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Changmin had never found anything sexier than a heavily pregnant Chanhee, and that wasn't something he ever thought he'd think of or say before. He had been looking forward to the changes his body was going to make, but it had taken him by surprise how obsessed he was with his boyfriend's new body. Then again, what was there not to like about it?
Something about how soft and round he was drove Changmin crazy. Chanhee's once thin thighs were now full and fleshy, soft to the touch and so enticing. His hips had widened significantly, sensually shaped to a girth Changmin loved. His previously flat, toned stomach and thin waist now round and full of their baby brought butterflies to his own stomach and often left him speechless by how irresistible he was. His now chubby cheeks framed his face beautifully, making his lips poutier and his smile prettier. His hair was thicker and shinier, hanging in his eyes that sparkled far more than they ever had before. The pair of them were irrevocably in love with their soon-to-arrive daughter, and Changmin was sure his eyes sparkled at every mention of her as well.
Chanhee was the image of beauty in Changmin's eyes, and that often left him handsy and tactile. His hands were never to himself and he couldn't help it. He just had to feel Chanhee in his hands or he would lose his mind.
"Leave me alone," Chanhee groaned as he weakly batted Changmin's hands away, not meaning his words in the slightest, "I can never get a break. You're so clingy."
"Can you blame me?" Changmin questioned as he continued his ministrations. Chanhee had been laying shirtless in bed on his back, propped up by a mountain of pillows Changmin had bought over the length of his pregnancy. It was always with the excuse that Chanhee needed more to be comfortable, and while it was ridiculous, Chanhee never argued, "You're just so beautiful," he informed him as he ran his hands over Chanhee's belly for the millionth time that day alone, "I can't admire the mother of my child?"
"No, you can," Chanhee shook his head with a smile, "But I need my space too. You've been attached to my hip for weeks. Or should I say attached to my belly," he glanced down at Changmin's hands basically holding his baby bump, hands so soft and gentle as if he was actually holding their baby. Changmin was always so gentle and it made Chanhee smile, "The rest of me needs attention too."
"But I always give the rest of you attention. All the time," he corrected as he removed one hand to sneak under Chanhee's very short shorts, pawing at his fleshy thigh and feeling the way his thumb bounced back when he released pressure. Chanhee's hips jerked in response, moving the best he could while being weighed down by a nearly full term baby, "You like all the attention you get. You thrive on it."
"I do," Chanhee agreed with a whine as Changmin removed his hand, sliding higher up his shorts and resting on the right side of his now wider hips and digging a thumb into the flesh there. His butt was also softer, more to grab with how much it had grown with all the weight he had gained. Changmin was pretty handsy there too most of the time, always making sure he had a handful in his palm, "Makes me feel desired."
"Because you're so desirable," Changmin reminded, pulling his hand out from Chanhee's shorts to slide up his boyfriend's full torso to then cup a swollen breast. Chanhee moaned, the pressure of Changmin's palm applied to his sore nipple feeling so good. His breasts weren't dramatically large nor were they small, but rather the perfect size that fit in Changmin's palm. Changmin thumbed the nipple there, feeling how warm his skin was against his own, and watched as Chanhee squirmed with a frustrated frown on his face. His nipples were so sensitive still; the slightest pressure had him aching for more. There was something about his boyfriend breastfeeding that made Changmin happy. Chanhee’s body was making their baby’s food so effortlessly, and that was truly special. Chanhee did so much for their baby before she was even here and sacrificed so much for her to be healthy. Motherhood suited him so well and it drove Changmin up the wall with how much it spoke to his heart. It was arguably the sexiest thing about Chanhee: how amazing of a mother he was already.
"Don't get me riled up. I'm too uncomfortable right now," as he was all the time. Their daughter was not the smallest and she insisted on resting right in-between Chanhee's hips, making it very difficult to walk, sit, lie down, everything. Chanhee could see the game Changmin was playing at but it just wasn't an option right now, "You're just teasing me at this point," he pouted, reaching up to grab Changmin's wrist so he could pull it away. He whined at the loss of his warmth, but his poor nipple was being abused. All red and erect and so striking against his pale skin. Chanhee was surprised Changmin hadn't gotten any milk out of him, "It doesn't stop with you. You've been such a tease for months."
