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The Road That's Paved In Silver-Arc 2 by: Jamaican Princess (Rocquellan)

Chapter 1: silver
"Hey." Akihito flopped down on the bed beside Asami, feeling tired and just a little bit nauseous.

Asami put down the spy novel he was reading for recreation on this Sunday morning and glanced at his mate, smiling at the overall sight of him with his 'baby bump'. He could be at work, but he rather liked this sight better. "You look fine this morning."

Akihito rolled his eyes after Asami kissed him on the lips, all of him felt leadened with the extra weight. "Hey, I thought you were gonna throw me this awesome sweet sixteen bash thing with lots of pocky and cake and presents."

Asami smiled. "It might be your birthday soon, but I'm the one getting a pretty amazing gift later on."

Akihito smiled when Asami rubbed softly along his stomach with his words. He could feel the emotion and heat rising rapidly inside him at the man's touch. "Think so...?"

Asami's grin turned wicked and his eyes sparkled, then he kissed his lover soft and slow and long, licking into his mouth and tasting him. Beautiful.

Akihito moaned. He hadn't gone into heat since his pregnancy, but he was really horny. More than usual, if that was possible. He widened his legs and Asami slipped a hand below the waist of his pants, took him in hand and started stroking firmly. He pulled back and moaned, looking into Asami's eyes.

"You want more?" Asami asked while he kissed along the soft skin of Akihito's collarbone, feeling the gooseflesh rise on his skin. He squeezed the length of his shaft harder, fingering his balls in between.

Akihito grimaced slightly. "Not yet, I'm still sore from last night." A recurring theme, those words. Asami wanted to fuck him too much; too often, too hard. Too damn good.

And by sore, Akihito meant he'd punch Asami in the face if he so much as blew on his ass. But Asami felt his lover should understand, shouldn't he...that it's not Asami's fault he can't leave such perfection alone. One perfection out of many...

"Blowjob then?" Asami asked, even while he was shifting down the bed between his lover's legs that widened invitingly for him.

Akihito laughed. "You have to ask?"

Asami used his free hand to push Akihito's t-shirt up, rucking it under his armpits while he peppered little butterfly kisses and licks over where the future generation of Asami resided. It looked like a medium sized soup bowl was in his lover's stomach, but it was sexy as hell and damn if it didn't make Asami feel closer to his mate than ever. It made him smell all the more sweeter too. He kissed over the bump, down the line of baby soft hair under Akihito's navel until he was licking along the curve of his pubic bone. Akihito moaned impatiently, even while he teased him into frustration.

"Please, just..." Akihito whined, muscles tense and dick leaking from the strain.

"Want my mouth on it?" Asami asked, while his tongue teased the slit at the tip slowly, fingers gripping the base.

Akihito nodded frantically, his hazel eyes glazed over with lust. "Yeah, just..."

Asami eyes narrowed. Akihito always stuttered off into nothingness whenever he was to say what he wanted. Asami was good at reading him, but he wanted to hear the words. "Say it."

Akihito swallowed thickly. "Since the first time we met, your mouth have this really deep obsession with my dick, so start sucking..."

It wasn't polite, but it was extremely effective. Akihito gripped his hair and shoved his hip up and Asami just opened his mouth and took him to the back of his throat, closing his lips around the base and suckling softly while he fondled Akihito's balls and fingered his opening. It was worth it to hear every high pitched whine and soft growled groan and moan that left those sinfully younger lips. He permitted his lover to ride his face until he was spilling down his throat, and when Asami drank every drop of Akihito's sweet nectar, he made him return the favor.