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At this point in their relationship, Touya wasn’t sure if he admired Keigo’s ability to coax through life completely unbothered by his peers or if he found it ridiculous.
He didn’t really have time to dwell on the sentiment, too focused on glaring at any and every bystander who bothered to spare even a passing glance in Keigo’s direction. Some of them, the more insecure students, were likely gossiping. Keigo had always been pretty well known around campus, even before the pregnancy. Being captain of the cheerleading squad came with a certain level of celebrity that had elevated him to the top of the high school food chain almost instantly. Before the pregnancy, Touya had found a sort of allure in fucking the most popular guy in school. Now however, it might’ve been nice not to have any and every kid on campus in their business.
Even worse than the gossipers, were the jealous fiends who Touya knew still wanted a piece of Keigo pregnant or not. Those kids pissed him off the most—eye fucking his boyfriend with this desperation in their eyes that made him sick.
Wannabes…
And Keigo noticed absolutely none of it.
He just waddled along, dragging Touya by the hand, six-month pregnant belly leading the way to their usual lunch spot on the roof. By the time they reached the stairwell, Keigo was breathing heavy and slowing down, completely unaware of all Touya had done to make sure they remained unbothered. Still, seeing Keigo like this worried him a bit.
“You know we can eat in the cafeteria with everyone else,” Touya suggested, not because he actually wanted to, but because stairs were getting harder for him with each passing week and the last thing they needed was for him to topple over. He’d suffer through the attention to keep his boyfriend and his baby safe.
Keigo insisted on their daily rooftop lunches though. Touya thought it was a bit cliché, almost like Keigo was trying to use him to live out his closet shojo anime fantasies, but he didn’t mind. It was fairly private up there, and had allowed for more than a few kinky quickies before the back pain had really started to settle in.
“No. I like it up here. It feels… normal ,” Keigo mused, ascending the stairs with one hand firmly on the railing and the other guarding his belly, “And we won’t be able to do it when I get really big…unless you wanna carry me up here.”
“You have wings,” countered Touya, as he rubbed a cherry red feather between calloused fingertips, “Couldn’t you just fly?”
“Hmm…” he ruffled his feathers a bit, like he was actually considering it, but mostly to keep Touya from tugging at them, “I probably can’t expand them in such a small space.”
“Please don’t try.”
Keigo rolled his eyes. As if the idea were even plausible. Touya had seen him make dumber decisions. He’d participated in most of them even. They’d agreed to have sex without a condom (multiple times) after all.
Outside the weather was almost perfect—warm but not scorching hot. There was minimal wind. Keigo plopped down with his back against the fence, the relief of being off his feet plastered all over his face.
He immediately made grab hands at the bentos Touya carried, and despite his best effort to look irritated, Touya felt a surge of pride at being able to provide something for his pregnant boyfriend—even if he wasn’t totally making them himself. Fuyumi did most of the work. After reading a handful of mommy blogs she’d found on Twitter, she’d suddenly become an expert on pregnancy nutrition; if she wanted to help Touya pack a well balanced meal, he wasn’t complaining. It was better than Keigo feeding their unborn baby buckets of fried chicken on a nightly basis. Touya wasn’t one hundred percent sure he wasn’t doing that anyway honestly.
Still, Keigo didn’t seem to mind the healthy selection. Most days he was just hungry and today seemed no different. He dug right in and shoved two rolled omelets into his mouth with a satisfied grin.
“Slow down or you’ll choke,” Touya warned.
“I can’t help it. I’m starving!” He shoved a large tomato wedge in his mouth next, completely ignoring Touya’s warning. “Can we get fries after school? I’ve been having this really weird craving for french fries and mayonnaise.”
“Should you be eating fried food?”
“It’s one time,” Keigo pouted. “You’ve already cut me off from anything else delicious. Please.”
Just like that, any resolve Touya had for Keigo’s health melted. He wouldn’t consider himself easy to negotiate with, but he’d been far more inclined to cave to Keigo’s ridiculous requests after putting a baby in him. He had sympathy for him having to carry around their child all day. That was all.
