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Maki wakes up to the shrill sound of his phone’s ringtone that cuts through whatever blissful dream he was having. He blinks against the sudden sound, brain foggy from sleep and tongue thick in his mouth. Vaguely, he registers the sound of Yuma delivering a sound kick against the wall in between their bedrooms as he fumbles around blindly for his phone, knocking a water bottle to the ground in the process.
There’s only one person whose calls go through his DND anyways, and so he isn’t surprised to see the “🐰❤️” on the top of his screen. The big fat 03:21 below it would almost be funny if he wasn’t just about ready to fall asleep again, and so he presses the green button, letting his phone slide onto the mattress somewhere next to his pillow.
“Eurgh,” is the beautifully articulated grumble that comes out, and he can feel his eyes slip closed now that the ringtone has stopped.
“Maki, baby. Were you asleep?” comes Harua’s silky-sweet voice, and the corners of Maki’s mouth twitch up involuntarily.
“Yeah.”
“Ahw, my sleepy little baby,” Harua coos, and the soft sound is almost enough for Maki to drift off again.
“Wuh’sup?” he asks, and hopes that Harua knows him well enough to make out the words. It’s quiet for a few beats save for the slow breathing on the other end of the phone, and then Harua’s voice cuts through the silence.
“Maki, I need a favour,” he says, and the sudden seriousness in his voice makes Maki’s eyes fly open. He sits up straight, putting the phone to his ear as he gathers the blankets in his lap. The whole situation suddenly makes him uneasy; Harua calling at a time he would normally be asleep at, him needing a favour, the switch in tones.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and it comes out a little more panicked than he’d like. In the back of his mind, he’s already imagining something terrible. Harua bleeding out on the street somewhere. Harua being deathly ill. An intruder in his dorm. Some terrible article having been posted about him.
“Yes, baby, don’t worry- god, I can hear your mind run a mile a minute over there,” Harua chuckles, and Maki lets out a heavy breath. “I just need you to go to the store for me and then come over.”
“Now? Babe, it’s half past three in the night.”
“Is that a problem? The corner store’s open twenty-four hours, isn’t it?”
“I guess,” Maki sighs, rubbing a hand over his face to get rid of the last remnants of sleep. So much for a good night’s rest, then. “What do you need?”
“A pregnancy test.”
Maki’s sure his sleep-deprived brain is playing tricks on him.
“What-“
“You can ask questions when you get here, okay? Any kind will do. I’ll see you in a bit!” Harua says in that telltale sing-song manner he uses when he’s trying to rile someone up, and then hangs up.
Maki sits stumped for a bit with his phone still against his ear, staring at the floor like it’ll give him an answer. He must have misheard, right? Right.
He half debates gaslighting himself into thinking this is all a very weird, very realistic dream and going back to sleep, but then his eyes fall upon the little picture frame on his nightstand. It holds a photo strip – one of those old-timey ones that Harua loves to do when they’re in Seoul – and the four pictures show the two of them in various states of chaos. Maki’s got his eyes closed in the first one. Harua is out of focus in the third. It’s a bad strip, really, except for the fourth picture, where Maki’s planting a big fat kiss on Harua’s cheek and Harua is smiling so brightly he could swear it lights the whole picture up.
Maki has never been able to say no to Harua, after all.
Going into the nearest convenience store at ass o’clock and having to waltz over to the feminine care aisle is one of the most insane, out-of-body experiences of Maki’s life. There’s so many kinds of tests, and the text on the packaging might as well have been in Chinese, because he has no clue what all of it means. Dipsticks? Midstreams? Early Detection and First Response?
Maki’s glad that there’s no one else in the store as he stands in front of the shelves for a stupidly long time, eventually deciding on some sort of digital version that looks the most expensive and reliable. The cashier that rings him up looks like he’s half asleep himself, and Maki is grateful for the lack of judgement- or worse, questions. He doesn’t think he’d be able to give any good explanation for why he, freshly twenty years old, is running a pregnancy test errand for his equally young, equally very male partner.
Maki leaves the store with the package tucked into the deepest trenches of his pocket and a million questions running through his head. What could Harua possibly need a pregnancy test for? He doesn’t have a sister, and even if he did, Maki doesn’t think she’d entrust her little brother’s boyfriend with a task like this. None of Harua’s female friends are in a time of their life when they’re having babies. Maybe it’s for a staff member?
