Landon

“Did you do the dishes?" I asked as I walked in after work one night and set two bags of groceries and Mark’s takeout on the kitchen island. “Did you clean up in here today?”

"Yeah, I washed the dishes and mopped up a little,” he said from the other side of the couch. In these last few weeks of his pregnancy, he’d stopped getting up to greet me when I got home. Whenever he did get up off the couch, I had to pull him up with both hands. I wasn’t sure if he could get up on his own at all at this point. “Why? Did I miss something?"

I walked around to the other side of the kitchen island and stood at the end of the couch so I was facing Mark. He was laying on his back watching something on a tablet he had propped up on top of his belly. It was so incredibly cute I almost started laughing. “That’s why we have a cleaning service. They come into this house, they clean, then they leave. That’s what we pay them for. I don’t want you on your feet all day, honey."

Mark rolled his eyes, then looked over at me. “I’m not disabled, Landon. I can handle washing a couple of dishes. It wasn't a big deal, and at least I get to feel like I'm doing something other than lay around all day.”

"You're already doing something,” I said as I slid down onto the couch next to him. “You’re doing something really, really big. Something most people on this planet can't do. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, I understand. But I still don’t want to lounge around on my back, eating bonbons and watching TV all day long. I need to do something, and, to be honest, cleaning is kinda fun.” Mark laughed and shook his head.

“What’s so funny?"

“I can’t believe those words came out of my mouth. I mean, you saw my apartment before I moved out. I wasn't exactly the most fastidious person back then, before I … well, before I changed. That's certainly an improved feature to the old Mark Lewis."

“I don’t like the way you always say that you’ve changed. You haven’t really changed, Mark. All that really happened was you had some really great stuff added onto an already fabulous body. You’re the same person, you know.” I said, kissing his hand. “You haven’t turned into some other creature … or a robot.“

“That’s funny cause that’s kinda how I saw all this when it first started happening. I thought I was going to turn into a cleaning, birthing robot that had no personality. But that’s not what happened.”

“No, that’s not what happened. You’re still the man I fell in love with five years ago.”

Mark looked at me and scoffed. “We started working together five years ago. You can’t possibly have fallen in love with me back then.”

“I fell in love with you the first time I laid eyes on you. It’s taken us all these years to figure out how to come together, but my love for you was there from the very beginning.”

Mark smiled and moved his arm up, gesturing for me to crawl underneath. “I had no idea. I always had the hots for you but I figured you wanted an omega to breed with and gaze at with your dreamy eyes.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted,” I said, scooting next to him and kissing him on the cheek. “But I wanted you too. Maybe that’s why I held out for so long. I was waiting for you.” I kissed Mark one more time on the side of the head, then turned and looked at the tablet that was teetering on top of his belly. “What are you watching?”

"Oh, it’s one of those horrible natural-birthing videos on YouTube. I don't know if I can do this, Landon. It looks way too painful."

“You're going to freak yourself out if you keep watching those videos. Not all births are the same. Some are a lot easier than others. You won’t have any idea how it’s going to be until it's actually happening. Yours could be very different.”

"Yeah, I’ll be the one screaming in pain, that's how it's going to be different. Did you get my lo mein?" he asked, turning his head so that he was facing me and I gave him a kiss on the lips.

“Yeah, I got the lo mein. And a gallon of chocolate peanut butter cup ice cream, and the hot pockets you like."

"Thank you, sweetie," Mark said, kissing me again. "I'm starving.”

"Why aren’t you watching this on the big screen? We get YouTube through the TV in here."

"Yeah, I know, but it's getting uncomfortable to sit up for more than a few minutes, and I can't see the TV over my giant stomach when I'm lying down. So this is what I came up with," he said, gesturing to the small screen that was supported by three pillows.

“Very ingenious. But I think I have a better idea,” I said, standing up and offering my hand to Mark.

“What?” He didn’t make a move to sit up. He just glanced back and forth between my eyes and my outstretched hand.

“I can mount the TV on the wall. That way it’ll be up higher.”

“You’d do that for me?” he asked with a sweet smile.

“I’d do anything for you. I’ll take care of it after dinner. Now are you going to eat at the table or do you want me to bring the container of lo mein over here and dump it right into your mouth?”

"No, I'll get up and eat at the table.” Mark took the tablet off his stomach and held out both hands. “I’ve got to get up the motivation to make the big move."

