7 and 18 with Komahina? If you want to that is.
It all started with a few extra helpings on Nag.ito's plate at dinner, something that Ha.jime thought he was being subtle with.
"I can't eat all this," Nag.ito pointed out, attempting to put the extra food on Haji.me's plate. "You know that, right?"
"Just try." Haj.ime pulled his plate out of range and gave Nag.ito a stern look.
When Nag.ito tried to leave his plate half full, Haj.ime finally came out with it.
"You're just so small, and you've actually managed to lose weight somehow!" He said. "You look so sick and tired all the time I just-"
"Ah, just what you want to hear from your boyfriend," Nag.ito teased. "That I look sick and tired."
"I know, it's okay." Nag.ito shook his head fondly. "If you really want me to eat more I suppose I can fit a little more."
"It would put my mind at ease." Haj.ime smiled.
And so Na.gito's daily meals started to increase in size. At first he found it difficult to keep up with the portions Haj.ime made for him, and often found himself with an uncomfortably full stomach. A round addition to his slight frame that weighed him down in his seat.
But as time went on, Nag.ito found himself eating with more ease…
"Mm…" Nag.ito cleared his plate a third time and ran a hand over the soft expanse of his stomach, not to ease a full stomach (because, he wasn't quite full yet) but just as an absentminded gesture he tended to repeat these days.
"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are like this?" Haj.ime was sitting close to him, and once he'd refilled his boyfriend's plate he moved his hands down to his tummy and started to toy with it.
"Just every minute or so, although I don't think I could ever really be beautiful in any state," Nag.ito chuckled.
"Nag.ito…" Haj.ime left his seat, moving to kneel in front of his boyfriend.
He held his stomach as he kissed it, slowly rolling up Nag.ito's shirt as his kisses moved higher and higher until he was squishing Nag.ito's softened chest together and kissing the resulting cleavage. "You are so, so beautiful."
Nag.ito blushed and took another (distracted) bite.
As his plate was cleared Haj.ime continued to fondle and praise him. Eventually Nag.ito leaned back in his chair and stifled a burp, his hand moving down to stroke Haj.ime's hair.
"Room for dessert?" Haj.ime offered, blushing and holding handfuls of soft belly.
"I suppose I can fit a little more," Nag.ito said.
