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Stell was pouting as he poked at his lower abdomen that had softened a little during the course of SB19's North American Tour.
Pablo giggled at Stell's antics, joking, "Baka magka-dimple ang baby natin nyan,"
That remark earned the leader a glare and a soft, "Sira ulo. Kaka-AU mo yan,"
Pablo shrugged and continued to tinker on the song he'd fed into Bandlab. He was seated beside Stell on his bed, the leader's head resting on Stell's broad shoulder. Without lifting his gaze from the song he was working on, Pablo used his peripheral vision to observe the younger man. "Seriously though, ano ba ginagawa mo jan? Nag-iisip ka bang magpa-tato?"
Stell softly clutched at his own red hair. "Eh di kinalbo ako ng biyenan mo, di ba?" before shivering a little. Stell loved his hair.
It was Pablo's turn to whine. "Eh ano nga?!" He softened the complaint by taking Stell's left hand and kissing the ring Pablo had placed there himself mere weeks ago in front of a New York Justice of the Peace and only the other three SB19 boys as witnesses because the five of them had gone the Bruno Mars route: it was a beautiful night and they were looking for something dumb to do. That dumb thing ended up being getting legally married during the middle of their tour, not that Stell nor Pablo regretted it or anything. There was still the matter of telling their families, though -- their MOTHERS. Oh, well. At least the news will be a good Christmas gift. Still, Pablo made a mental note to bring ear plugs that day. For now, though, he was very curious about why Stell seemed determined to make his firm stomach a trampoline for his fingers.
Pablo had his answer when Stell gently positioned Pablo's head on the headboard so Stell could lie across Pablo's lap and bring his hand on top of Stell's belly.
Stell's lower lip was adorably stuck out as he complained, "Tumaba akoooo,"
Pablo grinned and dropped a kiss on Stell's brow. "Itong hubby ko, mareklamo po. Opo. Ganda-ganda ng katawan, o," he punctuated the last word with a tap on Stell's perfect nose.
The younger man's face then took on a nonplussed expression. "Pinakasalan na kita. Hindi mo na ko kelangan bolahin,"
Pablo grinned, placed his phone on the nightstand and gave Stell a peck on the lips. "Hindi bola kung totoo. At magiging tapat ako sa iyo, asawa ko, buong buhay ko," he swore.
"Kahit maging squishy na tummy ko?"
"Kahit maging squishy pa buong katawan mo. Pero kung gusto mo, tutulungan kita mag-burn ng calories right now,"
That got Stell grinning back. "Ilang calories?"
"Mga 600 daw an hour, and we don't even have to leave this bed,"
Stell pointed at his abs. "Okay, game. Gawin mo kong hard, ha."
Pablo was laughing as he pulled Stell up for a kiss.