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“Cora-san…”
Rosinante feels a familiar forehead press against his ribs, just below the wing of his left shoulder blade. “Mm?” He looks over his shoulder, setting down the lettuce he’d been washing for salad. “What is it, Law?”
A soft sigh gusts through the air before Law purrs, “You smell so good.”
Rosinante twitches as clever fingers slip past his apron strings to tug at his woolen sweater, pulling it up so that Law can spread his hands over the swell of Rosinante’s stomach, skin on skin.
“You smell like me,” Law continues, rubbing his cheek against Rosinante’s side. “I like it.”
A breathy laugh escapes Rosinante’s mouth as he covers Law’s hands with his own. “It’s the hormones.”
“It’s sexy,” Law insists, dancing wicked fingers down to tug at the waistband of Rosinante's sweatpants. “You're sexy.”
The fact that everything he wears has to have an elastic waistband nowadays doesn't make Rosinante feel particularly attractive, but the roll of Law's hips against the back of his thigh does.
“And you're insatiable,” Rosinante chuckles as he turns to run still-damp fingers through Law’s hair. “I was going to make us lunch.”
“What if I eat you up instead?” Law asks, grinning toothily.
“I’m not sure that’s going to be a filling meal…” Rosinante protests hesitantly, but when Law tugs on his hips, he lets himself be turned around to lean back against the kitchen counter.
“Why don’t we try and find out?” Law falls to his knees, dragging Rosinante’s pants down with him. “Come on, Cora-san. Let me toss your salad, hm?”
Rosinante snickers, then he lets head fall back with a groan when Law noses at his hip, one hand creeping up to find the wetness trickling down his thighs. “Mm!”
“Well look at that,” Smug satisfaction colours Law’s voice as he lifts one of Rosinante’s legs up to rest on his shoulder. “Looks like you were hungry too.”
“I-I!” Heat flushes over Rosinante’s face and neck. One of his hands is braced against the kitchen counter, but the other comes up to hide his gasping mouth as he protests, “It’s because I’m pregnant!”
Blunt fingers nudge up against Rosinante’s hole, and he cuts himself off with a whimper when he feels a gush of slick flow out of him in response.
“Don’t lie, Cora-san,” Law says, smirking. “Look at how much you’re drooling.”
“Law!” Rosinante shrieks. He kicks his heel into the small of Law’s back in rebuke. “I’m not– It’s just the hormones! I get wet whenever you’re near me nowadays!”
“Every time?” Law asks, voice sounding strained.
“Ah. Well.” Rosinante is so mortified that his voice wobbles as he admits, “Any time I catch even a whiff of you.” He moves his hand up to cover his eyes as he whispers, “I started leaking the moment I heard you walking down the stairs this morning.”
“Cora-san.”
When Rosinante chances a peek down at Law’s face, he finds his husband looking up at him with his mouth slack, pupils blown so wide that his golden irises have almost vanished.
“Yes?” Rosinante squeaks, taken aback by the glowing adoration in every line of Law’s expression.
“I love you.”
It’s not the first time that Rosinante has heard Law say those words, but something about the way Law says them now makes his eyes start to well up. He scrubs at his face with the cuff of his sweater while he sniffles, heart flipping over in his chest. “I love you too, La-aaah!”
Law’s tongue swipes over Rosinante’s pucker before he can finish speaking. He’s always been like this—impulsive with his declarations of love, and ever reluctant to accept them in return. It’s almost like he’s afraid that if he acknowledges affection, it might be taken away.
“Law, let me finish spe–eek!” Rosinante’s voice cracks and squeaks into silence when Law moans against his hole and shoves a finger in beside his tongue, aiming directly for Rosinante’s weak spot. Rosinante’s eyes roll, but still he manages to bat weakly at Law’s head. “Law!”
“Don’t wanna,” Law mutters, working another finger in beside the first. “Let me worship you, Cora-san.”
“Why can’t I do the same in return?” Rosinante huffs, flicking Law’s ear and making him hiss. “You shitty little–!!”
“Because you’re already working hard,” Law says, sucking messy kisses up the firm bulk of Rosinante’s rounded stomach as he pushes his sweater up. “You’re carrying my child.”
“And you've been horny about it ever since you watched me piss on a stick to make sure!” Rosinante’s chiding isn’t nearly as strict as he wants it to be, not with the high keen that creeps into his voice as Law scissors his fingers inside of him. The stretch is tantalizing— enough to whet his appetite, but not quite enough to satisfy. Rosinante clenches around them, lust pulsing in his core. “Law, could you–?”
“What do you need, Cora-san?” Law laps over the reddening mark he’s left on Rosinante’s baby bump, just below his ribs. Rosinante can’t stop looking at his mouth, the way his tongue flicks out to lick at the corner of his lips. “Tell me.”
“Kiss me?”
He’s barely finished asking before Law is stretching up on his toes, reaching for Rosinante’s neck with his free hand to bend him down and bring their mouths together. Their kiss is a messy one, a hot slide of lips and tongues, perfect in every way except that it’s all too brief. Their height difference works against them, and soon Law regretfully drops back down, saying, “Cora-san, can I?”