He reaches Harua’s apartment building in three minutes flat. It’s only a block away from his own, and the doorman lets him in easily. The members go back and forth between the dorms all the time, but from the man’s calculating smile, Maki knows he probably comes over a lot more often than any of the others.
The elevator ride is exactly long enough for Maki to shake off the uncomfortable feeling the convenience store left him with. The box sits heavily in the pocket of his hoodie, and at this point, he’s mostly just ready to get these shenanigans over with. Harua might laugh for pulling a funny prank on him, and then they will hopefully cuddle and get a few good hours of sleep in.
Maki smiles at the thought as he unlocks the front door, and then immediately drops his smile when he’s met with darkness and complete, utter silence. Euijoo’s recent bout of insomnia, combined with Nicholas’ inability to sleep in the dark, means that this dorm is never dark and silent.
“Harua?” he calls out, toeing off his shoes at the entrance and stepping into the hallway with slow, calculated steps.
“I’m in my room!” comes the answer, and Maki lets out a sigh. It really, really is much too late to be playing games like this, and the thought of plopping down onto Harua’s mattress (or Harua himself) makes him trudge to the room at the end of the hall with much lighter feet than before.
The door is already open when he gets there, and the sight in front of him brings a smile to his lips. Harua is spread out on his bed, lazily scrolling on his phone. He’s foregone a shirt, and the white waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers peeking out from his sweatpants contrasts the soft skin of his stomach beautifully. It’s dark in here too, save for the orange little lamp on the nightstand, and it casts shadows over the lines of his body that highlight his curves and muscles.
“My god,” Maki breathes out, and Harua looks up from his phone with a quirked eyebrow. There’s something confidently cocky about the way he puts down the phone like he’s got all the time in the world, like Maki isn’t standing in the door opening with a lack of air in his lungs and a growing problem down south.
“Took you long enough,” Harua sighs, and he props himself up into a seated position against the headboard like it drains his energy. Maki walks over with all the intentions of pouncing on him, but as soon as he gets to the edge of the bed, Harua stops him in his tracks with a raised hand and a shake of his head.
“Uh-uh,” he tuts, and holds out his hand. “Did you bring it?”
Maki is suddenly reminded of the little box that is burning a hole through the fabric of his hoodie, and he takes it out with an unsteady hand, placing it on Harua’s open palm. Harua looks down at it for a second, and then clicks his tongue in approval as he sets the test down onto the nightstand.
“Good boy,” he says, and Maki has to pretend like it doesn’t make his cock jerk in his pants. Harua looks back up at him like he’s waiting for him to speak.
“So, uh-“ Maki starts dumbly. Harua’s gaze is heavy and piercing the way it always is, and it suddenly doesn’t matter that he’s half his size and at least a head shorter on a good day. “Who is it for?”
“It’s for me.”
Maki’s eyes go wide. “For you?” he asks, trying to figure out if it’s possible for a person to dream a phone call and sleepwalk all the way over to another apartment without ever actually waking up. Harua’s still looking at him with those seemingly innocent eyes of his, but the pull of his lips betrays his amusement.
“Yes, baby, that’s what I said.”
“But- that’s-“ Maki stammers out, bringing his hands up in some sort of aborted ‘I don’t know’ motion before letting them drop back to his sides.
“Hmm?” Harua hums, batting his lashes at Maki from where he’s still lounging against the pillows.
“Harua, you- you aren’t pregnant.”
“Of course I’m not, silly,” Harua preens, crawling across the bed on hands and knees to where Maki’s standing. He stops right in front of him, rising as tall as possible in his kneeled position, and fisting his hands in the fabric of Maki’s hoodie as he looks up at him through his lashes. “That’s why you’re going to put a baby in me. Right now.”
Maki’s jaw goes slack. Like this, Harua is a sight to behold, and any other day, Maki would’ve gladly put his hands on his body. But his words register, and it’s like Maki’s brain short-circuits.
“Harua, we, uh. We are both men.”
“I’m aware.”
“We can’t have babies.”
“I know, Maki.”