“Fine! Just stop looking at me like that.” Already he could see Keigo beaming and he couldn’t allow himself to lose that easily. “But you’re getting a small,” he quickly added. A feeble attempt to retain some of his dignity.
Keigo frowned, placing a hand over the roundest part of his stomach. He was laying it on thick today.
“The baby wants an extra large. I can tell. They wont stop moving.”
Touya couldn’t hide his bitter expression. At this point in the pregnancy, the baby was constantly moving around, giving Keigo butterflies and causing him frequent discomfort. Yet not once had they kicked hard enough for Touya to feel it. No matter how much they talked to them, no matter the time of day, there was nothing. The doctor said it could happen at any time now—that these things were different for all pregnancies. He would never admit it aloud, but it had been weeks and he was starting to feel a bit insecure about it—rejected even.
He couldn’t hide the cold tone in his voice. “Well when they decide to move for me too, maybe I’ll consider it?”
“They might, if you give them what they want.”
“Don’t think just because you word it like it’s the baby trying to convince me, I’ll cave.” As if he hadn’t caved once already today. Pregnant Keigo had turned him into a sucker. “I know this is just you trying to take advantage of me.”
“I would never!”
Yet, when the time came, Keigo would surely bat his bright, blonde lashes and Touya would probably give in and let him have a medium, but he would feel like he won at least. They both would. Until then, Touya pretended Keigo and this baby didn’t actually have him wrapped around their fingers. He couldn’t take his eyes off him, even during a task as mundane as eating lunch.
He wasn’t sentimental, but he enjoyed their private moments—watching Keigo place his hands over his stomach with every flutter, or whisper to his stomach when he thought Touya wasn’t paying close enough attention. These calm, intimate moments would probably be few and far between when the baby was actually here, but he was fine with that. He was mentally cataloguing them to keep him sane on those days where the baby had them so stressed, they couldn’t stand to look at each other.
Keigo wasn’t exactly supposed to catch Touya staring. He liked to do it in secret, passing glances, so he wouldn’t be spotted doing something so vulnerable. Keigo’s bright red cheeks and flustered grin made getting caught almost worth it.
“What are you staring at?” He asked, quickly trying to shove something in his mouth and turn his face to hide his reaction.
“Making sure you don’t die. You’re still eating pretty fast over there.”
Just as quickly as it came, Keigo’s blush faded and his brows creased into a hard line. “Way to ruin a moment. I thought you were gonna say something cute.”
The thing about Keigo’s mood was, it shifted pretty quickly, even before the pregnancy. It was hard to tell exactly what he was thinking or feeling at times. Touya wasn’t one to force it. He understood, but he also knew how to interpret what Keigo wanted from what he didn’t say as well.
Touya set his bento down and crawled between Keigo’s legs, placing a hand on his cheek. He could feel the lingering warmth beneath his fingertips. “You didn’t fall in love with me cuz I said cute shit.”
“Oh yeah and why did I fall in love with you?”
Keigo was trying to resist the urge to melt right into his hand and Touya relished every moment. It felt like payback for how easily Keigo had him crumbling at his will just a few moments earlier. Milking this moment for everything it was worth, he brushed his thumb just over Keigo’s bottom lip and resisted the urge to bring his own towards them. He bent in close, letting his lips linger just barely out of reach.
“Because I’m hot and I’m amazing in bed?”
Keigo rolled his eyes before closing the gap between them. His lips were always so soft and despite his effort to tease him, Touya let himself fade easily into the kiss, only stopping when they both pulled back to breathe.
“And so modest,” Keigo panted before Touya was on his lips again.
He leaned in, wanting to be as close to Keigo as possible when their lips pressed together. He hadn’t meant to get this excited, but there was a familiar heat running through his body, especially below the waist, that was making it almost impossible to pull back.
He was slipping a hand under Keigo’s shirt when he pulled back.
“You know how bad I’ve missed being with you, but we can’t do this here.”
Normally he wasn’t pushy, but he couldn’t help himself when he was already hard and Keigo was so close. “We haven’t had sex in what? A month?”
Sneaking around on campus had gotten harder since Keigo had gotten pregnant. They’d never been caught, but just the stigma of a pregnant teen had teachers watching them like hawks. It wasn’t like the damage hadn’t been done already, but more than once Keigo had told him stories of an instructor making a snide comment about how hard things would be for them once the baby came, or how he should’ve been more careful. He hadn’t wanted to risk even trying to slip into an empty classroom these days.
