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Stebbins lounges on the worn leather couch in their dimly lit apartment, his swollen belly protruding prominently under the thin fabric of his oversized t-shirt. At seven months pregnant with twins, his body has transformed dramatically, his once flat abdomen now rounds out into a heavy dome, stretched taut and veined, carrying the weight of Richard's seed.
The hormones surge through him relentlessly, igniting a fire in him that no amount of rest can quench. His cock twitches against the loose sweatpants, already half hard from the mere thought of touch. He shifts, one hand rubbing circles over his bump, feeling the twins kick in response to his restlessness. The ache between his legs intensifies.
Richard enters the room from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel, as Stebbins's partner in crime and the father of the twins, Richard knows every curve and craving of his body intimately.
Their life together has always been a mix of zombie killing and heat, killing rotters by day, fucking like animals by night, but pregnancy has amplified everything. Richard's eyes lock onto Stebbins's flushed face, then drop to the visible bulge in his pants. A smirk curls his lips. "You look like you're about to burst, Bill," he says, voice low and gravelly.
Stebbins groans, spreading his legs wider on the couch. "Fuck, Rich, I can't take it anymore. These hormones are killing me. My dick's leaking just from sitting here, and I feel so empty."
He palms his erection through the fabric, hips bucking up involuntarily. The twins shift inside him, adding to the pressure. Richard tosses the towel aside and crosses the room in two strides, kneeling between Stebbins's thighs. His hands grip Stebbins's knees, pushing them apart further. "Then let's fix that. Can't have you suffering."
Richard leans in, nuzzling his face against the swell of Stebbins's belly, kissing the taut skin through the shirt. Stebbins shudders, threads his fingers into Richard's short hair, pulling him closer. "More," he demands, voice breathy.
Richard obliges, lifting the shirt to expose the full globe of Stebbins's pregnant belly. He licks a stripe up the underside, tasting the faint salt of sweat, then presses open mouthed kisses along the stretch marks that map Stebbins's transformation.
One hand slides up Stebbins's thigh, cupping the heavy sac of his balls through the pants, squeezing gently. Stebbins moans, cock throbbing harder, a wet spot forming on the front.
"Get these off," Richard growls, tugging at the waistband. Stebbins lifts his hips, helping as Richard yanks the sweatpants down, freeing his thick cock. It springs up, veined and flushed, pre cum beading at the slit. Richard wraps his fist around the base, stroking slowly from root to tip, thumb smearing the slickness over the head.
Stebbins's head falls back against the couch, mouth open in a silent cry. "Yes, fuck, just like that." But it's not enough; the emptiness gnaws at him. "Please, Rich. Fuck me. I need you inside me now."
Richard chuckles darkly, releasing Stebbins's dick to unbuckle his own belt. His pants hit the floor, revealing his erection, thick and long, curving slightly upward, already dripping with anticipation. He spits into his palm, slicking himself up with rough strokes, eyes never leaving Stebbins's desperate form. "On your side, babe. Can't have you on your back with that belly."
Stebbins complies eagerly, rolling onto his left side, propping his head on one arm while the other cradles his bump.
After some preparation, Richard positions himself behind, one arm wrapping around Stebbins's waist to hold him steady, palm splaying over the twins. He lines up his cockhead with Stebbins's entrance, pressing forward slowly. The resistance gives way as the thick tip breaches him, stretching the ring of muscle.
Stebbins gasps, pushing back to take more, the burn mixing deliciously with the relief. "Deeper," he pants, clenching around the intrusion. Richard thrusts in steadily, inch by inch, until his hips meet Stebbins's. Fully sheathed, he pauses, letting Stebbins adjust, kissing the nape of his neck. "So tight, even after all this time."
Stebbins whimpers, rocking his hips to feel the drag of Richard's cock inside him. The fullness hits just right, pressing against that spot that makes stars burst behind his eyelids. Richard starts moving, pulling out halfway before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that's deep and punishing.
