way he's groping onto his tummy like he can't help himself. Jayce loves it so much, the pressure is overwhelming but it means Viktor's letting himself have what he wants. "Always wanted to be like this, m'glad s' with you." He slurs, leaning up to kiss Viktor— and then his husband's coming, and he follows shortly after.
They press their foreheads together, panting quietly. Jayce burps softly, trailing off with a satisfied moan. Viktor scrunches his nose, and Jayce chuckles. "You know you're into that."
Viktor sighs, squeezing his love handles and flopping over beside him.
"I can start a bath." Viktor says, his voice a bit hoarse, and at Jayce's happy smile, he gets up and starts a bath.
Steam curls along with the pleasant aroma of sandalwood into the air as they settle in the bath together. The hot water has them both drowsy and overly affectionate, high off the endorphins of their orgasms. Viktor's hands grope and squeeze him everywhere, and Jayce lets him do so with pleasure. Maybe Jayce is needy, and a touch too clingy, but Viktor is too. It's why they're the perfect pair.