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Rolling over in bed, Maxwell reached a hand down, releasing a slight huff from his nose as he sat up and groaned. Around him, the sheets shifted and pooled by his hips. Looking down, he smiled softly. Two tanned hands reached down, rubbing the large lump in his tummy. he’d been awoken in the middle of the night by calm movements from the skin under his belly. A blush forming on his cheeks, the brunet reached a hand over to shake his redheaded mate awake.
“David, look,” Max said with a beaming grin, “they’re moving again!”
With a sleepy groan, the freckled man sat up, bedsheet falling down past the hem of his boxers as he looked over at his mate’s swollen belly. Ruby red lips stretched across rosy cheeks, a thin hand reaching out to feel that lump in the brunet’s stomach. “I see the pups are awake when they’re supposed to be sleeping,” David purred out, reaching a hand over to turn on the bedside lamp.
Leaning down, both hands rubbed over the little bulge his partner was carrying. Smile on his face, he cupped it and leaned down as one of his pups kicked, making Maxwell’s stomach stir slightly. The camp counselor’s grin widened, a brow quirking. “You should be asleep, little one,” he cooed out, placing a kiss on that moving lump, “you might wake your brother!”
Again, it stirred, making Max shoot the man a fond look. The twenty-four-year-old pressed his lips to that moving little bump, blowing a raspberry. Vibrations trailed through the boy’s belly, making his toes curl and face cinch at the sensation. “That tickles! Stop, asshole!” Repeating the action, the ginger reveled in the little giggles that slipped from the brunet’s plump lips.
Maxwell relaxed and closed his eyes. The bed shifted with David sitting back in the bed. Lips pressed against his and he leaned into the kiss, a calm expression on his face as their foreheads rested together.
"I love you, Max…“
"I love you too, idiot…"