]Corry hums softly, absently, looking around the apartment with a critical eye. He's never pushed Junpei into letting him help with much, knowing it would cause that bratty stubbornness to flare up. Much as Corry enjoyed being bitched at, it wasn't ever a fight he could win.
But that was before.
Dragging his attention back to the moment at hand, he shifts so he can stroke his big hand up and down Junpei's narrow back. He's so small. Corry hadn't ever really realized that before...in a non-kinky way.]
It's not stupid. You're not stupid. If you want something, you can do it. I've never seen you give up, when you really want something and I can't imagine you starting now, babe.
[ The apartment is sparsely decorated. Ever since the unexpected passing of his mother he’s been struggling to stay afloat with the retail job he’d managed to get. There is no question he’s going to need help. Especially now.
He looks up at Corry with his huge green eyes, expression surprised. ]
I … really didn’t expect you to be so … supportive.
[ It’s really catching him off guard … and even as he’s a bit of an emotional wreck, making him swoon just a little. ]
[Corrigan grins, all teeth, wicked and predatory, easily pulling Junpei to straddle his lap.]
Especially then, babe, you kidding me? You're gonna be so cute, walking around with my baby in you. [He leans in, one hand splaying over Junpei's still-flat stomach, whispering:] Can't wait til you're showing. Til you're big and round and everyone knows you're mine.
[ Oh, he squeals that. It's a little embarrassing how the words are making his face heat up, and how that hand on his stomach leaves little tickles of excitement. It's all he can do to try and keep a straight face to scold him. ]
You're proud you did this! You're not even sorry!
[ Never mind that Junpei was the one who'd confessed to wanting to keep it just minutes ago. They truly would be playing house now. ]
[That gets a delighted almost-cackle from Corrigan, who leans in and scatters kisses along Junpei's throat and chin and cheeks.]
Hell no, I ain't sorry. I'm gonna take such good care of you there won't be any time to be sorry. [His accent is slipping out, a midwestern drawl that makes his words smooth, honeyed.]
You're never gonna go without, ever again, baby. Not for a second. Gonna make your head spin, how good I'm gonna treat you while you're all knocked up. [A pause, one hand cradling Junpei's face again, words going softer.] And after. If that's what you want.
[ The affection feels good, and above all it feels honest. Hearing Corry's natural accent slip in makes Junpei feel warm in a strange way. He stifles giggles at the peppered kisses, giving half-hearted pushes away. ]
Stoooop! You're so full of it!
[ And then that last bit is added, and the laughter is cut short. Junpei's eyes go wide and he feels his heart skip a beat in his chest. ]
... you're really serious ... you're going to stay ... with me ...
[ But he leans in to press a soft, tender kiss to Corry's cheek. When he's being so affectionate, it feels wrong to dwell on his more negative aspects. ]
Ah, do you want to ... stay the night? I know my place is a little small, but ...
[Corry hums low in his throat, visibly perturbed for a moment. But then he softens, coming back to the moment and giving that crooked grin.]
I'm never letting you out of my sight again, so hell yeah I wanna stay the night. [His big hands slide up the back of Junpei's shirt, warm and rough and possessive.] I wanna celebrate, y'know? Isn't every day you find out you're gonna be a dad, right?
I mean I want to memorize every inch of your body so I can tell exactly what's changed.
[Beneath Junpei's shirt, Corrigan’s big hands are mapping out the contours of his waist, his hips, his stomach, his chest.] And so I can keep worshipping every inch exactly the way you deserve.
[ He can't hold back for very long. There's a cute, sharp gasp as those hands wander, accompanied by ticklish wiggling. ]
Ah! Corry! It ... probably won't change for awhile ... !
[ But the knowledge it will? Kind of turns him on. Knowing that as a result of the intense, pleasurable session all those weeks ago his body is going to start to change. Glancing down, he imagines for a moment what he'll look like pregnant. It sends a shiver through him. ]
[Corry feels that delighted, tickling squirming, leaning back in the secondhand couch and sliding his hands back to cradle Junpei's stomach.]
Not all at once, just little by little. Just enough for me to notice. [He leans up, steals a lingering, messy kiss.] Since I'll be the one checking every single day. I'll know exactly when you start getting all sensitive and sore and I'll be right there to make it feel better.
[ He's staying. He's not just staying ... he's clearly excited. Looking forward to being with him. Looking forward to ... ]
... I think ... you'll be a great father.
[ Not words he was expecting to say. But he means them. His baby is wanted. Their baby is wanted. Is going to be loved and cared for. By both of them.
His own father had walked out of his life long ago. His mother had raised him all by herself since then, and he had thought of her and the things she'd done for him the moment he found out he was expecting. ]
Yeah? [Corrigan goes impossibly soft, eyes warm and almost worshipful as he cradles Junpei's face in his hands. There's a protectiveness there too, eyes flickering briefly to the scars he's only caught glimpses of, his brow furrowing momentarily.
