Self Indulgent

Oswald was beat.

A soft whimper, equally gained from both pleasure and discomfort, escaped his lips as he shuffled back on the couch, only disturbing the taught, round stomach which would have loved to rest on his lap had the waistband of his pants not prevented this from happening. It felt as though the fabric of his black cotton shirt, so tightly pressed against his skin, was lined with little blades at the creases whenever he took a breath and it cut into him, even more, when he took deeper ones.

It wasn't worth the pain.

But then again, there weren't many sweet treats left out from the spread he'd set out for himself. Just one more couldn't hurt, could it? Just one more bite of those delicious cookies, or a dip of his finger into that cake, or a corner from one of those brownies couldn't do much harm at all. He decided to go for it and picked up a plate.

As if on cue, Edward walked into the room and, much to his surprise, found Oswald sitting on the couch indulging in a buffet of sweets laid out on the coffee table. He had baked these confections earlier today just for his husband's pleasure, but he didn't expect to walk in on him devouring them so soon after being made. He looked at the table and picked up from the telltale crumbs and empty plates how Oswald had worked himself through half of almost everything. What a greedy boy. His husband has done this before and each time Edward had warned him about overdoing it. Though he did quite enjoy his lover's girth, he wouldn't want him to make himself sick.

"Now, Oswald, I hope you haven't overdone it. The last time you couldn't move and I had to help you to bed." He crossed his arms as he stepped up to the couch. "But to be fair, I liked helping you up to bed," he said with a chuckle.

Looking up from the plate at the sound of his husband's voice, Oswald felt his face grow hot. He made an attempt to push himself up from his relaxed position, feigning easy mobility.

"Ed..! Ah- I'm... no, I'm alright, I just... I think I got a little..." he paused for a moment to think of the right words. "Carried away?" His cheeks were on fire, a wave of embarrassment rushing over him. He should feel ashamed, but honestly, he didn't. He couldn't. "I'm fine. Really," he assured Edward.

"Well, okay, I believe you, but let me help you with a belly rub anyway." Edward sat on the couch next to Oswald.

"No need for you to feel embarrassed about any of this, my love. This isn't the first time I've caught you indulging, remember? Besides, I wouldn't have baked all of these sweets if I didn't want you to eat them." He slowly started to unbutton Oswald's shirt, freeing his round, tight belly from the fabric. "Maybe next time you could invite me and we could have a little fun together."

"I will next time, I promise." The little bird would make sure that Edward would be with him the whole time to witness him stuffing his face. Not only would he be feeding himself, but he'd also be feeding his lover's kinks.

"I'll hold you to that promise." Edward rubbed his hands together, warming them up before resting them on Oswald's belly, and started to rub circles into his skin. "There you go. You'll feel better soon."

The plump little birdie closed his eyes and sighed a breathless little sigh of comfort as the man he loved rested his hands on his swollen belly, enjoying the circular movements.

It was beyond bliss.

After a moment of basking in his lover's warm, relaxing touch, Oswald opened a single eye and peeked up at his pretty Eddie.

"You know..." His voice was sly as if he had a plan spinning around in his head, which he most certainly did."I'm not quite finished yet." he hinted, both eyes now open and glancing from the table to his lover. "I—I thought maybe I'd had enough, but that time has passed. There's still a little empty space that I can feel... Only if you'd like." He licks his lips and felt himself pouting slightly. He knew fine and well what his lover would like.