#switch couple

I love them, they are just so cute! First time drawing a little kiss, hope you like it! I think I am better at drawing animals than humans, humans are so complex.

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“Diavolo,” he purred, his voice low and lustful. Kira was straddling him, hips pushed back, pleased to feel the stiffness growing between the other man’s legs. Diavolo was lying flat on his back, passively delighting in the ritual. Kira stroked at his bare torso, caressing his body deliberately, skillfully applying pressure to his more sensitive areas. He massaged Dia's pectorals, which were divinely plump and pert; his head arched back, his body pulsing with desire at the touch.

“Oh…Yoshikage…”

He let out a growly, aching moan. Kira continued to stroke and squeeze at his stiff chest and well-toned stomach, eventually working his way down to deeply massage his lean, muscular thighs. He was silently envious of the other man’s physique; he was in such incredible shape, while Kira’s body was all bloated and misshapen, now that he was so heavily pregnant.

Diavolo still had his shorts on, which irritated him so; he wanted to feel Kira’s touch, badly.

“Strip me.”

Kira chuckled deviously. “Very eager, aren’t we?”

He unzipped Diavolo’s pants and lowered them below his crotch, revealing the throbbing bulge in his underwear. Yoshikage lightly grazed his hand over the hard protrusion, the other hand rubbing Diavolo’s toned inner thigh; he groaned in frustration.

“Ugh…fuck, just take it off already, Yoshikage…”

The blonde man chuckled, enjoying the way he could rile him up like this. With gentle hands, he slipped off Diavolo’s black underwear—his penis wasn’t huge, but still a considerable size, pale and slightly pink as it grew stiffer. Kira looked down at Dia’s face, which was very blushed, dazed with hunger and lovestruck desire. He loved seeing him so helplessly aroused; it really turned him on. He felt his own penis grow stiffer, a fluttery aching of desire building up in between his legs.

“Well? What should we do about this?” he purred mockingly, generously massaging the area surrounding his length. Diavolo shuddered under the contact, the sudden pressure on his testicles shooting a pulse of libido through his body.

“Ah! F-fuck…Kira…” He threw his head back onto the pillow. His fingers clawed into the bedsheets. “Please, just…do it already…”

“Do what?” he teased, loving the buildup to what was to come.

“Suck it…fuck…” he moaned in frustration, unable to contain his desire. Kira smirked, his eyes narrowing seductively. He knew just what Diavolo wanted, and how he wanted it.

“As you wish,” he said, leaning forward very cautiously. He positioned his hands on the mattress to stabilize himself; the heavy mass of his abdomen compromised his usual sense of balance. He lowered his head, pressing his pursed lips to just the very tip of the glans; Diavolo convulsed, a loud moan escaping from his throat.

“Ah! Fuck!” Kira slowly lowered his lips around the whole glans, beginning to suck fervently on it. Diavolo let out a chorus of aching, guttural moans, going mad from the pleasure. Yoshikage slid his head up and down slowly, working his way further and further down the shaft of his cock with each bob of his head. Diavolo bent his legs and arched his back, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that coursed through his body like electricity—it was an intoxicating sensation.

More tight, pleasant pressure was building in his lower back, indicating a buildup to orgasm; he began to moan more gratuitously than before, letting out the tension building up inside him. Kira was ruthless with his sucking, keeping tight pressure, fast licking and a rapid back and forth pace with his head. Diavolo’s cries grew louder as the mounting pressure became more and more intense—he was very close now.

He put a flimsy hand on the back of Kira’s head, lightly stroking his hair and neck. The soft, curly texture was pleasant as he ran his fingers through it.

“Oh…Kira…I’m going to…I’m—ah!”

Sure enough, moments later he orgasmed, his back arching and his head tilted back. His ejaculate sprayed onto the sheets; luckily, Kira had pulled away just in time not to get any in his mouth or on his face. He chuckled devilishly, finding delight in seeing his lover so exquisitely titillated and satisfied by his mouthwork. When he finished cumming, Diavolo collapsed back onto the mattress, satisfied but exhausted from coitus. His body heaved with labored breaths. Kira climbed back over him, albeit awkwardly and less than sexily, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

“I’m gonna go wash my mouth, and then I’ll get the mess cleaned up, alright? Is there anything else you need?”

