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“You know what the worst thing is?” Aizawa muttered, leaning back on the sofa with a heavy sigh.
“Feet swelling.” Yamada prompted, paintbrush in hand as he stared thoughtfully at his partner’s swollen belly. “Back ache. Uuuh, weird cravings?”
“No.” The man flinched as the brush began to tickle him, painting streaks of orange on his skin.
“Not fitting into your favourite comfy pants anymore?”
“No.”
“C’mon, give me a hint here.”
“I can’t have coffee anymore.” Aizawa sighed even heavier, slumping further, wrinkling his nose as Yamada laughed at him.
“Ah, why didn’t I think of that one?” He chuckled, reaching over to the palette of body paints. “Not long now, you’re ready to pop!”
“Don’t remind me.” Groaned the tired man, though he shouldn’t help but let a soft smile curl his lips in response to the blonde’s wide grin.
“Now hold still, I’m nearly done with this.” Yamada gave the other’s stomach a quick kiss before getting back to work.
The expanse of Aizawa’s belly was painted in a light orange, his pregnant stomach looking like a large orange ball at this stage. The orange paint was swapped out for brown, and Yamada began adding detail to his artwork. A stalk was added, along with lines and grooves along the orange, turning the orb into a rather detailed pumpkin.
“This feels nice.” Aizawa sighed, eyes looking a little heavy. “Wish you could do this on my back.”
“Maybe later, I’ll turn your whole body into a canvas, Sho’.” Yamada beamed at him, beginning to add darker brown and black to the design to make a carved pumpkin face.
“You’re not taking any photos of this. Nemuri will never let me live it down.” Came a warning with a light glare, making the blonde laugh again.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. This delightful view is for me and me alone!”
It wasn’t long before Yamada was finished, dropping his brushes and the body paint onto the coffee table. He grinned at the sight, Aizawa lounging back with a delightfully detailed pumpkin painted on his pregnant stomach.
“You look so cute.” Yamada gushed, crawling up onto the sofa to snuggle next to his husband. “My li’l pumpkin pie.”
“I only agreed to this because you said you’d help me wash it off and give me back rubs.” Aizawa gave him a tried smile, leaning heavily against the other. “But it was nice. Kinda relaxing.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”