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Malleus could not tear his eyes from the page.

The princess swallowed down her last bite of cake, burped, and went to go brush her teeth.

He had picked up a storybook from the library shelves with the pure intention of learning more about other cultures. In human cultures, it seemed, even princesses could burp at the table. This was horrifically, inexcusably unfair.

His magic had begun to drop the temperature; only when the nearby bookshelves began to creak did he notice and forcibly cool his own temper.

Malleus had been told all his life that he was the noblest of the noble, yet there were so many things that others could do and he could not.

The princess swallowed down her last bite of cake, burped...

Just for a moment, he wanted to be that princess.

The very thought of stuffing himself with cake made Malleus feel sick. After returning the book and finding his way to the food aisle of the Mystery Shop, he was pleased to quickly spot an alternative—a sturdy can of caramel cream pudding, nearly the size of his hand.

After purchasing his treat, Malleus fled to the rooftop of Ramshackle Dorm.

He seated himself on a ridge, spread a handkerchief over his lap, and removed a spoon from the set of silverware he had brought in his pocket. It was almost as if he were picnicking, a custom he had yet to formally try.

And so, he ate.

The pudding was delicious. He ate readily, taking care to be thankful for his food, just like the princess was in her story.

Far too quickly, however, he felt a telltale prick of heat in his upper belly.

He frowned. The burp was supposed to come after the last bite, not barely a third of the way through.

Life was not a storybook, he wryly reminded himself. Besides, he came up here to belch without safety concerns. There was no need to restrain himself until later.

Carefully, he set the can down on the rooftop, and prodded two fingers into the vulnerable flesh of his abdomen.

As if following his command, a little gurgle whizzed up his throat, and came out his mouth in a soft, low burp, accented by a puff of green flame.

Malleus shivered. The cool air prickled his skin, and he could not suppress a faint smile. He, the crown prince of Briar Valley, had just burped in the middle of a meal.

While other nocturnal fae had the privilege of belching without flames, most considered it very rude, since the noble dragons could not. To belch at table with a dragon was tantamount to mockery.

Atop this roof, the noble dragon Malleus felt delightfully small. Right now, he really was no different than the human princess. Both enjoyed their sweets, with no fear of damaging tableware nor injuring their tablemates. Malleus tried to burp again, but couldn't work up anything else, so picked his pudding up once more.

Twilight was fading into black, and the moon was glowing wide near the horizon. It was at this hour Malleus always felt like he could take a breath of fresh air, like the night's energy was seeping into him. This would be breakfast if he still kept a nocturnal schedule at school, he told himself.

Unlike cake, pudding went down smooth. Malleus only began to feel full when a few bites remained at the bottom of the can. Resolutely, he scooped them out and slurped them down, then set the can and spoon down beside him.

Gripping the ridge and leaning back, Malleus almost could not help burping. Like a natural response to the food deposited into him, a deep, smooth belch came out, lighting up his surroundings with a long few seconds' flow of phosphorescent green.

He felt amazing. His mouth was suffuse with the taste of caramel cream pudding. His stomach was satisfied; it wanted no more, no less.

The princess swallowed down her last bite of cake, burped, and went to go brush her teeth.

It was already over. The prince had already swallowed down his last bite of pudding, and burped. Now, he had only to brush his teeth, wash up, and tuck himself into bed. To that princess, a burp after dinner meant only that it was over.

Malleus was, at the end of the day, miserably different from her.

With a sigh, Malleus placed a hand on his belly, feeling it warm with swirling fire. He made himself burp again, then again. He liked the feeling of warmth, the tease of firey power, and the thrill of innocent rebellion. He liked the sound, too, almost like a tiny roar.

~

"If you're done with your report," Azul said brusquely, "I have a lot on my mind."

This was a cue to leave Azul alone. Then and there, Jade decided he would not take it. As the pair of them strolled through the gently lit halls of Octavinelle, Jade made up his mind to figure out just what was "on his mind".

His gait was deliberate and his jaw clenched. Pain. Otherwise, his expression was neutral. He didn't want to disclose what type of pain. It was only Jade around, and he had seen Azul ice headaches and rub achy joints before. Something more personal. ...Internal, perhaps.

Azul's throat moved, though his teeth remained gritted. His speech just a moment ago was not indicative of a nasty oncoming cough. His breathing was very, very shallow. Therefore, it must be—

Jade clucked his tongue. "Anxious stomach ache?"