Diavolo’s hand lazily reached up and caressed his sharp jawline. His lover was so beautiful, even as a pregnant man; if anything, he was more attracted to Yoshikage now that he was carrying their child in his belly.

He struggled to speak between gasps, but one word managed to escape his lips: “water.”

“Of course,” Kira said, cautiously maneuvering his unwieldy, heavy body off of Diavolo and into a sitting position. With a small grunt of effort, he managed to push off the bed and stand, despite his burdensome new weight gain. He waddled out of the room and to the kitchen to fetch water. Diavolo felt guilty, making him get up and walk around when he was pregnant like this, but he was completely knocked out and would need another few minutes to regain his strength. He just simply lay there, content, basking in the afterglow. Still, he had to rest up and regain his strength; he felt he owed it to Kira to give him his well-deserved orgasm, too.

He sighed contentedly, combing through his hair as he wondered what they would do next. Would Yoshikage top today? Or was he in the mood to bottom? Would there be restraints or leather involved? Perhaps; Kira had always been fond of doing things a little on the kinkier side, but that was especially true after he became pregnant. He loved switching things up too, not that that wasn’t always true; he and Diavolo never established a clear pattern of who was predominantly a top or a bottom, instead deciding spur of the moment and changing it often—it kept things interesting that way. Still, one thing that changed is that Yoshikage had been more frequently the one underneath, regardless of what they did; his growing figure made it much harder to keep his balance whilst on top, so it was easier for him to take things lying down.

Soon enough, Yoshikage made his way back into the room, bringing a wet cloth and a glass of water, which he set down on the side table. He handed the towel to his lover, which he took gratefully. Diavolo propped himself up a little. Kira sat down on the bed, causing a noticeable dip in the mattress..

“How are you feeling, Dia?” he said, rubbing his belly softly.

“A little weak, but getting there,” he said, wiping down his thighs and the stain on the mattress. “What do you want to do next?” he said, smirking flirtatiously. God, that shit-eating grin of his still sent Kira’s heart aflame.

“Well…do you have any preference? Suggestions?”

He put a hand on Diavolo’s knee, sensually feeling up his thigh. He eyed Kira lustfully.

“God, you’re such a tease, Kira. Absolutely shameless.”

“Oh, shut up; you know you like it.”

Diavolo chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Well? What next?”

Diavolo pondered, eyes wandering.

“…would you be willing to top this time?”

Kira grinned, shifting his body so that he was fully facing Diavolo. He climbed back over him, albeit cautiously, one hand supporting his weight while the other stroked at his lover’s chin.

“It’d be my pleasure,” he mewled, sending shivers down Dia’s spine.

“But, if you don’t mind, Dia…could I do it lying down?”

He looked away and recoiled as he said this, clearly embarrassed about having to make that request. It’s not like it was anything new; the last couple of times they’d always done it with Kira lying down, no questions asked. Still, he was ashamed about it—he felt so inept and useless while pregnant.

.

“Of course, my love; don’t be ashamed,” said Dia, reaching up to place a chaste kiss on Kira’s lips. He slipped out from underneath the shorter man, getting up to drink some water. He set down the glass and went to fetch some lube and a condom. He was still half-naked; Yoshikage got to ogle his bare bottom in all its resplendent, voluptuous glory. It was a very pleasing sight, one that never got old—he could feel his cock growing stiffer, hardening at the sight of his lover’s plump asscheeks.

Balls balls balls

Diavolo licked his lips, eyeing the other man lustfully. Kira chuckled.

“God, you are just ravenous, aren’t you? Never satisfied.” He climbed on top of Kira, feeling the blonde man’s clothed erection press up against his stomach.

“Oh shut up; don’t act like it’s not hot,” said Diavolo. He trailed his fingers along Kira’s jawline.

“Alright, I’ll admit it—you’re fucking hot.” He grabbed Diavolo’s hand, planting slow, wet kisses on each of his knuckles.

“Freak,” Diavolo teased. Kira simply hummed around his skin, slowly working his way up each finger before sucking at the tip and moving on to the next one, moaning sensually as he went. He continued on to Diavolo’s other hand, getting carried away with this pre ritual; Diavolo didn’t mind the excessive foreplay. If anything, the foreplay made the buildup towards sex all that more exciting—like an appetizer before the main course. He finished sucking at Diavolo’s pinky, finishing off with a gentle kiss on his hand.

