Sugar Daddy | Johnil

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It was late at night and that's all Taeil really wanted to know. Marshmallow was hungry -- the excuse he always uses to get away with stuff -- and Taeil needed to attend to his starving unborn child. It's only right he fed him when he needed it and not because Taeil was craving some watermelon.

It was late at night and Taeil was in the kitchen, light dimmed down as to not out himself to the wolf aka Youngho, as he ventured for the sweet, juicy redness. He was cladded in his silk pyjama with Youngho's robe and night slippers on, padding his way into the kitchen. His feet were killing him but nothing could stop his night escapades for the juicy fruit.

Standing by the marbled island, Taeil had successfully retrieved the sliced watermelon and was now using a slicer to easily cut squares out of the once round and untouched fruit.

It was fairly easy. The squares rolling onto the silver surface of the tool and bowling it. His intention was to make a bowl and hide from Youngho while he indulged -- which proved to be futile when he felt strong, veiny, toned arms wrapped around his waist and hugging his bloated belly.

"Caught you," Youngho whispers into his left ear, startling Taeil who ended up dropping the handy tool. "You sneaky, sneaky, young man. I say no more food for the night, you sneak out to fulfill your desires. Am I a joke to you?"

Taeil giggled, leaning back into the comfort of taller's warm, comforting, and bigger body. He moved his hands away from the fruit and placed it over Youngho's, moving their hands together over the smooth surface of the round belly. "Your baby is hungry and I can't deny him."

Youngho tucked his nose into the crook of Taeil's neck, eyes closed and inhaling strongly, the younger's addictive scent. "Mhm.." he mumbles, muffled into the crease of the soft flesh that Taeil exposed for the elder's liking.

"Youngho.." Taeil whispers, breath caught in his throat when he felt a pair of lips pressed against his warm skin. "Y-youngho."

"Hm.." Youngho hums, trailing kisses from his neck to his shoulder, wrapping his arms firmly around Taeil. He was basically unconsciously caging Taeil's frame because he felt that the shorter male would escape away from his true self. "Tell me to stop."

"Why?" Taeil asked almost immediately after the CEO's request, "why should I?"

"Hmm Taeil, please. I've missed you more than you think, don't assume I can restrain myself if I do commit to taking you 'cause our son is there." Youngho muffles out, face not leaving Taeil's clean, soft and moisturized skin. Taeil is heavily pregnant, almost due, and Youngho hadn't had sex in months. The baby's safety would have flown right over his head as soon as he'd entered Taeil.

"You're right. Down boy. Our son might throw a fit for his watermelon." Taeil agreed, lifting a hand and patting Youngho's head so he'd move his lips away. "See that baby boy, daddy is being greedy." Taeil comments, speaking down to his belly and picking a slice of the fruit out of the glass bowl, popping it into his mouth. "Hmm.." He moaned.

Chuckling, Youngho gave the expose, slightly reddened skin, one last peck before he turned Taeil around. "How about I help you onto the table? I know your legs must be hurting."

"Up up, sir Seo. This body isn't going to lift itself." Taeil retorts, lifting an arm and looping it around Youngho's neck while one of his leg went up, well, sort of. It was an attempt but Youngho got his point.

The elder laughs and counters, "yes, your majesty," looping an arm around Taeil's waist and the other under his knee. He hoist him up in his arms, hiding his struggle of not anticipating the weight Taeil had gain to develop his baby. He placed him on the island, letting out a heavy breath. Taeil wasn't very heavy, but Youngho knew he needed to work out more.