Then he leans in, kisses Junpei again, arms sliding around his slim waist, pulling him close.] I'm gonna do my damn best. Never gonna let anyone or anything hurt either of you, ever again. I swear. Gonna be a better dad than mine was.
[His voice drops, mouth warm and insistent against Junpei's throat.] I'm not letting you go. As long as you'll have me, I'm here.
[ Months pass, and Junpei's body does indeed change ...
... much more dramatically than he could have anticipated, as it turned out he wasn't having one baby, but two, a fact that nearly made him faint in the doctor's office when it was revealed to him. Also a fact that made him cranky with Corrigan for days after. That was a fairly common occurrence, however, as in spite of his good intentions the older man still had his flaws and vices.
And so Junpei found himself eight months pregnant, absolutely huge with twins, struggling to get up from the couch as he often did. It would have been easier if Corry was around, but it was yet another night where he was alone. Stewing. Anger boiling up inside of him.
What a fool he'd been to be so easily swayed by honeyed words and promises. Was the other even going to be around for when he went into labor? Was he going to have to try and get himself to the hospital alone? The thought didn't just make him angry, it terrified him.
Finally getting onto his feet he huffed lowly, starting his slow waddle to the kitchen to try and fix himself something for dinner, hands supporting his suffering back. He wasn't really built to handle twins, but he had little choice. ]
[Corrigan is really good at the sweet words, at the promises and high hopes and all of that. He holds up a lot of the promises, too -- he makes sure that the couch in Junpei's place gets replaced, he shells out for the best doctors, the best prenatal care, all the vitamins and maternity clothes and massages and the like. He spends countless nights over, on the new mattress, adjusting pillows and going to the store to get various craving snacks.
And yet, also, there's his job. And the business trips. And he doesn't want Junpei to travel in his condition, so he goes for a weekend. And then for a week. And babies are expensive and they're having two, so he picks up extra projects and he's gone more and more and maybe he's scared too. Scared of how overwhelming the idea of having three people depending on him is. Scared of failing. Scared of fucking up.
So: it's been a week, and Corry's back from Madrid and he's letting himself into the apartment with a long, low sigh.]
[ It’s very difficult to just huff away quickly when you’re as big as Junpei is. But he makes a valiant effort, sticking his noise in the air and turning away from Corry.
He’s probably being a little unfair, but he’s sore and cranky and … ]
I’m hungry.
[ Another thing that had changed. Junpei was never a big eater before getting pregnant, but now he felt like he never ate enough. Midnight snacks were an every night routine. ]
Baby. [It comes out soft, tired, even as Corrigan is kicking off his shoes and crossing the small apartment, reaching out for Junpei. He's exhausted and jetlagged and just wants to sleep, but he can feel the annoyance and he's not such an asshole that he'd just ignore it.]
I'll get you something, c'mere. Get off your feet. [He slides his arms around Junpei's not-so-slender waist, nuzzles the back of his neck.]
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But that was before.
Dragging his attention back to the moment at hand, he shifts so he can stroke his big hand up and down Junpei's narrow back. He's so small. Corry hadn't ever really realized that before...in a non-kinky way.]
It's not stupid. You're not stupid. If you want something, you can do it. I've never seen you give up, when you really want something and I can't imagine you starting now, babe.
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He looks up at Corry with his huge green eyes, expression surprised. ]
I … really didn’t expect you to be so … supportive.
[ It’s really catching him off guard … and even as he’s a bit of an emotional wreck, making him swoon just a little. ]
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[He leans in, pressing his lips to the side of Junpei's head and adding sweetly:] Plus I'm kinda imagining how cute you're gonna be all pregnant, so.
[Ah, yep, there's the Corry we know and love to hate.]
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Cute? You … think I’ll be cute?
[ This man is just surprising him in all kinds of ways tonight! If anything he’d have thought … ]
Even if I get ridiculously big?
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Especially then, babe, you kidding me? You're gonna be so cute, walking around with my baby in you. [He leans in, one hand splaying over Junpei's still-flat stomach, whispering:] Can't wait til you're showing. Til you're big and round and everyone knows you're mine.
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[ Oh, he squeals that. It's a little embarrassing how the words are making his face heat up, and how that hand on his stomach leaves little tickles of excitement. It's all he can do to try and keep a straight face to scold him. ]
You're proud you did this! You're not even sorry!
[ Never mind that Junpei was the one who'd confessed to wanting to keep it just minutes ago. They truly would be playing house now. ]
Ugh! You're so gross.
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Hell no, I ain't sorry. I'm gonna take such good care of you there won't be any time to be sorry. [His accent is slipping out, a midwestern drawl that makes his words smooth, honeyed.]
You're never gonna go without, ever again, baby. Not for a second. Gonna make your head spin, how good I'm gonna treat you while you're all knocked up. [A pause, one hand cradling Junpei's face again, words going softer.] And after. If that's what you want.