Each thrust jolts Stebbins's body, his belly jiggling slightly. Richard's free hand reaches around to jerk Stebbins's cock in time with his hips, twisting on the upstroke. Pre cum slicks his fingers, making the glide easy.
The room fills with the sounds of their fucking, wet slaps of skin, Stebbins's moans escalating, Richard's grunts of effort.
Stebbins's libido, fueled by the pregnancy, demands more; he reaches back, nails digging into Richard's thigh. "Harder, Rich. Please. Make me cum all over your hand."
Richard obliges, hips snapping faster, cock pistoning in and out with brutal force. The couch creaks under them. Stebbins's hole flutters around the invading shaft, milking it greedily.
Sweat beads on their skin, trickling down Stebbins's. Richard leans over him, careful not to crush the belly, and captures his mouth in a messy kiss. Tongues tangle, teeth nip, as Richard fucks him relentlessly. Stebbins breaks the kiss to cry out, his orgasm building like a tidal wave. "I'm close...fuck, don't stop."
Richard's strokes quicken, hand flying over Stebbins's dick. With a strangled shout, Stebbins cums, ropes of thick semen spurting onto the couch and his own thigh, clamping down vise like on Richard's cock.
Richard follows seconds later, burying deep and unloading, hot jets of cum flooding Stebbins's insides. He rides it out, grinding against Stebbins's prostate until every drop is spent. They pant together, Richard still plugged in, softening slowly.
But Stebbins's eyes flutter open, a sly grin on his face. "That was good, but I'm not done. These hormones... I need more."
Richard laughs, pulling out with a wet pop, cum leaking from Stebbins's stretched hole. "Greedy as ever. Let's get you to the bed."
He helps Stebbins up, supporting his weight as they shuffle to the bedroom. Stebbins's legs wobble, but his cock is already stirring again, half hard and glistening with remnants of his release. Richard lays him down on a pile of pillows, propping his hips up to ease the pressure on his back.
Kneeling between his spread legs, Richard eyes the mess he's made.
"Look at you, all fucked open and still wanting." He dips two fingers in, scooping out some cum and pushing it back in, making Stebbins arch.
"Use your mouth this time," Stebbins begs, hand fisting the sheets. Richard grins, lowering his head. His tongue laps at the rim, tasting himself, circling the sensitive flesh before delving inside. Stebbins keens, thighs quivering as Richard eats him out, sucking and probing with his tongue.
The slurping sounds are obscene, Richard's nose bumping against Stebbins's balls. He adds fingers, two then three, scissoring to stretch him further while his mouth works the leaking cock above.
Stebbins's hands fly to Richard's head, holding him in place as pleasure coils tight.
"Suck my dick...please Richie." Richard obliges, hollowing his cheeks around the shaft, bobbing deep until his throat constricts.
Stebbins fucks up into the wet heat, belly bouncing with each thrust. The twins kick again, as if protesting the rough treatment,
Richard's fingers curl inside, hitting his prostate repeatedly, and Stebbins shatters once more, cum shooting down Richard's throat. Richard swallows every bit, milking him dry with his mouth and hand.
Pulling off with a gasp, Richard wipes his mouth, cock rock hard again from that whole display.
He flips Stebbins onto his hands and knees, though modified for the belly, Stebbins's chest rests on the bed, ass high. Richard mounts him from behind, sliding in easily thanks to earlier events.
This angle lets him go deeper, cockhead nudging Stebbins's depths. He grips Stebbins's hips, careful of the swell, and starts thrusting with long, powerful strokes.
Stebbins pushes back, meeting every plunge, the slap of their bodies echoing. "Yes, fuck."
Richard's pace turns feral, sweat dripping onto Stebbins's back. He reaches under to tweak Stebbins's nipples, swollen from pregnancy, pinching until milk beads at the tips. Stebbins moans louder, the dual sensations overwhelming. Richard's balls tighten, and he slams home, cumming again.
They collapse together, Richard spooning Stebbins from behind, cock still nestled inside.
But Stebbins's hand eventually wanders back, stroking Richard's thigh. "Round three?"