Azul's head whipped around. "How did you know that?"

Jade could afford a candid response: "You are not as good at hiding your feelings as you think."

Huffing in frustration, Azul pulled his books close to himself, applying pressure on his belly. An ache, not a painful bloating.

"At least I have feelings to speak of," Azul was sneering, "unlike you."

"Oh, how mean!" Jade gave an exaggerated sniff. "To think Azul would let a mere tummy ache turn him into such an incorrigible grouch... What a loathsome bind I'm in as his vice housewarden!"

"Curb the theatrics." Azul thrust his hand into his pocket. He was headed toward the Mostro Lounge's VIP room, and Jade filed obediently after him. "Do you ever think of how I feel every time you make light of my failings?" After rummaging around in his pocket, he pulled out a packet of stomach soothing tablets, and, fumbling them open, stuffed multiple into his mouth.

Jade smiled, watching him chew. "You know I merely enjoy giving you my attention."

It was seconds after Azul had gulped down the mouthful of medicine that his stomach chose to let out an animalistic groan.

He looked up at Jade, revealing a hot blush rising to his face like steam. "Don't you dare—"

"Oh my," Jade interrupted. "That sounds more problematic than I first assumed. Care to rest in the VIP room?"

Azul did not answer, only pushed forward. Jade followed, affecting a loyal henchman following his master.

Poor Azul had worked himself to the bone this week. He had made the miscalculation of reorganizing the Lounge's menu on the same week as a school dance, for which students flocked to him for under-the-table doses of confidence and beauty. It was well within Azul's capabilities to handle, but that did not mean he enjoyed the pressure.

Inside the Lounge, Azul immediately lay himself down upon a sofa. He looked deliciously vulnerable, belly up and hands folded. "I assume it would be useless to ask you to leave," he said to Jade.

Jade scratched his chin in feigned consideration. "Well," he said, "I work here as well, so I am quite allowed to be in this room. Unless, of course, you would like to terminate my employment at the Lounge in order to get some alone time right now. That would be effective, and reasonable. Although, I cannot with full confidence say that I would come back if—"

"I understand," said Azul through gritted teeth.

"Good," said Jade, and sat down upon the very edge of the sofa by Azul's legs. His hand was extended partway to rub his belly when Azul swatted it away.

"Jade!" snarled Azul. "I did not give you permission to touch me there!"

Frowning, Jade folded his hands on his lap. After all these years, things like the shape and weight of his belly still upset Azul. Jade and Floyd could remind him endlessly how they liked him to be soft, but the words had long since worn thin. His trouble ran deep, and Jade had no idea how it could be remedied once and for all.

"You are more horrible than usual today," Azul continued. "Don't tell me an upset stomach has you in a foul mood too." His belly jeered a pitiful gurgle.

Jade shook his head. "No," he said, "though I am a bit hungry. If I get a snack, would you like anything from the kitchen?"

Azul blushed, and reached down to finger the handle of his briefcase next to the sofa. "Some ginger ale would be nice," he confessed.

Smiling, Jade rose. "Coming right up."

The Mostro Lounge's ginger ale was high quality stuff, delicious and made fresh from ginger syrup and carbonated water each time. Preparing Azul's drink, Jade turned the carbonation up to its highest setting. This much would hurt any tongue. In compensation, he took one of the Lounge's special straws infused with lavender and valerian root usually saved for calming tea drinks, and cast a quick spell to change its color to match the uninfused straws. Azul fretting over specialty inventory would defeat the purpose.

For himself, he retrieved a bulk sleeve of crackers the size of his arm, carrying it thus tucked under while daintily holding Azul's drink.

Back in the VIP room, he set it down on a coaster, and resumed his spot next to Azul.

"Drink up," he said, trying to weave soothing into his voice. "You have been working very hard, and deserve a rest."

"Thanks," replied Azul, and hoisted himself up to a seated position, his stomach growling fiercely in protest. "Ugh, fuck, that's—"

After sucking down a sip of the drink, he stifled a splutter, before gulping hard around the mouthful. "Jade, is this more than the usual carbonation?"

"No," he lied, "it is the standard level, suitable for customers."

Azul only growled as he sipped his ginger ale, and Jade munched on his crackers.