“Then what-“
“Imagine what it would be like if we could, though. Wouldn’t you love that, baby? Having the whole world know that we did it, and that I belong to you. Anyone would know just from looking at us. And imagine what kind of beautiful babies we’d have, Maki. Tiny little human beings that look like you and me together.”
Harua gets up from the bed slowly as he’s speaking, stepping onto the floor and crowding Maki’s personal space as close as humanly possible. His breath flits over Maki’s jawline, and the hands in his hoodie tug until their fronts are pressed tightly together.
“I know you would like it, baby,” he continues, voice barely above a whisper against the skin of Maki’s jaw. “Knocking me up, knowing that you’re capable of creating new life. Bet you’d be the most possessive boyfriend ever, too, once I start showing. You could give me massages if my back starts aching from the weight of carrying your child, or you could help me put my shoes on by the time I can’t bend down anymore. You would love that, wouldn’t you? Prove your usefulness to your pregnant partner and let everyone know what an amazing dad you’ll be.”
Goosebumps rise all over Maki’s skin from the words, and he feels how hard he is from where his dick presses against Harua’s hipbone. Harua runs his hands down the length of Maki’s arms in an almost sensual manner until he reaches his hands, and then takes the smallest step back. Before Maki can mourn the contact, Harua takes his right hand in his own, and then slowly brings it towards himself.
“You want to be a good boy, Maki?” Harua whispers, and presses Maki’s palm against his lower stomach. Maki inhales sharply at the touch; Harua’s skin is warm, and his abdominal muscles slightly jut out right underneath where his hand is. Maki knows nothing is there. He knows. And yet suddenly, he wishes there was.
Harua must see the realisation on his face, because he breathes out a laugh, and then redirects Maki’s eyes back up with his perfectly polished index finger hooked underneath his chin.
“Be a good boy for me, baby, and get me pregnant,” Harua whispers against his lips, and Maki’s resolve snaps like an elastic pulled taut. He grabs Harua by the back of his neck with his free hand, and crashes their lips together roughly. His hand is trapped in between their bodies, and the movement of Harua’s muscles against his palm makes him feel insane.
“Fuck, Harua,” he moans in between kisses. Harua gets a hand in his hair and tugs, and Maki’s mouth falls open involuntarily at the pain that shoots through his scalp. Harua makes use of the opportunity to sneak his tongue into Maki’s mouth, and he whines at the feeling. It’s wet, and it’s messy, and Maki is straining against his sweatpants.
Harua walks them backwards slowly, until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. He detaches his lips from Maki’s, and sits down on the bed with all the innocence of someone who didn’t just have his tongue down another man’s throat. He leans back on his hands, tilting his head as he looks up at Maki with his signature pout on his spit-slicked lips. Like this, his pelvis tilts forward, and Maki can’t stop his eyes from drifting down to his stomach again as Harua’s words come back to him.
A baby in there. His and Harua’s baby in there. His stomach swelling beautifully with new life. Everyone knowing they’re together. Everyone knowing it was him who put a baby in Harua. Harua pregnant with his child. Good boy. Good boy. Good boy.
Maki groans, and it’s all he can do before pinning Harua against the mattress and swooping back in for a bruising kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth, and Harua gasps against his mouth when Maki grinds his cock down into Harua’s.
“Fuck, Maki, hurry up-“ he whines, tugging on the bottom of his hoodie. Maki gets the hint, and sits back on his heels as he pulls it over his head, letting it fall somewhere to the floor. He’s ready to dive back in for a kiss when he suddenly becomes aware of the still-open door, and he stops in his tracks.
“Others not here?” he asks, already out of breath from making out. Harua shakes his head, and it makes his hair splay out against the mattress like a halo.
“Movie night at Jo’s,” he breathes out, and then pulls Maki back on top of him. He wraps his legs around his waist, using the leverage to pull Maki’s hips against his own. The angle makes their cocks grind together, and Maki moans against Harua’s mouth at the feeling. He’s so riled up and hard he could probably come from this alone, but Harua had given him an order, and again- Maki can’t ever say no to him.
“Maki,” Harua says against his lips. “Get naked.”