“Well, I guess I should lube you up now,” said Kira, nonchalant. “Or do you want to do it yourself?”

“No, no, by all means; be my guest.”

Yoshikage's eyes lit up at the affirmation; Diavolo thought it was heartwarming, in a weird way.

“Pass me the lube.”

Diavolo did as he was told, grabbing the tube from the bedside table and handing it to him. Kira squeezed out a generous amount. Diavolo sat upright finally, eager to begin the real shit. He shuffled himself around to face away from Kira—they both discovered after the first few times that looking at each other during prep felt weird and awkward, especially when it took a longer time and lots of concentration. Without the added pressure of eye contact, it was easier for the giving partner to focus on prepping the other’s rectum as well as on giving him more pleasure.

He began rubbing gently around the rim, prompting a tight-lipped moan from Diavolo. Kira chuckled.

“Easy there, big boy. You’re awfully naughty today, aren’t you?”

He kept circling the rim, being sure to cover every inch of the fragile, sensitive skin with lube—Diavolo let out more soft, sensual moans. Soon enough, he was fully covered on the outside—now the inside.

“Alright, I’m gonna put one finger in, okay?”

“God, just fucking do it already.”

“Patient, patient now, daddy.”

Slowly, cautiously, he slipped in his pointer finger, eliciting a mumbled moan as he slowly stroked it around and around, being sure to thoroughly coat every inch of his rectum. He picked up some external lube with his middle finger and gently pushed it in, being patient and slow as Diavolo gradually unclenched. More deep, sensual moans escaped his lips.

“Does it feel good, daddy?” Kira mumbled in his ear, hot breath tickling his partner’s neck.

“Ugh…yes…Kira…” He was already getting so hot and bothered, his breath panting, despite the fact that this was only foreplay—-it served to make Kira even more excited for what was to come. However, his growing anticipation was interrupted when the baby kicked him square in the gut— he couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped him.

“Kira? You okay?” Diavolo snapped his head around, instantly on alert.

“Oh, sorry, it's just the baby—I’m fine. She’s kicking.”

“We can stop if you need a break.”

“Diavolo, I’m fine, let's keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

Kira sighed—he found Diavolo’s constant preoccupation with his well-being both heartwarming as much as it was suffocating. It felt almost infantilizing, at times. He wasn’t a wimp; he could handle his fair share of pain.

“Yes, Diavolo—I’m fine. Sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry, I made a big deal out of nothing.”

“Don’t apologize—I appreciate you checking in with me. But can I please get back to prepping you now?”

“Sure.”

Soon enough, he fell back into a rhythm of fingering Diavolo—slicking up a finger, gently sliding it in, coaxing it around in circles, massaging his hole. Back when they first began doing this together, it took a lot longer—neither of them were used to having fingers stuck up their ass. One of them would be tightly clenched, anxious, unable to relax with the alien sensation of something probing inside him. The other would frequently ask if he was okay, if he should go slower, if this felt alright, etc. Thankfully, they were both used to this now; it was like a routine, perhaps—maybe even a sacred ritual.They knew each other's bodies practically by heart—-weak spots, erogenous zones, off-limits practices, and little preferences that drove each other wild.

Before Diavolo knew it, Kira had worked four fingers inside him, gently pulsing in and out, lightly grazing his prostate as they came and went. His other arm was wrapped around Diavolo’s torso, hand stroking vigorously up and down his rippling muscles. Slowly, softly, Diavolo began thrusting his hips, feeling the pleasure take over and guide his body’s movements. He moaned through closed lips, gently closing his eyes to focus in on the sensation. However, before he could really get into the groove of it, he felt the fingers slip out of him—he was left empty. He whined pleadingly, desperate to feel that pleasure again.

“Kira…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back inside you soon enough. Patient.”

He grinned devilishly saying this, unable to contain his pulsing excitement—his penis was rock-solid, throbbing, aching violently for release. He slowly laid himself down on the bed, being careful not to be too abrupt and hurt himself. He began undoing the buttons of his shirt, feeling a slight sense of relief as he was freed from the constricting fabric.