Touya’s house was basically off limits. For a man who wasn’t winning any father of the year awards any time soon, Enji had flipped shit when he told him he was going to be a father. He hadn’t explicitly said Keigo was banned from their home, but after the way he’d reacted, bringing him over didn’t seem like the smartest idea.
That left Keigo’s place. Touya had snuck in a handful of times and it wasn’t that hard. His parents weren’t that attentive, but the Commission liked to keep a close eye on their prize student. Sneaking around behind the backs of the Commission was pretty stupid, but they’d had sex in worse places in an effort to avoid getting caught.
“I know but my back will be aching all fucking day and lunch is almost over.”
“I can be quick,” Touya promised, but Keigo’s raised brow told him he wasn’t buying it for a second.
“Since when?”
“Well you’ve never complained before.”
“And I’m not now…I just…maybe we can wait until after school? If we’re gonna start this again, I want to do it on a bed, my bed, where we can take our time and be comfortable.”
Emphasis on comfortable. Impromptu sex had definitely become a thing of the past. Gone were the random bleacher hook ups and quickies in empty classrooms. Even without the constant stares and monitoring, Keigo could only manage so many positions for so long. It would never work.
“Fine, but…” Touya grabbed Keigo’s hand and firmly set in on top of his crotch. It was all but aching at this point, “If I have to walk around campus with this hard on for four more hours, I want you to at least know what you’re missing out on.”
Keigo’s eyes went wide. He bit at his bottom lip so hard, Touya was almost sure he’d draw blood for a moment. “ Fuck …Four hours isn’t that long right?”
“Please, for you? That’s an eternity. You can barely sit through a two-hour movie without complaining.”
“Well maybe I could give you a handjob or something?”
“Oh God, what are we? First years?” Touya had touched himself enough in his last month of celibacy to last him a lifetime. He wanted the real thing or nothing. “I can hold out for half a day until we finish school.”
“Well longer than that…I still want fries.”
“Of course. Well I can hold out ‘til then too. Come on, the bell is gonna ring soon.”
Keigo’s half-eaten lunch was basically forgotten at this point—discarded lazily beside them on the concrete, neglected and picked apart. Touya would’ve preferred he finish but it was his own fault for distracting him.
Maybe he’d be nice and let him have the large fry?
X
Their after-school fry excursion led them to some fast food place on the corner by the trains that Touya had little interest in. Despite his ritzy upbringing, he liked greasy food like any other normal teenager. At the moment he was just far too occupied with staring at his boyfriend to care about much else.
It was always intriguing to him to see the mundane things that absolutely made Keigo’s day. Touya let him get the large (with little resistance on his part honestly) and even that small gesture had Keigo beaming with joy. With every bite he hummed in satisfaction, as if he were eating a gourmet meal and not three dollars fries that were probably several hours old. He let his free hand cradle his belly, gently rubbing in circular motions—an adorable nervous habit Touya wasn’t sure he was even aware of.
And all it did was make Touya want to fuck him more.
It was all he’d been thinking about all day honestly. He couldn’t focus on his English lecture—not that he ever really did. He was a useless science partner during his physics lab. He didn’t even attempt his math assignment. He’d been so consumed with thoughts of Keigo and actually getting him to bed, that he’d basically given up on being a functioning member of society all day. Even now, he could hardly do much else but stare at him while trying to keep from getting hard in the booth of a fast food restaurant.
“You’re not gonna have any?” Keigo asked, in a soft, almost longing tone that did nothing to help Touya’s attempt keep his composure. A limp, greasy fry dangled in front of his mouth. “You should eat something. You didn’t eat much at lunch.”
“Pretty sure that’s one of my lines,” he replied, eating the unattractive looking fry for the sole purpose of appeasing his boyfriend. He wasn’t really hungry, at least not for food.
“Just ‘cuz I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you sometimes.”
Touya smirked, reaching across the table. His fingertips danced along the edge of Keigo’s arm, just enough to tickle and tease him. “You take care of me plenty in other ways.”