Pulling back from Harua’s warm body to take his pants and underwear off are the three most horrible seconds of Maki’s life. Harua’s looking him up and down shamelessly, and Maki would have felt humiliated at the idea of being the only one completely naked if he didn’t have bigger things to think about right now.
“Good boy,” Harua says. “Now do mine.”
Maki hooks his fingers behind the waistband of Harua’s boxers, and tugs them down together with his sweatpants slow enough that Harua starts squirming underneath him. It may feel like teasing, but to Maki, it’s reverence. With every new inch of skin that gets revealed, Maki’s mouth dries up further. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, and there’s faded red marks all over Harua’s thighs that testify to that, but Maki is still overcome with that intense sense of needing and wanting.
Harua’s sweatpants and underwear find their way to the pile already on the floor, and Maki takes his left leg in his hands, pressing a kiss against the bone of his ankle. And then one against his shin. And then another one against his knee. Through soft presses of his mouth against Harua’s skin, he works his way up, letting his teeth graze the barely-there hickeys on his thigh. Harua shudders underneath the touch, and Maki sees the way his cock jerks against his stomach. There’s already a bit of precum pooling right underneath his navel. Right where Maki needs to be.
“Maki. Maki, hmm-“ Harua whines out, high and needy, when Maki presses a kiss into the juncture of his leg and his hip, just to the right of his groin. And then, without warning, Maki feels himself get tugged back up by his hair roughly. They come face-to-face again, and the heat in Maki’s stomach increases tenfold when he sees how wrecked Harua looks already. There’s beads of sweat rolling off his forehead, and his lips are bitten red and raw. But his eyes – those eyes of his – are sharp, fiery, and alive.
“Maki,” he purrs, running a sharp finger down from Maki’s bottom lip all the way to his sternum, where his heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest.
“C’mon, baby. Knock me up.”
Maki doesn’t need to be told twice. He gets his mouth back against Harua’s, and blindly tugs open the drawer of the nightstand, fumbling around until his hand closes around the bottle of lube he knows is there. He lets it drop against the sheets, sneaking his hand back down to one of Harua’s thighs, and grasps it firmly. Harua gets the hint, wrapping his legs around Maki’s hips again and digging his heels into the small of his back.
They’re not really kissing anymore, at this point- just gasping against each other’s lips as Maki grinds their cocks together and feels around for the lube. He’s just about to crack the cap open, when Harua’s hand closes around his own.
“Now, baby,” he says, and it comes out almost mockingly. “Do you think I’m some kind of amateur?” The question is accompanied by a lazy smirk, and the pressure around Maki’s waist releases as Harua lets his legs fall open.
“What-“ he starts, but then he sees the way Harua’s eyes flit downwards. Maki sits back on his heels, letting his eyes follow the lines of Harua’s body all the way down, until-
Oh.
The deep red ruby on the end of the plug shimmers in the low light, and Maki’s mouth goes dry. He just sits there stupidly with his jaw gone slack for what feels like an eternity, until Harua groans impatiently and delivers a gentle kick to his back with his heel. Maki comes back to himself with sickening speed, and brings a finger to the plug to circle it a few times.
He looks up to Harua for permission, and when he sees the dazed little nod, he hooks a finger underneath the gem-studded base and gently tugs. The prettiest sounds fall from Harua’s lips, even as his body resists the plug being pulled out of him. Maki goes as slow as he possibly can with how his nerves are going haywire, but it is enough for lewd, squelching sounds to fill the room. Harua must’ve used an exorbitant amount of lube, and it spills out of him as soon as Maki pulls the plug all the way out and puts it to the side.
“My god,” he says, voice wavering. Harua is sopping wet, open, and obviously very prepared. Maki takes some of the lube from where it’s dripping out of him and uses it to slick himself up. He crawls back up to Harua, who hooks a leg around his waist, and their lips crash back together. Maki lines himself up blindly, and the feeling of Harua’s slick and waiting entrance against the head of his cock is already too much.
“You ready, baby?” he breathes against Harua’s lips, and Harua scoffs like he’s offended by the question.
“Never been readier. Hurry the fuck up before I find someone else to do it.”
