A Bear Was Here

He’s been the one carrying the belly, the hormones, the weight, and every filthy little craving that came with it — while his boyfriend stood there acting smug, obsessed, and far too entertained by the whole thing.

So now, with that big belly pressed between them and his hand curled in that chain, the message is clear:

he’s done being the only one carrying.

That look on his face isn’t sweet. It isn’t shy. It’s pure payback — the kind that says he plans to put his boyfriend flat on his back, take exactly what he wants, and make very sure this teasing streak comes back around on him. He wants him full, wrecked, and thinking about this moment long after the kissing stops. Wants him so thoroughly claimed that the next time they’re standing chest to chest like this, the swollen one won’t be him alone.

That almost-kiss isn’t romance.

It’s a promise.

A dirty one.

He didn’t take this picture to show off the arms.

He took it because he knew that belly hanging low and heavy over his juicy bulge was going to do all the real damage. The flex is just there to make it worse… all that muscle, all that swagger, and that huge pregnant body looking way too full, way too confident, and way too aware of the effect it has.

That’s the kind of look that doesn’t ask for attention.

It expects it.

Getting knocked up was supposed to slow him down.

That’s what everybody assumed, anyway. That once he got this big — this round, this heavy, this undeniably pregnant — he’d soften. Settle. Learn how to sit still.

Instead, it only made him want the dick even more.

Because the bigger that belly got, the more it seemed to wake something up in him. More restless. More reckless. More aware of every look that lingered too long and every thought that turned filthy the second he caught his reflection. Being this full didn’t calm him down — it made him greedier. Needier. Like carrying all that weight only sharpened the hunger instead of easing it.

And standing there like that, broad and smug with that enormous belly pushed out in front of him, he looked like a man who’d gone so far into pregnancy that it had become part of the temptation. Part of the thrill. Part of why nobody around him could behave.

The hottest part?

He knew exactly what it did to people.