I grabbed Mark’s hands and pulled him so that he stood up and slid right into my arms. He wobbled a bit, but I kept him steady and wrapped my arms around his waist as far as they would go.

“It looks like we’re trying to hold a basket ball up between us," Mark said as we both looked down at his round belly. "Only two more weeks until I’m due.” His eyes were twinkling when he looked back up at me.

"I know," I said, pushing a bit of hair out of his eyes. I kissed his forehead and let my lips linger, taking in his fabulous aroma. As his pregnancy progressed his scent changed a little and I wondered if what I was detecting was the being that was growing inside him. "I can't wait to see what our baby looks like."

“I hope he has your eyes,” Mark said, his lips touching mine softly. They lingered there for a long time until the kiss became deep and passionate, sending waves of electricity to my core.

“If you keep that up, your dinner is gonna get real cold,” I said as I felt my cock spring to life.

“The lo mein can wait,” Mark said, unzipping my jeans with a devilish gleam in his eyes. “I’m suddenly hungry for something else.”

“You’re kidding,” I said, watching him struggle to bend down and lower himself in front of me. “This is the fifth time this week.”

“I can’t help it, Landon. I’m so freaking horny. Now, help me, please. I can’t figure out how to get down there.”

I laughed as I straightened Mark back up and kissed his furrowed brow. “Why don’t we get on the bed like civilized people?”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I’m in no shape for an impromptu blowjob.”

I pushed Mark ahead of me toward the bedroom and had to stifle a laugh at the way he waddled down the hall, holding onto the walls and gripping the doorway. It was precious. But I knew there would be hell to pay if he heard me, so I kept my amusement to myself.

I watched as he tried to strip off his clothes seductively, but wound up getting his head trapped in his T-shirt for a few seconds. Then, he crawled onto the bed and stayed on all fours for a moment, but quickly rolled over and flopped onto his back, letting out a long groan. “Jesus, that took everything I had out of me.”

As he recovered from the epic jaunt from the living room to the bedroom, I couldn’t hold back my laughter anymore. But the thing was, even with the awkward movements and groaning, Mark was still the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

“Not everything, I hope,” I said as I crawled on top of his legs and ran my tongue up the length of his hard cock. “I think it’s my turn to take care of you.”

“Landon, that’s all you’ve been doing! I wanted to … I wanted …”

But the head of Mark’s cock was already in my mouth and within seconds he’d lost his train of thought.

I heard that deep moan that told me he was close to coming already when I took his entire cock down my throat, so I quickly went to work on his asshole. I slid a finger in his already slick hole, and Mark pulled his knees up so that I had better access. Then I found his prostate and kept up a rhythmic thrusting until I had all four of my fingers inside him.

Mark was writhing around and moaning louder and deeper than I’d ever heard him moan before. We’d had tons of sex while he was pregnant—sometimes with me fucking him, and sometimes like this, where I massaged his prostate. I didn’t always need to suck him off, either. He would usually come from just the prostate stimulation alone, after only about twenty thrusts. But this time something felt totally different.

I kept my mouth around Mark’s cock and cupped his balls while I continued to fuck him with my fingers. I couldn’t see anything but his belly from where I was, but I could hear the desperation in his voice.

“Oh, Jesus, Landon! Oh, fuck! That feels so incredible! Oh God, keep going! Don’t stop!”

I wasn’t sure about it at first. I’d only ever had four fingers inside Mark before. But he was begging for more, so I did what he asked. I kept going. And I didn’t stop until I realized my whole hand was inside him.

Mark was in such a frenzy I was almost afraid he was going to go into labor right then and there. His moans and cries kept increasing in volume and urgency with each thrust of my hand, and every time my lips moved over the head of his cock his entire body shuddered.

I brought my mouth up past his head one more time, then swallowed his cock all the way down my throat, and all hell broke loose. Mark bucked and gyrated his hips, and I held on tight. I kept entering him with one hand, while gently massaging his balls with the other, and I was rewarded with a massive stream of come.

As soon as it started shooting into my mouth, I gripped Mark’s cock with one of my hands and moved it up and down the length of his shaft as I sucked the head. Mark was gasping and moaning and the muscles in his legs were shaking as I continued to work his cock and asshole. Then, slowly, Mark lowered his legs and his whole body went limp.