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Pale, white rays of light sneaked in through the narrow openings of the master bedroom’s blinds and rested on a couple sleeping peacefully. Their feet are tucked up messily and seem to clasp tightly together, with some parts fully hidden beneath the blanket while other parts poke out, creating a confusing scene where one cannot discern whose foot it might be.
Carlos slowly opened his eyes to a soft chuckle right beside him. He frowned upon seeing the sight of his husband trying to hold in a bigger laugh. He mumbled, voice still raspy, “What’s so funny in the morning?”
“Nothing. Just admiring your beauty,” Alex let out another giggle. “You look so angelic with that untidy bed hair baby,” he remarked with a yawn.
Carlos rolled his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he got a little flustered after that compliment - the last thing he wanted right after waking up was being teased by his husband because he got embarrassed way too easily. “Yeah, and your hair doesn’t need the bed to be untidy,” his voice was laced with light-hearted sarcasm.
“Are you sure it wasn’t because you gripped my hair so violently last night?” Alex raised his eyebrow as his lips swung right into a triumphant smirk. “It’s your fault,” he continued as Carlos slowly propped himself up to a sitting position, “maybe you should compensate me for that. You know, I worked so hard to get my hair to the state it is today… I’m not blessed with good genetics unlike a certain someone.”
Carlos didn’t answer. Instead, he clutched his husband’s crotch and started to rub the still enclosed dick. He knew how to wipe out the smug expression from his man fast. “Maybe the good genes are for something else.”
Alex’s face contorted in surprise but he quickly regained composure - he was just as competitive as his husband, if not more. As Carlos pulled down his boxers and worked on his half-erected cock, Alex decided he could not slack off and let his pregnant husband do all the work. His now free arm, still slightly numb from supporting the weight of Carlos’ head earlier, now reached for his husband’s round asscheeks. “Wow, glad that the pregnancy pilates classes actually paid off. For that price, maybe I shouldn’t expect anything less,” he commented with genuine astonishment, then he dipped lower and lightly brushed the rim of Carlos’ entrance.
Carlos huffed and yanked himself away from his husband’s hand, “No need, still okay from yesterday.” He steadily climbed onto Alex’s lap, one hand steering his husband’s dick right up into his already leaking hole and barely lowering his hips so only the tip went in. “What are you waiting for? Help me. I’m the pregnant one here,” He breathed out with much annoyance, and another eyeroll appeared.
“I tried to, but you insisted on doing things your way instead,” Alex never backed down from his partner’s provocations, a trait he sometimes wished he could fix. Nevertheless, his hands landed on Carlos’ hips and gently guided him down. To his begrudging wonder, he slid into Carlos smoothly as the walls expanded and contracted ever-so-naturally to embrace the shape of his dick, which made both of them shudder lightly. Alex then methodically thrusted his cock up and down into Carlos while steadying the man on top of him with his arms. “Rest your hands on my stomach. Or on my thighs, whatever feels more comfortable,” he whispered with ragged breaths in between.
Carlos dropped his head back and sat down completely as he supported himself on Alex’s thighs. He was touching the bedsheets from his knees down to his toes, damping some places with sweat. Droplets of sweat also trickled down on his forehead. He rocked his lower body forward, trying to synchronise with Alex’s movements.
Alex tried to accommodate his husband and moved one hand behind Carlos’ back to hold him up, meanwhile, his other hand tenderly caressed the 5-month baby bump. He asked absent-mindedly, “Do you think the baby can hear us?”
“Shut up.” Carlos glared at him and continued to grind down. “Focus on making me come, cariño.”
And Alex did. He quickened his pace and aimed more skillfully at Carlos’ favorite spots, which earned him some high-pitched moans and a spray of come on his stomach. He then gently guided Carlos up before finishing by himself.
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Carlos used all his strength to get out of bed and trudged towards the bathroom. Only when he had regained some sort of clarity that he realised he was drooling so much there were white lines across his mouth. So that’s why his husband was laughing at him, not because of the whole beautiful hair crap. “Alex!!!” Carlos pouted as Alex chuckled outside.
After finishing his morning hygiene routine, Carlos strolled towards the kitchen to make some tea for his husband, who was making the bed after lying lazily on it through the post-nut bliss which probably took too long.
While he waited for the water to boil, Carlos heard from the bedroom, “You don’t need to strain yourself to make tea for me.” Alex said hurriedly, voice muffled through the walls, “Please wait for me a little bit, I will make breakfast for you right away.”
“Just make sure you tidy your hair!” Carlos shouted back.
As Carlos took out the Earl Grey tea and poured some into a cup, he heard footsteps drawing in closer. Alex’s arm encircled his belly and bound their bodies closer until no gap existed anymore. Alex then planted a few soft kisses down the line of his nape before inhaling in deeply, nose nuzzled between Carlo’s neck and shoulder.
“Do you think you might want,” Alex hummed, “some sexy kitchen sex?”
After finishing his question, Alex could sense Carlos’ eyes rolling even without seeing the man’s face. Of course, his husband turned around and pushed him away with so much determination that Alex did not dare to pursue any further.
“Stir it yourself,” Carlos commanded, “and make me pancakes.”
“Yes, sir.”
Their morning passed as usual. Alex made breakfast while Carlos sat at the dining table and moisturised his belly, either zoning out or thinking about his itinerary for the day. Noises of pancake sizzling and spatula clinking with the pan filled the house alongside yellow light from fully opened windows.
After Alex plated the pancakes on the table, he kneeled down and kissed the baby bump. “Eat well, okay?”
Carlos did not answer, but he pulled Alex’s face up for a light peck on his forehead. A comfortable silence followed languidly as they had breakfast together. Carlos had his pancakes plain while Alex added some maple syrup and whipped cream.
Obviously, since it’s very wrong to make a pregnant person do chores, Alex was the one who did the dishes. Carlos sat idly and savored some blueberries, contemplating what food he should have for lunch and dinner.
Later in the morning, Carlos would have a model shoot (he’s still working even when he’s pregnant - very diligent indeed) for a pregnancy-friendly activewear line, which included some very stretchy but supportive maternity leggings. He was still deciding whether he should order lunch at the studio or invite Teto out for brunch before heading for the shoot. In the afternoon, he would have a pregnancy pilates class. After the class, should he go straight home or go shopping? There are some hair products he wanted to try out, maybe he could also window-shop fancy watches. But he could learn some arts and crafts at home. Ever since he learned to embroider the chili, Alex’s bags and clothes never saw relief from his practice. A giggle followed that thought and he took out his iPad to draw some new designs.
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“Carlos! No goodbye kiss?” Alex shouted from the door, now fully dressed with a sleek, navy blue two-piece suit.
Carlos rolled his eyes again but ambled towards Alex nonetheless. Juxtaposed with his husband, he thought he looked like a mess with a baggy T-shirt that sagged all over his butt. He fixed the loose maroon tie and gave his husband a light peck on the lips. “Okay, now go. Do your finances or whatever.”
Alex broke into a warm smile and pulled his husband in by the waist for a deeper kiss, his tongue lightly brushing all over Carlos’ mouth. Carlos savored the sweetness from his husband’s breath - probably from the maple syrup earlier and grabbed his husband's hair to steady himself. The kiss ended with Alex biting his husband’s bottom lip and smooching his cheeks gently.
“Now go.” Carlos said curtly as he folded his arm and rolled his eyes again. Try though he might, he could not hide affection from glistening in his big, round eyes.