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Oswald always knew Ed was a good cook, but this felt like too much.
Anytime Oz came home, he could always find Ed in the kitchen, in front of him having him try a new dish, or reading with a new snack cooling off. With all the food that’s been available for him has definitely made him pack on some extra pounds. And Ed loves it. Any chance he can get, he’s always grabbing the extra fat from the stomach/thighs of the shorter man.
“You’ve become such a glutton.” Ed started once, kneading Oz’s stomach while in bed, “I’m so proud of you” His voice had this gravel to it that made Oswald melt into praise he was given.
One day Ed had Oz on the couch, he got him two boxes of donuts. “You’re not getting up until you finish all of this.” He said.
And Oz would never say this to Edward but his food always seems to get better . Each meal gets tastier than the last, to the point where it’s almost orgasmic. Sometimes he wonders if he would eventually pass out from the sheer deliciousness of Ed’s cooking. Even when he brought home snacks, they’d always taste amazing too, not like something Oswald could find in a local store.
“Look at you, so wonderfully full.” Ed cooed, rubbing Oswald’s stomach after an especially big dinner.
“Mmm~.” Oz was barely listening. He didn’t usually get tired after meals but the mix of Edward’s soft voice, the warm hand massaging his abdomen, and night of warm food filling his stomach to the brim made him feel like sleeping in his lover’s lap forever. “Hey, Ed?”
The taller man stopped his teasing to reply with a soft, “Hm?”
“I love you so much.”
He could hear a quiet but noticeable gasp from Ed but he promptly replied.
“I love you too. So, so much.”