Snatching his hand back, Keigo’s eyes darted around the lobby. No matter how nervous he acted, there was a dusting of color against his cheeks that told Touya he wasn’t that upset. “Don’t joke about that here. Someone could hear you.”
“Since when do you care about that?” He laughed, “How would that be any different than when we have sex under the bleachers—you didn’t seem to be shy then. What about that time in the history room, or the library? The teacher’s lounge! There was even that time in the bathroom between passing period—”
The only thing stopping Touya from continuing was the handful of fries suddenly occupying his mouth. It was all Keigo could do to shut him up. “When you list it out like that I sound like an exhibitionist.”
“You kind of are,” Touya coughed, struggling to swallow the lump of fries in his throat, “But I like it. I honestly don’t remember the last time we had sex in a bed. Sounds pretty vanilla in comparison.”
“Well maybe vanilla will be nice? It’ll definitely be easy on my body.”
Considering he looked rounder and more uncomfortable every day, Touya couldn’t argue. Still, he wanted a little excitement.
“Can we at least try some fun positions?”
Keigo pursed his lips, waving a fry near his face as he considered the idea. “Maybe? Depends on how this little guy is feeling. I thought they’d fall asleep eventually but nope. They’ve been super active all day. Must not wanna miss out in the action.”
Of all the visuals, this was the absolute worst one Keigo could’ve given him in this moment. He dropped his head into his hands with a harsh groan. “Why would you say that now? That might be the closest you’ve ever come to killing my boner—I don’t want to think about our kid being awake when I’m trying to plow you into a mattress. Makes me think they can hear us.”
“Pretty sure they can. They should even be old enough to recognize voices by now.”
“So what you’re telling me is we’ve probably already traumatized them beyond repair?”
“Don’t say that!”
“I’m just saying, by that logic he already knows that his dad likes it when I lick—”
Touya had never seen Keigo look so scandalized. He quickly covered his ears as if that somehow translated to the baby not being able to hear them. “Don’t finish that sentence. I don’t even care what it is.”
“See? Point proven. The damage is probably irreparable.”
Despite the fact he was joking, he really hoped that wasn’t true. It wasn’t like he or Keigo had the cleanest mouths. The last thing he wanted was to scar their child before they ever even had a chance.
“Just like your ruined chances of getting me in bed later.”
The sound of Touya almost choking on a stray fry echoed through their tiny booth.
“You’re not serious?” He coughed into his hand.
Keigo stared back at him with heavily furrowed brows before his face melted into amused laughter. “ No …but you should’ve seen your face.”
“Well I’m glad you’re so amused with yourself.”
“Gotta have some fun while we still can, right?”
“Does it have to be at my expense? I almost died.”
“You’ll be fine,” Keigo said, waving his hand. “But because I’m so nice, I won't keep you waiting any longer. Let’s get out of here.”
It was almost embarrassing how quickly Touya was out of his seat, the heat between his legs building with anticipation. If he was visibly hard, he didn’t care. To hell with everyone in this stupid fast food restaurant. In fact, he hoped they saw. He hoped they could sense just how horny he was. This was a man who hadn’t had sex in a month—a man who was finally going to get to taste nirvana again. Maybe he wanted to brag about it just a little? He’d take Keigo back to the restroom and fuck him in a stall where everyone could hear if he thought his boyfriend would let him, but that was probably never happening again.
He’d been a lot less open to public sex ever since he’d gotten pregnant, which was a shame really. Something about already being enough of a PSA against teen pregnancy without the threat of someone catching them. At the moment, Touya was so repressed, he didn’t care who caught them. Anything was better than late nights alone in his room, getting hand cramps while trying to finish himself off to thoughts of his boyfriend. He wasn’t that desperate.
At least not today.
X
Touya wanted to ravish him the minute they walked through Keigo’s bedroom door, but he refrained. Foreplay was still a thing, a thing Keigo appreciated, and they were in no rush. Unlike at his own house, where someone was around almost twenty-four seven, Keigo’s parents were hardly around…and they don’t much care when they are. It was the commission they had to worry about. In retrospect, that’s probably what made it so easy for them to sneak off and make a baby in the first place, but even if they couldn’t sleep together here, they had no problem making it work elsewhere. This was just the only place with the bed Keigo so desperately desired.