He twists his fingers in Rosinante’s ass as he asks, and Rosinante strains forward to peck one last kiss onto Law’s nose before he says, “Yes!”
It takes some awkward struggling, given Rosinante’s change in shape, but eventually Law helps Rosinante turn around to bend and brace himself against the counter. As Law uses his knee to nudge Rosinante’s legs a little farther apart, he runs a protective hand down Rosinante’s side and asks, “Is this okay, Cora-san? Your back isn’t hurting, right?”
Truthfully, Rosinante’s body isn’t all that happy about this position, but he hasn’t been comfortable since their child started rounding his stomach and shifting his center of gravity. This is good enough. “I’m fine!” He pants, reaching back to grab at whatever part of Law he can reach and tug him closer. “Want you, Law!”
He hears Law hum behind him, shivers when his husband’s hands land on his hips, hot and possessive.
“Want you too, Cora-san.” Law grinds his erection against Rosiante’s ass, and both of them shudder when it slides up between his cheeks. “Want you so bad.”
“Then have me!” Rosinante pushes back into Law, wiggling his hips in an open invitation, too aroused to feel self-conscious about his neediness.
A hungry snarl rips through the air as Law uses his other hand to ruck Rosinante’s sweater all the way up under his shoulders to mouth at the knobs of his spine.
Shuddering under the attention, Rosinante grabs one of Law’s hands and moves it to his front. Part of him wants Law’s touch on his cock, which is hard enough that it’s starting to brush the underside of his swollen belly. Ever since they'd conceived though, Rosinante’s nipples have gotten much more sensitive, and with his sweater pushed up, the cold air is perking them up to the point of aching. Given that, Rosinante urges Law higher to give his chest attention instead.
Law’s hips jerk when he realizes what he’s touching, then he curses as that clumsy thrust slips on all the slick gushing from Rosinante’s hole and his cock fails to breach. “Fuck!”
“Here–!” Rosinante reaches back and grabs one of his ass cheeks, spreading himself wider to make it easier for Law to aim. “Please– Hn!”
With his help, Law finally manages to sink into his hole. Both of them shudder when he bottoms out, hips coming flush against Rosinante’s ass with a soft smack of a sound. Law’s fingers tighten around Rosinante’s nipple at the same time, both of them moaning as he squeezes down.
“Cora–”, Law moans, rubbing the throbbing peak in his hand with his wet fingers. “So sexy!”
Wet?
Rosinante doesn't realize he'd asked the question out loud until Law replies.
“You're lactating,” Law drives home with a hard thrust as he speaks, sending a shock of pleasure that spirals up through Rosinante's body. It doesn’t stop his words from sinking in.
“Milk?” Rosinante brings one hand up to cover Law's, smearing through the trickle of fluid that, yes, is dripping from his chest. “But it’s too early, isn’t it? The baby won't need it yet…”
“It’s for me,” Law snaps, squeezing down again, squirting another gush of milk out to splatter onto the counter. “You’ll let me suck your tits until you give birth, right Cora-san? Please? It’s for your health, you know. They're going to be sore if you don't drain them.”
Law’s cajoling is as endearing as it is transparently self-serving. Rosinante makes a noise that starts as a huff of laughter, but shifts halfway through into a whimper when he clenches around Law's cock. “A-as if you won’t get off on it, too.”
“Gonna bust just thinking about it.” Law gropes at Rosinante's front with both hands, shameless in his lust. “But Cora-san, look at you. You're already producing so much, and there’s still months to go. By the time you give birth, your breasts are going to be even heavier. Fuck, bet I'll be sharing even after the baby gets here, just to keep you half-empty.”
Rosinante bites his lip and shuts his eyes tight against the sudden arousal that surges in him as he imagines having their baby on one teat, and Law on the other, both of them hungrily sucking milk out of his swollen, oversensitive chest. “I-Oh!”
“You’re gonna have the fattest tits, Cora-san.” Law grinds his hips in small circles inside Rosinante, sounding like he's savouring the thought. “Gonna have to fill you up down below to match, or your balance will only get worse.”
Law toys with Rosinante’s nipples as he speaks, expertly flicking and tugging at the sensitive nubs. A thin keening sound slips past Rosinante’s tightly bitten lip as he feels more milk seep out, pooling where Law’s hands clutch his chest, and making the places they touch that much more sticky and slippery.
“Please!” Tingling ecstasy jolts down Rosinante’ spine and through his body to collect between his legs, pulsing in his rim where it’s stretched around Law’s cock. Law isn’t moving much, is barely thrusting at all while his attention is on playing with Rosinante’s front, and Rosinante whines as he tries to figure out how to change that. He clenches down around Law as hard as he can, wanting and wanting and wanting. Unable to puzzle words together into a proper sentence, he clutches at the countertop, shoving his ass out as he begs, “Need you!”
