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Jesse slumped himself against the front door as soon as he got inside, Lukas was setting their things aside and taking off his jacket. “Hey, you okay? You’re slouching.” Jesse groaned in response, undoing the top button of his white dress shirt to pull it over his head and pull himself out of his binder. “Ah- You’re wearing that again?”
“Yeah..” He straightened out his back, listening to every annoying micro crack before loosely putting his shirt back on. Lukas pulled Jesse towards himself, loosely holding him by the waist.
“Jess, you already got them removed..” He put his hand up his shirt, gently tracing the scars with his thumb. “You don’t have to keep wearing it, you just have a bigger ribcage, hun.”
“Yeah, but it still looks like I’ve got tits.. Plus, they’re kinda coming back..” Jesse huffed, putting his hand over Lukas’. “You know that I didn’t get them completely removed, I was just hoping maybe my boobs would stay gone. Breast reductions can usually stick but I guess my genetics love having boobs.” Lukas chuckled, kissing him on the forehead and causing Jesse to sneer at him jokingly.
“I thought you liked having them though! Or, well neutral..” Lukas snickered, “I’m the one that liked them.”
“And I am, Lukas, what I’m not neutral with is being referred to as a woman.. I haven’t dealt with having all my soft girly features all my life just to stay girly, bleugh.. makes me wish I was an Admin sometimes, you saw how Romeo could just change appearance at will— that’s, objectively, awesome!” Jesse pushed against Lukas’ babying, peppering kisses on his face and petting him. There was a time and a place, and it was now, but that didn’t mean Jesse was happy about it.
“I love you juuuust the way you are…” Lukas pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, kneeling in front of him to pepper kisses on his stomach.
“Luuukas..” Jesse whined, pushing him away and pulling his shirt down.
“Hey, I wanna see- You’re so pretty, baby..” He lifted his shirt, chuckling at the slight pudge Jesse was putting on. Most of Jesse’s weight went to his lower regions or his chest when it evened itself out, but Lukas personally adored the tummy he’d get between eating, rubbing his stomach and feeling the light fuzz. “You’re like a little kitty sometimes.. You’re so soft!” Jesse’s face flushed red when it set in what Lukas was doing, putting his hand over his face and pushing him roughly.
“Ugh-! Lukas! Grooooss!” Jesse tucked in his shirt and adjusted his suspenders, kicking his shoes off and running off to another side of the room. Jesse’s disgust didn’t fool Lukas, quickly catching onto the short chuckles from him while whining about his behavior.
Lukas smiled, quickly sweeping Jesse off his feet and carrying him— Jesse barely tried to run off anymore, being an entire foot shorter than Lukas made him an automatic loser most of the time and if he did try running off it often took breaking things to get Lukas to stay behind a little bit. “Yoooink.” Jesse’s face twisted into disapproval.
“Ugh, Lukas, saying ‘yoink’ out loud? Are you serious?” He raised an eyebrow, Lukas only smiling a little wider and kissing him on the cheek. “Looooser.”
“I’m gonna blow raspberries on your tummy!” Jesse’s expression changed to fear, squirming in Lukas’ grasp and palming at his face in an effort to get him to let go.
“Noooo- Ew! Lukas! Aaaghh!!” Lukas ignored Jesse’s protest, snickering to himself. He struggled opening the door to their bedroom, Jesse even reshutting it when Lukas managed to turn the knob, earning a frustrated grumble out of him.
Lukas laid Jesse down gently on their bed, holding him in place from Jesse inevitably trying to escape Lukas’ little body worship episodes. While they did make him feel better, there was always a deep feeling of embarrassment and shame that he got from Lukas just being reassuring about his body.
He undid the button to Jesse’s pants and pulled his shirt off, Jesse instinctively covering himself— mostly that it was kinda cold. Lukas always had a dumb grin plastered on his face whenever he did this which was the annoying little cherry on top for Jesse, besides the part where he usually liked to use an annoying baby voice against him whenever he was a little too combative towards his advances.
He did truly just love Jesse’s body, muttering sweet nothings to him about it whenever he got the chance or squeezing at softer bits of his body— surprisingly not his ass. Jesse had a strange amount of actual muscle there versus fat, Lukas didn’t discriminate, though. His rule of thumb for Jesse’s body was mostly just if he could feel it and squeeze it, then he loved it. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the boobs sometimes, but he loved Jesse himself over his body any day. Lukas settled between his legs, starting with peppering kisses on his face. “Look at how pretty you are..” Jesse groaned in annoyance, covering his face. He smiled warmly, squishing one of Jesse’s pecs to get his attention.
“Hey-! That’s the thing I’m upset about in the first place, Luke…” Lukas snickered, squishing both. “Uuuugh.. You are just so handsy sometimes, you know that…”
“They’re not that bad at all, Jess, I got a big chest too..” He massaged them gently, tracing over the scars below them. “It’s still very flat too.” He pressed his thumb over one, barely needing to push in to feel the muscle, Jesse was just reading too far into having little ‘manboobs.’
“Yeah, Lukas, but there’s the difference.. You’re pure muscle, you’re supposed to have those, I just got weird little boobs..” He shook his head.
“Oh, you know that’s not true Jesse, there’s muscle here-“
“But then there’s the fat,” Jesse sighed, they were better than when he had full D cups, but his recent bouts of dysmorphia plagued his brain ever since he started trying to put on more muscle being a little too lean for his liking as an already short individual. “I got very soft girly features, Lukas, this shit sucks.”
