The Urban Gay

it’s a nice sensation, isn’t it? the feeling of someone slipping down your entire being. rowan can feel luke slip further and further within him, and it’s all he can focus on. the tightness that slips through his chest and downwards is comfortable, and his hand rests on his expanding middle, the shape perfectly round to match luke’s shifted size. he’s slowly being filled with someone who loves him, someone who cares about him for himself. luke enters his resting place completely; his home. right where he belongs. rowan’s stomach is where he should be. where he will be.

his stomach is firm to the touch. luke’s body rested inside, beneath his skin. he settles in, sinking into his stomach and it takes everything within rowan to not lose his mind. he’s excited. he’s in love. he almost wishes he could swallow him down all over again. he can’t help but stare down at the roundness his lover brings to his core. luke, his perfect prey, rests just a few centimeters underneath his skin. he was standing in front of him only moments before, and now he was locked away, safe, warm, and right where rowan needs him. 

the predator gently rubs the surface of his rounded belly, leaning back against the couch he sat on and relaxing. he’s full now, and the tight fullness of his belly meant that luke would always be there for him whenever he needs him. it’s an absolutely beautiful thing. 

“i love you.” he whispers to his stomach, to the man inside him. luke shifts slightly, pressing out against his round middle. the predator chuckles, brushing his fingers over where his skin stuck out. another deep exhale escapes his lips.