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Stoooop! You're so full of it!
[ And then that last bit is added, and the laughter is cut short. Junpei's eyes go wide and he feels his heart skip a beat in his chest. ]
... you're really serious ... you're going to stay ... with me ...
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You're having my kid. You think I'm not gonna wanna be around for every second of that? Weird cravings and swollen ankles and cramps and all?
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[ He feels more than a little sheepish now admitting that in the face of all the affection Corry is lavishing on him over the situation. ]
I expected you to want to leave. That I'd have to handle it alone. I'm just really surprised.
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[But then Corry is quiet for a moment, tucking Junpei's hair behind his ears, gaze faraway.]
But I guess I haven't given you much reason to believe otherwise, huh?
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[ But he leans in to press a soft, tender kiss to Corry's cheek. When he's being so affectionate, it feels wrong to dwell on his more negative aspects. ]
Ah, do you want to ... stay the night? I know my place is a little small, but ...
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I'm never letting you out of my sight again, so hell yeah I wanna stay the night. [His big hands slide up the back of Junpei's shirt, warm and rough and possessive.] I wanna celebrate, y'know? Isn't every day you find out you're gonna be a dad, right?
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[ Those hands. His body sings. But he's going to play it cool for at least a few more minutes. His expression turns aloof. ]
You mean you want to have sex.
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[Beneath Junpei's shirt, Corrigan’s big hands are mapping out the contours of his waist, his hips, his stomach, his chest.] And so I can keep worshipping every inch exactly the way you deserve.
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Ah! Corry! It ... probably won't change for awhile ... !
[ But the knowledge it will? Kind of turns him on. Knowing that as a result of the intense, pleasurable session all those weeks ago his body is going to start to change. Glancing down, he imagines for a moment what he'll look like pregnant. It sends a shiver through him. ]
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Not all at once, just little by little. Just enough for me to notice. [He leans up, steals a lingering, messy kiss.] Since I'll be the one checking every single day. I'll know exactly when you start getting all sensitive and sore and I'll be right there to make it feel better.
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... I think ... you'll be a great father.
[ Not words he was expecting to say. But he means them. His baby is wanted. Their baby is wanted. Is going to be loved and cared for. By both of them.
His own father had walked out of his life long ago. His mother had raised him all by herself since then, and he had thought of her and the things she'd done for him the moment he found out he was expecting. ]
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Then he leans in, kisses Junpei again, arms sliding around his slim waist, pulling him close.] I'm gonna do my damn best. Never gonna let anyone or anything hurt either of you, ever again. I swear. Gonna be a better dad than mine was.
[His voice drops, mouth warm and insistent against Junpei's throat.] I'm not letting you go. As long as you'll have me, I'm here.
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... much more dramatically than he could have anticipated, as it turned out he wasn't having one baby, but two, a fact that nearly made him faint in the doctor's office when it was revealed to him. Also a fact that made him cranky with Corrigan for days after. That was a fairly common occurrence, however, as in spite of his good intentions the older man still had his flaws and vices.
And so Junpei found himself eight months pregnant, absolutely huge with twins, struggling to get up from the couch as he often did. It would have been easier if Corry was around, but it was yet another night where he was alone. Stewing. Anger boiling up inside of him.
What a fool he'd been to be so easily swayed by honeyed words and promises. Was the other even going to be around for when he went into labor? Was he going to have to try and get himself to the hospital alone? The thought didn't just make him angry, it terrified him.
Finally getting onto his feet he huffed lowly, starting his slow waddle to the kitchen to try and fix himself something for dinner, hands supporting his suffering back. He wasn't really built to handle twins, but he had little choice. ]
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And yet, also, there's his job. And the business trips. And he doesn't want Junpei to travel in his condition, so he goes for a weekend. And then for a week. And babies are expensive and they're having two, so he picks up extra projects and he's gone more and more and maybe he's scared too. Scared of how overwhelming the idea of having three people depending on him is. Scared of failing. Scared of fucking up.
So: it's been a week, and Corry's back from Madrid and he's letting himself into the apartment with a long, low sigh.]
Hey, it's me-- why are you up?
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He’s probably being a little unfair, but he’s sore and cranky and … ]
I’m hungry.
[ Another thing that had changed. Junpei was never a big eater before getting pregnant, but now he felt like he never ate enough. Midnight snacks were an every night routine. ]
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I'll get you something, c'mere. Get off your feet. [He slides his arms around Junpei's not-so-slender waist, nuzzles the back of his neck.]
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But when he feels those arms slide around him, he forces his body to tense. Not to yield. He can’t just let him waltz back in as if nothing is wrong.
He tries to defiantly keep walking towards the kitchen. ]
What does it matter now? I’ve been on my feet all the time this week. Go to bed.
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You're angry at me. [Wow. Genius observation.]
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