Azul's tummy was now emitting an almost constant bickering, upon which Jade glanced in concern. "Are you sure," he said, "you would not like me to knead some of that pressure away?"

"Quite," said Azul through a stifled burp.

"May I ask," said Jade, "what exactly it is you are afraid of? What will happen if I do touch you there?"

Azul was glowering at him with the force of the seven seas.

Jade raised his eyebrows, and popped two crackers at once into his mouth.

"That should be obvious," Azul said. "For starters, I'm ticklish. You know that, most unfortunately."

"Would I abuse you so in your time of need, Azul?"

"It doesn't even need to be on purpose— Ughhhurrp, enough of your nonsense. Suffice to know that I'm not comfortable with you massaging my ache-inflicted stomach."

Jade swallowed a thick mouthful of crackers, before frowning at Azul. "Not at all?" he said. "Even given the chance it might make you feel better?"

"Please, Jade—"

He popped another cracker in his mouth, crushed it against his palate, and swallowed without chewing. "Think about it," he pressed. "In the worst case scenario, it tickles, or feels otherwise uncomfortable, you ask me to stop, and I stop. Perhaps I might compensate you with another glass of ginger ale." Another cracker he wolfed down as if it were air. This was a vulnerability tactic; he did not eat like this in front of potential customers —in other words, anyone else. "In the best case scenario," he continued, "your bellyache clears up entirely with no fuss at all, and you are free to return to your true loves."

"Mrrpp-my what?"

"Oh, you know," said Jade. "Fretting, scheming, drafting contracts. A pain-free Azul is a happy Azul, after all."

"If I fret too much," Azul replied, overly slow as if speaking to a child, "I will get a stomachache again."

"And I another chance to rub your tummy!"

Grimacing, Azul took a long draught of his ginger ale. "Jade," he said firmly, "you are a bitch."

At this, Jade let his face light up for real. He gulped down another mouthful of crackers, and said, "I feel like a mussel shell complimented by an abalone on my shine!"

Azul hissed out a sigh. "Fine. Go. Just do it. Don't be surprised when I tell you that I don't like it, and I want you to stop."

"A positive attitude could not hurt, Azul."

Gently, Jade pushed on Azul's tummy, careful not to grab with his fingertips for fear of overstimulating him.

At once, a despairing sound roared up from his guts, and with a yelp, he clapped a hand over his mouth.

Jade froze. "Okay?"

After a moment's heavy breathing, Azul responded through shallow breaths: "Okay."

In the moray's jaws, and still feigning stoicism.

So, Jade continued to slowly knead, one press at a time, testing Azul for pockets of pressure.

All of a sudden, a deafening burp erupted out of Azul, before ceasing just as quickly. His hands trembled around the straw. "I'm sorry," he whimpered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know I sound like a slob; I don't want this to be happening either, I—"

Even as Azul broke down, Jade continued to rub his belly. "Shhh, shh, shh," he said, avoiding eye contact so as to keep the tension low. "I know you are in pain. Please do not worry about me. If you like, pretend that I am not here. I assure you that you are safe, and that my only aim here is to soothe you." Jade had put his customer service voice back on, and it seemed to quiet Azul for now.

There were a few moments in which Jade rubbed in silence, and Azul recollected himself.

Softly, a little burp crawled out from Azul's lips.

"Excellent," Jade could not help but say. "I do not envy you, what with your belly stuffed full of worries and ginger ale."

Azul burped again, and Jade ventured a gentle pat. "Everything alright?" he said.

"Yes," Azul replied.

"Good," said Jade. "Now, if you will— Please tell me how best I can help."

"Some pressure off would be nice," Azul said.

With careful fingers, Jade reached around Azul to unfasten his cummerbund, then unbuckle his belt, then open his trousers and the bottom few buttons of his shirt.

Azul's eyes were screwed shut. Jade knew he did not like anybody seeing his body like this. It was a shame, because his smooth skin and soft curves were beautiful beyond compare.

As for his belly: "Look at you," Jade cooed. "You're all bloated."

Azul's response came through gritted teeth. "No, Jade. I just have fat on my body."

Jade shook his head. "No," he said, "everyone has fat on their stomach, but this is most certainly bloating. And I say, it does not look comfortable."

Azul had begun chewing furiously on the soothing straw, and his body let go of its tension.

"If you will," said Jade, "tell me how this feels." He shifted his pressure to the sides of Azul's belly.