“I like your soft girly features, baby.. You know I like having stuff to grab.” He chuckled, earning a disgusted groan from Jesse.
Jesse paused before realizing why Lukas seemed to stop, “Wait- hey!” He grabbed one of his thighs, squeezing gently. Jesse kicked at Lukas, him only pressing a warm kiss to his lips to calm him down.
“Mmmh- relax-“ Lukas struggled to pull his pants down while Jesse kicked like an agitated horse, getting a slight knee to the stomach before pulling them off. “Ow, rude, Jess.” He rolled his eyes.
“Lukas, this is gross.. I’m gross, bleugh!” Lukas pulled his panties up from almost coming off in the process of taking off his pants, a smug grin on his face when Jesse yelped from him ever so slightly snapping the waistband and watching the subtle skin jiggles. “Aw- Fuck you!”
“We can do that later, honey, after I make you feel pretty.” He peppered kisses on his body, Jesse complied begrudgingly but quickly switched to protest when he felt Lukas start rubbing his cheek on his stomach.
“Lukas! What the hell?!” Lukas laughed, smooching his stomach.
“It’s soft! Like a little kiiitty…” Jesse groaned, pushing Lukas’ face away. “You’re like an ocelot sometimes, you know that? You’ve even got big green eyes like mine does..”
“Gah- I’m nothing like a cat! Maybe Aiden was right when he called you a dog…”
“He called me a dog?” Lukas chuckled, rubbing Jesse’s stomach. “The little body hair is like some underbelly fuzz, heh.”
“…I should’ve left you outside that night in the treehouse.” Jesse sneered, Lukas beginning to laugh. He only ever accepted belly rubs when he was seriously ill with a stomachache of any type, then he would demand them out of Lukas.
“I’m hurt.”
“Be hurt- Ow!“ Lukas had taken a bite of Jesse’s inner thigh, notably an area where Jesse had some of the most fat. “Quit that!” He snickered, kissing the bite mark.
“Can’t help it, you have like, the perfect little pear body shape..” Lukas cooed while Jesse grit his teeth, reaching from his spot on the bed to flick him on the forehead.
“Are you about done with this?”
“Do you feel pretty?” Jesse rolled his eyes.
“I’m always pretty. Just.. Pretty girly.” He muttered to himself, crossing his arms. “Plus, I’m getting fat.”
“Then I’m not done.” Lukas hugged his stomach, squeezing him slightly and peppering embarrassingly loud smooches.
“Lukas! UGH- I’m pretty, I’m pretty!” Jesse squirmed, attempting to push him away.
“You’re lying about what you think now, you can’t take it back!” He continued kissing him, “You’re not even overweight..”
“I technically am, though, I’m 135 lbs at 5’0”—“
“Muscle’s super dense, honey, the fat is just standing out more. Your little tummy doesn’t even stick out like that.” Lukas kissed his top surgery scars, Jesse’s reddened face of embarrassment cooling down to a soft warmth in his cheeks. “Fuck, you’re hot..” He chuckled to himself, “If I wasn’t doing this for you I might’ve just had my way with you.. So pretty… Who would ever look away from you?”
“Oh, keep it in your pants, Luke, I didn’t ask to be drooled on…”
“I have very good self control.” Jesse stared at him blankly. No, he didn’t.
Jesse sighed, going limp for a while as Lukas ravished his body mindlessly. He was being weirdly fixated on his stomach, so he was definitely using Jesse’s dysmorphia as an excuse to rub his face on it. For reasons beyond him, but he didn’t mind for the most part, Lukas just had a tendency to get a little too excited about it. Jesse scolded him whenever Lukas ended up biting him—by the end of this, like other sessions, he would likely have hickeys littered all over his body. He didn’t like getting bit, not that he knew of, but he tolerated it, it was just a little strange anywhere other than his neck. “Squish, squish,” Lukas grinned, squeezing Jesse’s admittedly barely grabbable love handles, he had a relatively small waist, fat just really liked to pool in his thighs. Jesse squinted up at him, “Hi, pretty.”
“Lukas, you’re just grabbing bone.”
“I’m taking what I can get.. I’ll make sure I have more to grab the next time you whimper.” Lukas kissed his cheek. Jesse adjusted himself tiredly, turning himself on his side.
Jesse yelped when Lukas took the chance to smack his ass, having gotten sick of Lukas’ shenanigans he sat up just to shake him violently. “Lukas! No!” He only received laughter in response, Jesse pushing him on his back and straddling him. Then he shut up.
A dark red quickly showed up on his face, chuckling nervously. “…You are such a perv, geez, dude.“ Jesse smiled, giving him a quick kiss before laying back down.
“Hey, wait..” Lukas nudged him, “you smiled honeeey…” kissing his temple, “You know that you’re the most beautiful being this world has ever created?” Jesse rolled his eyes.
“Okay, Lukas? That’s super debatable over me just being pretty.”
“It’s true thoooough…” Lukas cooed, peppering kisses on his cheek, a deep sigh emitting from the brunet.
“…Fine.” Lukas squinted, turning Jesse’s face to look at him.
“Say yes.” Jesse scrunched his nose at him.
“…Yes.” Lukas smirked when Jesse visibly blushed after saying so, quickly averting his gaze from Lukas.
“That’s my pretty boy!” Lukas pressed a warm kiss to his lips, quickly settling himself to spoon Jesse and pull the blanket over the two. “Mmmh… My prettyyy..” Lukas was still handsy with Jesse after it all, kissing the back of his head, patting him, rubbing his stomach.. Jesse would just have to deal with it. He didn’t mind.