“So where—” Touya started, until a sudden tongue in his mouth caught him off guard.
Keigo had already dropped his bag. His arms were wrapped around Touya’s neck so tight he was uncomfortable, but he barely registered that when Keigo began nipping at his bottom lip.
“ What are you waiting for?” He asked, his voice dripping with desperation. “I thought you were waiting all day for this?”
He had been, but he’d also been trying to practice at least a little self control. It had been a while since they’d actually slept together. Things were different—Keigo was bigger. It was easier to make him uncomfortable. Touya had thought he was being considerate when in reality, he’d wanted to rip Keigo’s clothes off back in the living room and fuck him right on his parents’ couch. They probably wouldn’t have even noticed.
He sure as hell didn’t have to be asked twice.
“Then take your clothes off.”
“ You take them off.”
The anticipation had been killing him all, but what was a few more minutes?
“Bed,” was all he could manage and Keigo didn’t hesitate to lie down on his back.
Keigo had always been something of a sight to behold. His bold red wings created a startling backdrop that only added to the overall appeal. Touya had never considered himself someone who was easily enamored with well, anything… but even he’d admit, it was hard to see Keigo walking down the hallway and not want a piece of him. The confidence he exuded was just as breathtaking as the subject himself. Keigo knew he was untouchable. He thrived on it really. There was an almost magical allure to the idea that he was always so close for most people, yet so tantalizingly out of reach.
Luckily, Touya had never really believed in magic.
He’d known the moment they’d first locked eyes in home room— the first time he’d ever seen Keigo genuinely look flustered by anything —that he had him right where he wanted him. No amount of playing coy, untouchable, or hard to get, was going to deter Touya. It had only made the whole ordeal more enjoyable.
And while Keigo was alluring from afar, Touya soon learned, he was most irresistible in moments like this—hot and wet, with his eyes all but screaming at Touya to finish him off before he’d ever even laid a finger on him.
Reaching for his pants button was different with his belly hindering him a bit, but Touya managed. In a weird way, it only turned him on more. There was something about the idea of being able to take care of him, mixed with knowing he’d been the one to impregnate him in the first place. It tapped into some sort of purely primal instinct of his.
Maybe it was the fact they hadn’t been intimate for the longest stretch of time since they’d started sleeping together? Maybe Keigo was just that enticing, but Touya could already feel himself throbbing as he slid Keigo’s pants below his thighs and tossed them to the ground.
“If you weren’t already pregnant, I swear I’d put a baby in you right now.”
“Saying shit like that is what got us into this mess,” Keigo all but purred as he pushed onto his elbows and pulled him into a sloppy, desperate kiss.
When he finally released him, they were both panting for air. It took all of Touya’s willpower to keep himself focused, but what little control he had was quickly feigning at the sight of Keigo breathing heavy beneath him.
He made quick work of Keigo’s bottom shirt buttons, just enough to expose his stomach, before battling with his own pants button. The tension between them was thick. Keigo’s eyes were wide, waiting and wanting, as if his entire life had been leading up to this moment.
Slowly Touya leaned in, lips pressing against Keigo’s collar bone in an effort to set the mood. His hand glided under Keigo’s shirt, his palm resting against his chest and squeezing gently. He sucked harder and Keigo’s hips bucked beneath him.
“ Fuck…” Keigo moaned.
“ Watch your mouth.”
“But they’re so sensitive. I didn’t—just squeeze harder!”
From what Touya could tell, most parts of Keigo’s body were more sensitive now. They hadn’t actually discussed how much softer his chest was—not noticeable through his shirt yet, but noticeable enough for Touya. Then again, Touya had all but memorized every part of Keigo’s body by now. He noticed every subtle change, every minute difference, and he was almost ashamed of how easily it all got him hard just thinking about it.
He squeezed harder this time, pressing down as he pressed his hips against Keigo’s. In return, Keigo wrapped his legs around Touya’s waist, pulling him in closer. The first thing Touya noticed was just how hard Keigo was. His eyes drifted down, only to notice a small dark spot forming from where he was literally leaking in his underwear.