Azul's response —"Different."— was cut off by an audible slosh from within. Something had shifted inside Azul, so it was time to act.

Jade zeroed in on his stomach organ, applying gentle pressure atop the warm skin, carefully, carefully kneading until—

"BUUUUrrRrUUURP!"

"Oh, dear!" cooed Jade. "Did that hurt?"

Azul looked utterly distraught, his face rapidly reddening and his glasses askew, but Jade knew this was from pain of the heart, not the body.

"Excuse me," whimpered Azul. He looked ready to fall apart.

After stuffing a cracker into his mouth, Jade ran a hand through Azul's hair, gently petting his head. He swallowed. "Please," he said, smiling coyly. "there is nothing to excuse. Anyone would be impressed to hear a burp like that."

"Jade," Azul hissed, "Jade, I— I feel like shit. Could you spare a single scrap of sensitivity?"

"Ah, yes; my apologies. Would you like a cracker?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Are you really going to make me say it?" His voice had cracked.

Jade brushed aside a lock of Azul's hair that was sticking to his forehead. The poor thing must feel so unwell. "I shan't make you do anything," Jade said, "I am curious, however, why you will not take a single cracker—"

"Because my stomach cannot take it!" he whined.

Jade clucked his tongue. "Even now?"

As if in response, Azul's stomach grumbled.

"I see," said Jade, not giving him a chance to pretend he had not heard it. "In that case, if you will, I would like to help you feel better. Can you sit up?"

Azul, halfway slumped between a seated and lying position, was seemingly too addled by his condition to protest, and propped himself up straight on the arm of the couch.

"Good," said Jade. "Now, take a nice, long sip of your drink. Swallow all the rest down if you're able."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry," he said, "we have more in the kitchen. This will help ease your stomach."

By the time Jade finished his sentence, Azul was already sucking his ginger ale furiously down.

"Excellent," hummed Jade. "Splendid job, Azul."

As he drank, his belly ballooned out just slightly. What a lovely sight.

"Ow," croaked Azul after gulping down all of his drink. "Why did you make me do that?"

"Shhhhhh," hushed Jade. "May I touch your back?"

"Fine."

Sliding one hand between the couch and Azul's warm back, Jade felt the distinct impression of a ball that was about to pop.

"Please do not hold anything back," he told Azul.

That was all he needed to hear. One soft hand came to just barely touch the bulge of his gut, and at once a deafening burp was loosed from within him. It came up all at once, but was astonishingly long for Azul. When it finished, he slouched forward, gripping the drained cup to his middle.

"How do you feel now?" urged Jade.

Azul only moaned.

"If I may," he lifted one hand. "Your chest?"

He gave a brief, shallow nod.

Jade patted and rubbed, relishing the space between his soft pectorals. A few little purrs sounded from Azul's belly. Azul himself had his eyes shut tight.

Jade's other hand came to Azul's back, while two fingers hooked down to press where his belly met his ribcage.

His stomach made a low lurching sound, for which he muttered an apology.

"Just relax," Jade hushed, gentle voice contrasting sharply with his hands' ceaseless coaxing.

There was a little rumbling under his palms, and Azul gave a tiny, pained moan; it was working, poor little Azul would finally be free of—

"UuuuRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrppphhggrrruuurpphhh..."

All the while, Jade gently stroked his back. It sounded from deep within Azul's chest, sweet and bassy and not violent at all, trailing on for a stunningly long time before fading to silence behind softly fluttering lips.

He looked up at Jade with trepidation. He opened his mouth to speak, before—

"Urp."

Jade smiled.

"I'm sorry," whispered Azul, "I'm so sorry, Jade; you shouldn't've had to hear that; uh, excuse me; that's what I really should say—"

Jade waited for a break in his spill of words before replying. "That felt good, yes?"

Azul was silent.

"You don't need to respond," said Jade, "Anyone could tell."

He furrowed his brow. "I... have a few words I'd like to respond with, but I'd prefer to keep their use to a minimum within the Lounge."

Playfully, Jade dared to give his shoulder a squeeze. "Ah," he said, "but you had no such qualms a few minutes ago. Nor did you excuse yourself, if I recall, the first several times. If you want my opinion, I would prefer the opposite be true, and you let the belches that felt good go unexcused."

"I won't hear any more of this nonsense," Azul snapped, "if you would kindly stop discussing my body in such a way."