“Well? Are you gonna help me out?” Kira said, awaiting Diavolo to climb on top and undress him—sure, he could do it himself, but he enjoyed doing even small things together in the bedroom; it was much more fun to have Diavolo strip him.

“Oh, sure.”

Soon enough, Diavolo was towering over him, all lean muscles and burly limbs. He was something akin to an ancient sculpture—a work of human art, Kira thought. Diavolo lowered himself, gently sliding his hands through the opening of Kira’s shirt, being sure to touch sensitive areas like his nipples—he was rewarded with soft, growly moans from Kira’s lips.

“Ah—! Dia! I—!”

His hands gently worked their way down his torso, taunting him, teasing his frustrated libido which only grew stronger. Warm, dexterous hands rubbed up and down the sides of his swollen belly—more moans escaped his lips. Soon enough Diavolo’s hands were sliding into his underwear, gently caressing his most sensitive spots. After some more teasing, he slid off Kira's underwear—-his cock was small and slender, head tilted upwards perkily. Diavolo licked his lips, quivering with anticipation.

He grabbed a condom from the side table and broke open the wrapper unceremoniously. not everything they did in the bedroom had to be over-the-top. And besides, he could tell by Yoshikage’s erection that more foreplay wouldn’t be necessary this time around. Still, he applied the condom slowly and deliberately, enjoying the pre-ritual of these engagements; the mild pressure of the rubber around Kira’s cock was pleasantly stimulating, enhancing his erection just that much more. He could already feel his heart pounding, his breath hitching as his body revved up, fueled with the burning desire to fuck Diavolo’s tight ass. He didn’t hold back the aching, desperate moan in his throat as Diavolo straddled himself over Kira, their members rubbing up against each other.

“Fuck, Diavolo, just fucking put it in…”

“You're filthy, Kira; absolutely filthy,” he mewled, voice sultry and playful as he wrapped his hand around Kiras cock, clasping it finger by finger. he gave it a forceful squeeze and Kira shuddered, hips bucking lightly as he moaned.

“Ahh…! Shit, Diavolo…Don’t tease me…”

“Oh, I only do it because I love you, though. You know you want me, don’t you?”

“Mmm…”

“Say it: say it now. Tell daddy what you want.”

“I… I want…” he mumbled.

“Louder.”

“I want you! Please, Diavolo! Just fuck me already! Fuck me senseless! Please, daddy!”

Diavolo smirked devilishly, chuckling. He trailed a teasing hand from Kira’s neck down his torso, being sure to rub his sensitive belly as he did so.

“Well, alright, I guess I’ll have to do something about this little thing…” He trailed his hand down further to clasp around Kira’s cock. He gave it several taunting squeezes, delighting himself as Kira moaned helplessly and writhed beneath his touch, his hands gripping desperately at the sheets.

“Oh—! Ah! Dia…Ah!”

He giggled, enjoying Kira’s pleasured expressions as he moaned.

“Alright, then. Guess I’ll have to punish you for being so naughty.”

“Yes, Dia…I’ve been…such a bad boy. Punish me please…” he panted, each breathless word coming out as a moan.

Diavolo propped himself up on his knees, positioning the very tip of Kira’s penis at his entrance.

Slowly, cautiously, he pushed the tip in, not breaking eye contact with Kira as he did so. He lightly rocked his hips, slowly working it further into himself; he couldn’t stifle a soft moan at the feeling of it entering. After a good minute or so of gentle coaxing, he’d finally managed to slide the whole length of it into his rectum, letting out a sigh of relief as he did so. The fullness was pleasant, familiar—a tight but pleasurable sensation.

He began rolling his hips slowly, rising and falling as he circled himself over Kira, who was already moaning loudly at his ministrations.

“Dia…you’re…so tight…fuck!” He arched his head back, his face growing flushed with heat and delight.

“Does it feel good?” Diavolo purred, accenting his words with gentle thrusts. Suddenly, Kira thrusted back, his cock lightly teasing at Diavolo’s g-spot. This caught him by surprise, prompting a breathless gasp from his husband.

“Ah…! Kira…you naughty little…slut…” he said, panting heavily between thrusts.