"Does it hurt your feelings?" Changmin asked as he moved spots on the bed to be closer. He had been sitting next to Chanhee before, but he was now moving to sit between his boyfriend's thick thighs, resting the pregnant man's on the tops of his to prop them up. They sat in an odd 'X' shape, but the elevation felt good on Chanhee's knees and lower back. Chanhee choked back a satisifed moan, knowing he was just going to be teased for that too, "I didn't think I could do that."
"You couldn't hurt my feelings. Ever," Chanhee assured as he cradled his comically large belly, letting his other hand rest where their daughter was kicking and making a fuss. She was quite the kicker and there were days where Chanhee felt his insides were being bruised by how strong she was. Surely it was all down to Changmin's genetics, "Looks like someone is awake."
Changmin switched directions and used both hands to cup Chanhee's round belly, eyes so wide and amazed by what was in front of him. Changmin was already so infatuated with their daughter, "Hello, darling. Did we wake you?" Changmin chose to ignore the incredulous 'we?' Chanhee blurted out, as if it hadn't taken the both of them to rile her up, "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to. We were just having a very important discussion."
Chanhee rolled his eyes at that, letting himself relax back into his pillows as their baby continued to kick, swift feet making quick work of his ribs. Both Chanhee and Changmin loved feeling her kick, but Changmin never got to experience the pain that came with it. He remembered those first few flutters and how soft they had been. Gone were those days and the novelty, replaced with ruthless feet and a strong baby, "I need to walk around and maybe get her to sleep again before she breaks my bones," Chanhee was ready to get up and walk around, hoping it could rock their baby asleep, but he was stopped as Changmin started to massage his belly with skilled hands, getting at the sore muscles and effectively calming their baby with the ministrations. This time Chanhee did moan, his sore and swollen body really appreciating the break he was getting from being pregnant. Sometimes the relief he felt needed to be expressed by a deep and low moan, much to his own chagrin. Changmin watched with a mischievous smile as Chanhee so easily unraveled in front of him. That was yet another thing he loved about a pregnant Chanhee. He was so easy to get to now; it was so easy to make him squirm and moan with only a few touches.
Choosing to look away, Changmin was back on Chanhee's belly, eying the movements from their daughter that he could see from the outside. It was always a wonderful sensation being able to see their baby move and it was just an insight to what they were going to be seeing once she was born. Overcome with joy, Changmin leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the stretch mark covered skin, feeling so much love for his baby in the moment, "I can't wait until you're here, Baby. I love you so much already," both he and Chanhee had dreamed of having their own baby for years and it hadn't been until the last year that they started trying for one. Chanhee had gotten pregnant surprisingly fast and neither complained about it. They had been so happy to finally get their wish, "Just a few more weeks until I get to hold you," and those few weeks couldn't arrive fast enough.
Their unborn daughter landed one more, strong kick at aimed Changmin before she was stilling and falling back asleep. He silently bemoaned the lost chance to feel her move more, but he was distracted as Chanhee placed his hand on top of his, squeezing gently enough for Changmin to look him in the eyes. Chanhee was smiling, so pretty and bright, impossible for Changmin not to smile back at the same intensity, "She loves you too."
Changmin's heart soared so happily. Chanhee and his daughter meant everything to him, and seeing both of them so content and happy with where they were made every difficult part of life worth it. Nothing made him happier than his family, "And don't forget I love you too, Chanhee," how could he ever forget to tell him, but then again, how could Chanhee ever forget Changmin loved him so?
"I know," Chanhee hummed, looking oh so content, "And I love you," he reached up and ran a hand through Changmin's hair, twirling the silver locks in his fingers, "You're everything to me," and it was true. Never before had a person meant so much to him like Changmin did.
"Good thing you're stuck with me forever," Changmin reminded, reaching forward to cup Chanhee's cheek. The round flesh fit so perfectly in his palm, so soft to the touch, "You both mean the world to me, too."
Chanhee giggled under his breath, feeling so utterly happy and lucky to have found Changmin. The happiest he had ever felt in life was when he was with Changmin, and he never planned to be too far from him. This was his life, and it was idyllic and perfect. He never wanted it to change, "I look forward to that."