His tummy was still peeking out beneath his shirt, and his pants were still unbuttoned.

"Oh my," said Jade, "have I been rude? I do beg your pardon, Azul." He grinned, letting just a sliver of teeth show through parted lips. "My intention was to ease your pain, not to exacerbate it."

Azul could answer in the affirmative, confirming that Jade's ministrations had worked, or he could claim that he was still in pain, thus drawing out the length of Jade's pursuit. Despite being thus trapped, he looked vastly calmer than before.

Jade raised an eyebrow. "Would another ginger ale be of use?"

"No," said Azul, then paused. "Though... one of those crackers might be nice."

Jade had gotten far into the sleeve; he had already split open the packaging to access the lower crackers. Daintily, he drew one out, and held it toward Azul. "Open," he purred.

As if he did not even think to protest, Azul opened his mouth.

Jade fed him the cracker tenderly, tracing a finger over his jaws as he chewed and down his throat as he swallowed.

"Good boy," he said to the now-pain-free Azul.

"Fuck's wrong with you Shitty Hair? Ya been flaggin' ever since we got started?" growled Katsuki who just finished running his lap on track. His shirtless upper body glistened with sweat from how hard his run was. He was only slightly out of breath but nowhere near as exhausted as Kirishima.

The red haired boy hunched and huffed but he didn't look exhausted. He looked almost nauseous. He hunched over and cradled his stomach in one hand. Like Bakugo he too was shirtless and dripping with sweat. But his rock hard six pack appeared a little bloated and gurgled very loudly.

"Ungh...sorry dude. Think I ate a lil too much before comin' out with ya..."

"Then why the fuck didn't ya just sit this one out dumbass??" Katsuki growled.

"And miss workin' out with'cha? I don't think so," Kirishima huffed dismissively. Though he was undercut by his belly gurgling thickly and making him cringe again.

"If you ain't feelin' up to it you shouldn't be out here 'cuz you'll just make your gutache worse. 'Sides, If you puke I'mma fuckin' kill you..."

"I won't I swear," Kirishima promised but Katsuki didn't look convinced.

"You better not cuz we ain't done with our cardio yet."

Katsuki resumed his run. Kirishima all but whimpered but nevertheless jogged behind him. The running rustled his stomach up and down which made it groan even more. It was a miracle all that jostling didn't make Kirishima puke on the spot.

When they finished their laps the two muscular shirtless teens went back into the gym to work with the weight sets. Kirishima spotted Katsuki while the blond laid his bare back on a towel over the bench and started weightlifting around 210 lbs not including the bar itself. He bared his teeth and began sweating even more from how heavy each pull and push felt but he managed.

His biceps bulged as he grunted and heaved pushing up and down. More sweat trickled down his bare body with his muscles becoming more visibly strained and defined with each pump up.

But because Kirishima's belly was right next to Katsuki's head its thick and gastric gurgling practically erupted right in his ears while he did his sets. Kirishima's noisy tummy was rumbling nonstop in Katsuki's ears and making the blond growl angrily while he did his sets.

"Nnf dude shut yer gut up," Katsuki growled through clenched teeth while he lifted.

Kirishima blushed and tried rubbing his lightly puffed out stomach while still keeping at the ready if Katsuki needed him.

Bakugo continued with his sets but grew increasingly annoyed at Kirishima's belly making all that noise right in his ears while he worked out. Of all the times for him to forget his stupid earbuds.

When Katsuki finished Kirishima helped stabilize the bar back in place and winced at the strain to put on his tummy.

Katsuki sat up from the bench and huffed wearily. He used paper towels to clean it up for his companion then tossed them and ran his towel all across his sweaty face and torso glaring irritatedly at his friend.

"How much did ya fuckin' eat anyway idiot?" Katsuki groused lightly swatting Kirishima's bare tummy with the back of his hand.

"...Too much apparently," Kirishima admitted and patted his belly.

He set his own towel down and laid onto the bench. His stomach stuck out a little when he laid on the bench and grabbed the bar which had over 275 lbs on it. Kirishima bared his fangs and started his lift. His own muscles were more defined and a little larger in mass than Katsuki's which became all the more apparent when he pushed the weights up from just above his muscular chest.

He was taking his lift steady but each push up applied pressure throughout his whole torso. And in doing so made his belly gurgle thickly and heavily. Kirishima's face soured in the middle of his lift yet he kept going powering through the pain.