And this, too, is Harua. Knowing where Maki’s weak points lay, and knowing how to press his buttons just right until he snaps. Maki may not have ever entertained the idea of knocking his boyfriend up until thirty minutes ago, but now that the seed has been planted, he can’t stop the ugly feeling of possessiveness from roaring its head.
He slides home in one, smooth motion, and Harua gasps like the air has been punched out of his lungs.
“That’s it. Good boy, baby, fuck- you’re so deep,” he moans out, letting his eyes roll back into his head as Maki thrusts deep and fast. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes in the room, and probably throughout the whole dorm, and it makes something broil dangerously in the depths of Maki’s gut.
“I’m- I’m gonna put a baby in you,” he groans out, and latches onto Harua’s neck to suck a hickey into his skin. The stylists are going to have a field day with it when they return to work in a few days, but Maki can’t find it in himself to care. “Gonna fill you up so good. I’ll give it all to you, baby. Anything you want.”
Harua whines, raking his nails down Maki’s back and leaving what will probably be angry, red welts when he wakes up tomorrow. It burns so good, and Maki feels lightheaded from the feeling of Harua being everywhere around him, on him, under him. No amount of alcohol could ever compare to the haze that he’s in when they fuck like this- deep, fast, and dirty.
Maki pulls back ever so slightly, and before Harua can voice a complaint, he yanks both of his legs up and over his shoulders, bending the smaller man in half as he dives back in and fucks him like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. Maki knows he’s found his prostate when Harua starts moaning high in his throat in short, quick breaths.
“Oh my god- Maki, Maki,” he gasps, and Maki drinks up every single one of his words with his lips against his mouth. He knows Harua is close from the way his thighs start trembling against his chest, and all it takes is a few more targeted trusts against his prostate before Harua’s mouth falls open and he comes all over his stomach.
Maki fucks him through it, groaning against the feeling of Harua clenching down around him. His balls are drawn tight, and his abs are sore from the force of his thrusts, but he’d rather die than orgasm before Harua’s come back to his body.
Harua’s gasping from overstimulating, and there’s a tear running down from the corner of his eyes that Maki laps up greedily. The thighs over his shoulders shake so much that they slip down, and Maki catches one of Harua’s leg in his hands. He brings the other palm to Harua’s stomach and grinds it down into the soft skin there, feeling the bulge from his own cock on every thrust.
“Maki, baby,” comes Harua’s wrecked voice, and Maki whips his head up to meet his glassy, blown eyes. “Come for me. Fill me up like the good boy you are.”
And that, combined with the roundness of Harua’s stomach underneath his hand, sends him over the edge. He gasps against Harua’s shoulder as he spills inside, and he’s pretty sure his vision blacks out from the intensity of it all. There’s a hand in his neck, pressing firmly against the base of his spine to keep him grounded, and Maki all but collapses on top of Harua by the time his orgasm fades away.
For a moment, the sounds of their heavy breaths is all that fills up the room. Maki can feel Harua’s heart pound relentlessly against his sternum, and their skin is slick with sweat. Maki twitches from where he’s still inside of Harua, feeling his own cum start to leak out around him, and suddenly he’s reminded of the plug that’s still on the bed.
Slowly, he pulls out, and swallows up the sounds of protest with a deep kiss. Harua’s thigh twitches from the loss of contact, but before he can complain about the emptiness, Maki plunges the plug back into his stretched entrance.
“There,” Maki murmurs against his lips. “Now you will stay nice and full.”
Harua whines, but there’s no real strength behind it anymore as he blinks up at Maki with bleary eyes. Maki chuckles, and rearranges their positions so they’re on their sides, with one of Harua’s legs slung over his hips. He presses his forehead against Harua’s, allowing them to just breathe each other’s air for a second.
“So,” Maki starts, pulling back an inch so he can look Harua into the eyes. “Are you- you know. Taking the test?”
Harua chuckles, and flexes his thigh against Maki’s hip.
“Of course not, silly,” Harua says, and scoots forward until his front is flush against Maki’s. Like this, his stomach is pressed against Maki’s dick, which is already filling out at the contact. Harua props himself up on one elbow, and then leans over to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin of Maki’s earlobes. His breath tickles, and Maki feels goosebumps raise all over his body as Harua leans in, and whispers low into his ear:
“Everybody knows it won’t take on the first try.”