Richard groans, but his dick twitches interest. "You're insatiable."
He rolls Stebbins onto his back gently, settling between his legs for a slower, more intimate fuck. Face to face, they kiss lazily as Richard rocks into him, grinding deep.
Hours pass in a haze of lust. Richard takes Stebbins missionary, then Richard rides him with his head thrown back in pleasure. They switch to the shower, water cascading over their joined bodies as Richard pins Stebbins against the tile, fucking up into him with urgent thrusts.
Stebbins cums twice more there, once from Richard's fingers in him while sucking his cock, the other from the relentless pounding.
Back in bed, exhausted but sated for the moment, Richard massages Stebbins's belly, feeling the twins settle.
"You okay now?" Stebbins sighs contentedly, hole sore and leaking, cock finally soft. "For now. But tomorrow... well that's a different story."
Richard chuckles, pulling him close. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
Their night stretches on, bodies entwined, the promise of more heat lingering in the air. Stebbins's libido, a wildfire stoked by pregnancy, ensures Richard's care is never ending a perfect balance of crime and carnality.
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Stebbins wakes in the dead of night, the apartment silent except for the distant hum of New Chicago. His body aches in the best way, remnants of their earlier marathon still tingling. But the hormones don't sleep; his cock stirs against the sheets, hard and insistent. He glances at Richard, snoring softly beside him, arm draped protectively over his belly.
Stebbins bites his lip, hand slipping down to stroke himself slowly, but it's not enough. He needs Richard's touch, his thickness splitting him open.
Shifting carefully, Stebbins straddles Richard's waist, the weight of his pregnant form making him pause to balance. He grinds down, feeling Richard's cock harden beneath him even in sleep. Leaning forward, Stebbins kisses along Richard's jaw, nipping at his earlobe. "Wake up, Rich. Your pregnant idiot needs you."
Richard stirs, eyes opening to the sight of Stebbins hovering above, belly round and inviting, cock dripping onto his abs.
"Fuck, Billy," Richard mutters, hands immediately gripping his hips. "Can't get enough, huh?"
He bucks up, sliding his erection along Stebbins's. Stebbins moans, positioning himself and sinking down slowly, impaling on the full length.
The stretch burns anew, delicious after the earlier abuse. He rides steadily, hands on Richard's chest for leverage, belly swaying with each bounce.
Richard watches, mesmerized, one hand rubbing the bump while the other jerks Stebbins's cock. "Ride me hard, darling. Show me how bad you want it."
Stebbins obliges, lifting and dropping faster, ass clenching around the shaft. Sweat slicks their skin, Stebbins's moans filling the room. He cums first, spilling over Richard's fist, then Richard thrusts up, filling him deep.
Morning light filters through the curtains as they stir again. Richard makes breakfast for the group who at the moment are helping this elderly couple fix their electricity because at least their libido is not out the ass no pun intended, but Stebbins can't keep his hands off of Harkness bending over the counter for a quick fuck from behind.
Richard obliges because of course he does, plunging in, dishes forgotten. It's fast and dirty, cum dripping down Stebbins's thighs as they eat with the rest of the group, who pretend this isn't awkward in the slightest.
The day unfolds in lazy lust. They lounge, Richard's fingers never far from Stebbins's, teasing and probing him. By afternoon, Stebbins is on his knees, sucking Richard's cock with sloppy enthusiasm, belly brushing the floor. Richard face fucks him gently, then pulls out to cum on his tongue.
Evening brings more, Richard eating Stebbins out on the balcony, hidden by shadows, then fucking him against the wall. Stebbins's orgasms blend into one endless wave. Richard cares tirelessly, ensuring every craving is met, their bond forged in passion and peril.
And this ladies, gentleman, and everyone inbetween is why the poor Nomads lived with Tressler and the sweet old couple down the hall. Because for a month straight this was there life.
Okay maybe not a month, but awhile.
The Nomads went as far as Indiana to get away from their love, I mean lust.
Possibly Ohio.
Who knows.