Would you like Dessert?

⇠Mine forever, Promise⇢

Simon glanced at himself in the mirror with a deep scowl on his face, the bright red Christmas sweater Drake begged him to wear clung to his belly tightly, the sweater only covered past his navel revealing about four inches of his doughy flesh. Pushing it up toward his moobs while his love handles spilled from underneath. Butch titled his head to the side a few times, before blinking slowly and started licking his paw. Glaring at the feline the younger male blew out air and walked toward his dresser grabbing some slacks he already knew wouldn't fit. Grunting a few times when the button wouldn't meet the fabric. Growling softly, Simon grabbed a hair-tie from his dresser tying it around the button a few times, then gave Butch a few scratches behind the ears and headed out the door. 

As Simon walked toward the deck of the ship, Christmas music filled the air, as well as the smell of fresh baked cookies and other treats. The male's stomach growled softly, putting a hand on his stomach, he surveyed the deck admiring the large round tables that were positioned a few feet away from each other. As well as the bright red and white decorations Drake and his co-workers were forced to tape up at the last minute. After finding a lone table near the back of the deck, Simon shifted in his seat as his stomach slowly expanded forward, pressing against the tight button. Simon held his breath while Drake slid into view, holding a large silver tray with drinks on it. Once their eyes met, the older male glided across the deck, toward him. 

"Are you doing okay, you look like you're going to throw up." He whispered. 

Simon's eyes shifted down towards his jeans, before nodding his head quickly. Drake stared at the male for a few moments before being called away. The younger male imagined what Drake's face would look like if he told the other his jeans don't fit anymore and he had to use a hair-tie in order to keep the button on. The image sent a whirlwind of a mixture of pleasure and dread through him. Yes the sex with Drake was always amazing, as well as the feeding, but half of Simon dreaded that's all their relationship was. Did Drake even love him? Or was he just some side hook up that he'd forget as soon as the cruise was over? If that were true, was all of this worth it? Shaking the thoughts from his head, Simon quickly stood and started putting a few sandwiches and other food onto his plate, then grabbed some punch afterward. Once he sat down Simon picked at his food, taking small bites as he watched Drake laugh at something his co-worker said, before hurrying off toward a nearby table. 

Simon stood up and shuffled toward the food table after finishing his food and drink. He scanned the table for a few moments before grabbing various sweets. Half of him realized he was being silly since Drake had never made him think he'd go. But a small voice in the back of Simon's mind warned him that all it needed was one minor incident for them to split away. Simon is left alone in his room with his one book, which he hasn't touched since meeting the other man, and his needy cake, who bothers him at all times. Simon sighed and returned to his table. It felt like hours before Drake returned to the table, sitting down next to Simon. "Are you sure you're alright? You barely touched your food." He asked, setting a hand on Simon's. 

"Just thinking, plus this sweater doesn't exactly fit well." Simon replied. 

"I think you look hot, like a big Christmas cookie." The older male laughed. The pair was silent for a long moment, Drake watched Simon for a moment, clearing his throat. "I got you something." He stated, changing the subject quickly. 

Simon pushed his plate away, drinking the rest of his drink before turning toward the other male. Drake made a distressed sound, before rummaging through his apron for a few minutes. Eyes glancing around the deck as he pulled out a small black box. "It's nothing special, I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me." He started, sliding it across the table. 

 Simon locked his gaze on the box for a few moments, breathing deeply before exhaling. His hands shook as he took the box from the table and carefully opened it below. Inside was a little black ring with a ruby in the center. Simon nearly dropped the box when Drake slipped the ring out and put it onto his finger. "I had no idea what your gemstone was, so I took a stab in the dark." If it's wrong, we can have it replaced in the next city." Drake smiled as he spoke.

"It's perfect." Simon sobbed, hand over his mouth. "Is this a promise to find me after my vacation is over?" He quizzed. 

Drake chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his head. "I might need to save up a bit more before then. But I promise you won't regret waiting for me." He answered. 

"I expected to be spoiled when you decide to visit me." Simon teased. 

"Of course, who else would feed someone as picky as you." The older male scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

"I'm not picky, I just know what I like." The younger male huffed, puffing out his chest slightly. 

"Sure, i'm sure just anyone would scramble across town to find the one kind of cake you like." He explained.

"I'm sure I would find someone, there are millions of people who are into fat people." Simon informed the other. 

"I doubt they'd be able to keep up with your appetite, you are a greedy hog after all." Drake teased. 

"Are you calling me a pig?" Simon gasped. 

"The biggest..." Drake whispered, leaning forward and kissed Simon gently.