He would‘ve commented on it, if Keigo hadn’t taken a hold of his collar and yanked him so close their noses were touching.
“You’re playing around,” he growled. It was a low, throaty sound, almost primal even. Touya wasn’t sure he’d ever heard anything like it come out of his mouth before.
“I thought you liked foreplay?”
“Well I changed my mind.”
“What about your back?”
“Fuck my back. I want you inside me. Now. ”
He didn’t have to tell Touya twice. He didn’t even bother pulling his pants off, just shoving them to his knees and sliding inside Keigo with a soft grunt. Keigo moaned beneath him, his eyes squeezed shut and fingernails digging deep into his back. He was sure to leave marks, but Touya was too wrapped up in the ecstasy and warmth of being inside him again to care.
Beneath him Keigo’s face seemed to display a mix of pleasure and pain. He rocked against Touya, pressing his hips against him. Every inch of him seemed to be vibrating, from the tips of his wings all the way down to his toes.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this!”
Touya was inclined to agree. There was something special about being inside Keigo, pregnant or not. He couldn’t keep his hands off of him. He felt so familiar, tight and warm, exactly as he remembered. It took all his focus not to blow his load within the first thirty seconds, but he refused to underperform now. They were moving in perfect harmony, Keigo’s hips matching his motions and reminding Touya just why they were ideal for each other. It was better than he thought and then…
He was mid stroke when it happened—Keigo’s eyes popped open wide with something that resembled fear and his nails dug into his back hard enough to break skin.
Touya stopped immediately.
“What? Am I going too fast?” Maybe he’d gotten too excited? He’d tried to be gentle, but it was hard to control himself once he was inside. Like an addict, his instincts had taken over.
“N-no you’re fine. I just…”
Touya was expecting a cramp, or maybe back pain. He prayed to God it wasn’t a contraction. It was far too soon for that, but then Keigo was taking his hands in his own and spreading them over his belly.
“Holy shit…” Touya whispered.
He didn’t understand at first, but then he felt soft thumps against the palm of his hand. He pulled his hands back and pulled out before sitting on the edge of the bed. He needed a moment to process what was happening. “Is that? ”
“Mhmm…” Keigo giggled, fishing for his underwear and sliding them back on. “I told you they’d move if you gave them the french fries.
Touya was still trying to think as Keigo slid into his lap. “Wanna feel again? They’re still pretty active.”
After all the time he spent waiting for his kid to actually kick for him, Touya found himself hesitating. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so nervous about anything. He hadn’t even been this nervous when he’d told his family Keigo was pregnant.
Yet while he was freaking out, Keigo was grinning ear to ear, unable to contain his laughter. “Pfft—your face! Why do you look like you’re about to pass out?”
“I just—I can’t believe—”
“He’s just kicking is all!”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not really. Unless they kick especially hard against an organ or something.”
Touya couldn’t even imagine. Even now, as he felt the child, his child, thump gently against the palm of his hand.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t believed this was happening. He’d seen Keigo’s test. He’d been to the doctor’s appointments. He could see him physically growing, but he couldn’t feel the baby the way Keigo could. It hadn’t fully hit him that this was an actual person— a living, breathing person —they were bringing into this world until he could feel them for himself. This solidified it. This made it real.
They were having a baby. A baby they had created together, and that baby was finally making their presence known to Touya too.
When Keigo finally stopped laughing at him, he rested his head in the crook of Touya’s neck. “What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know. Everything. Nothing. This is just so surreal.”
“I know. It’s weird. It’s really happening.”
“We did this,” Touya sighed, “We actually did this.”
“In the teacher’s lounge no less.”
Even Touya couldn’t help but smirk at that. “Yes, in a teacher’s lounge…we’re never telling them that by the way.”
“You want me to lie to our child about their conception?”
“Absolutely. Tell them we made them in a bed, or the back of a car, like normal parents.”
“Speaking of beds…” Keigo mused, “We have a perfectly good one right here and some unfinished business…if you’re still up for it of course?”
He lifted Kiego, and dropped him back onto the bed, even more eager now than he had been when they’d first planned this.
“As if you even have to ask.”