“Shh, I’ve got you, Cora-san.” Law drops hot, open kisses across Rosinante’s back as he comforts him. His voice is bright with a grin as he says, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you enough of my cream to make up for all the milk I’m gonna drink.”
“Oy!” Rosinante reaches back to smack Law’s hip, but then Law finishes shifting his stance and starts pounding into Rosinante in earnest. It’s all Rosinante can do to brace himself against the counter, forehead falling down to rest on his folded arms as he struggles to breathe. He can’t see his cock, hidden as it is by the way his body has changed, but he can feel it slapping against the curve of his baby bump every time Law fucks into him, sending pre-come splattering across his skin as it leaks from his tip.
“Oh! Ha–aah!” He cries out, arching his back as best he can given the ungainly proportions of his pregnancy, trying to get Law that much deeper, to fill him up that much more every time he slams into him. “Yes! Mm-!!”
Rosinante chokes on his tongue when Law grabs his chest with both hands and catches both of his nipples between finger and thumb. He rubs just so, back and forth with just enough tantalizing friction to send sparks of pleasure crackling through Rosinante's core until Rosinante tosses his head back.
“Law!”
“Cora-san!” Law’s hot breath moans humid over Rosinante’s back, curling over his skin. Rosinante sinks into the feeling of it, of Law—Law's arms around him tight, Law’s cock stretching out his hole, Law’s baby growing in his belly. Law is everywhere, inside and out, surrounding Rosinante in every way possible, caressing and possessing and loving him so completely.
“L–Uh!” Rosinante feels hot tears welling in his eyes and lets them come, soaking the arms of his sweater. “L-Love you!” He warbles, punched out and breathy with the rate that Law is fucking the air out of him. “Law! Love–! Love you!”
Law growls and grinds into him at just the right angle to light his vision with a flash of white. At the same time, his fingers clamp down on Rosinante's tits, squeezing hard enough to send jets of milk pattering loudly onto the floor.
A guttural scream tears its way out of Rosinante's throat before he bites down on his sleeve as he comes untouched, shooting streak after streak of pearly white to splash into the puddles of milk pooling at his feet.
“Khh!” Law gasps, and then Rosinante feels Law sheathe himself deep inside of him one last time as he hits his climax. “Mnn! Cora– Ah!”
Rosinante’s cock twitches at the thought of being filled up further while he’s already stuffed full with Law’s child. He’s got barely anything left in the tank—has already blown his load all over the kitchen cabinets—but he groans as he feels one last dribble of come ooze out of him, forced out by the intensity of his lust.
“Fuck!” Law curses as he slumps over Rosinante’s back, hands still clutching Rosinante's chest like it's the only thing keeping him anchored in the world. “Cora-san, you… you.” His voice is thick with the haze of afterglow, but even that one slurred word is overflowing with love.
A sudden urge overtakes Rosinante, and he twists around as best he can, grabbing for whatever of Law he can reach. He’d have been able to get his hand back around to Law’s hip before his belly had started ballooning, but right now all he can get is his leg. It’s enough. He squeezes gently as he croaks, “Love you, Law,” voice low and ragged with fatigue. When he feels Law nuzzle his back in return, he smiles, the firm press of Law's nose and the scrape of his stubble so familiar and dear.
“Tired?” Law asks, lowering one hand to twine his fingers with Rosinante’s.
“Mmhm,” Rosinante sighs. As he breathes out, he relaxes, trying to loosen up the tightness in his sore hips. This was a mistake. His knees give—just a little, but it’s enough to make him stagger. “Woah!”
“Cora-san!”
Rosinante avoids hitting the floor only because Law grabs him around the waist and hauls him up.
“Sorry,” Rosinante mumbles, embarrassed. He starts to pull himself upright using the counter as a support, but then he yelps when he finds himself swept off his feet by Law’s strong hands. “Wha–!!”
Law smirks down at him, looking smug and protective all at once. “Let me do the work, Cora-san.”
“But I’m heavy?” Rosinante ventures. It’s a token gesture more than anything else. He can tell that Law wants to do this, and Rosinante is loath to deny him, even though he can feel Law’s arms already shaking from the exertion. “I can walk…”
“You’re fine.” Law grits out between his clenched teeth, and decidedly doesn’t put Rosinante down. “You’re carrying our baby. My job is to take care of everything else.”
In the face of Law’s obstinance, Rosinante wraps his arms around Law’s neck and tucks his head under his chin. “Alright,” he says, exhaling a contented breath against Law’s skin. A selfish little part of Rosinante thinks that it’s nice to be carried like this. It makes him feel safe and secure, like he’s truly cherished and not some kind of ungainly, bloated whale.
He makes me so happy, Rosinante thinks. Happier than anyone else in the world.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” he murmurs, and gets a kiss on the forehead in return.
“Of course, Cora-san.”
And if Rosinante then hears Law mutter “Room” under his breath, right before the sensation of weightlessness associated with Law’s powers overtakes his body… he doesn’t mention it. He simply hides his smile in Law’s shoulder as he's resettled in suddenly steadier arms. After all, what is there to complain about, except that his husband loves him?