It didn't help him because the deeper he got into his set the noisier his stomach gurgled. Katsuki was spotting him and could hear it even more loudly than when he was laying down on the bench.

"Dude stop being dumb. Your gut can't handle all that strain at once," Katsuki warned and grabbed the bar before Kirishima could continue finishing his set.

Kirishima would have protested but his stomach gave a warningly loud burble that made him lurch and immediately sit up and heave.

Katsuki flinched and inched back worried that his friend was about to puke in the gym. "Dammit I fuckin' warned ya not to overdo it when your gut wasn't up to it you fuckin' ass-"

But Katsuki's words were off when Kirishima grabbed his gurgling belly and let loose the loudest burp Katsuki had ever heard. All that gurgling was building up an enormous gas bubble in Kirishima's belly that came rocketing up his throat and violently expelling so loudly that it echoed all throughout the schools gym. Any students that were working out stopped what they were doing and stared as that massive eruption ruptured out of Kirishima for almost five seconds!

After it ended another sharp burp shot out of Kirishima's mouth and was followed by Kirishima pushing on his belly and working out a really throaty burp.

Kirishima moaned loudly and slumped back leaning his bare back against the barbell itself.

"Hah...hhhhrraaaaah...ohhhh my god I needed that..." Kirishima sighed and slapped his belly with abject relief.

Katsuki just stared at his friend.

"...Next time we work out? Yer eatin' on an empty stomach shithead..."

Kirishima was too busy huffing with relief at first. But he managed a small grin. "I dunno dude...phew...if we do that then my belly might start grumblin' outta hunger..."

"At least hunger burps aren't that fuckin' loud..."

"Are you okay Tsunotarou?" Yuu asked with a concerned frown. She was sitting on the couch next to dorm leader Malleus Draconia who had on his fine school dress uniform and blazer.

"Nnf...whatever do you mean dear?" Malleus asked with a light scowl on his pale handsome face.

"You've been in a bad mood ever since you came back from lunch with Lilia."

Malleus looked down with his brow still furrowed and very lightly rubbed his chest. He looked uncomfortable.

"Ungh I must apologize if I seem a tad short my sweet. Riddle looked to be hosting tea time with all of the dorm leaders and their subordinates. Even Leona showed up if just to consume all of the sandwiches Trey had prepared. They seemed to be having quite a lot of fun together..." Malleus' eyes burned a little when he said that. But he quickly composed himself and rubbed his chest some more. "Suddenly lunch didn't seem to agree with me."

"...Lost your appetite?" Yuu asked.

"I suppose so. My lunch didn't seem to last as long as it usually does despite having larger portions than usual. I may have helped myself to Lilia's dish as well as Silver's and none of them seemed especially filling. But I've had rather fierce heartburn ever since..."

Yuu rested her face in her palm and shook her head. "It means you probably ate way too much way too fast..." she explained.

"Perhaps. My chest has felt funny ever since. As though there were a significant amount of weight pressing against it," Malleus explained and once again rubbed his chest gently.

Yuu giggled. "That means you probably have to burp, silly."

Malleus seemed to pout slightly. "I'm hardly silly dear."

Yuu rolled her eyes. "Here lemme help. Sit up straight for a sec."

Malleus looked confused but he nonetheless sat up with his back straightened perfectly. Yuu crawled up to Malleus right by his side and gently began thumping the center of his back right between his shoulder blades. She kept thumping her open palm into his back while Malleus looked on with confusion.

But his confusion gave way to more discomfort. His strain seemed to worsen the more Yuu patted his back like a baby. He tried to speak up but as soon as he opened his fine mouth Malleus was caught off guard by a loud throat rattling burp that rumbled out of him so hard that a plum of smoke expelled from his jaws. It was big enough to rattle off the walls and make the couch itself seem to quiver.

"Jeez Tsunotarou!" Yuu exclaimed. Her cheeks burning red.

Malleus covered his mouth in surprise which was still spewing some smoke but the relief he felt was so immediate he couldn't stop a moan of euphoria from exiting his mouth.

"Oooohhhh my...pardon me my dear but...hhhaaahh...that felt splendid..."

"I'll bet," yuu observed still a little hot under the collar. She instinctively gave his back another few pats to see if anymore would come up.

To Yuu's splendor an especially firm pat made her boyfriend give a deep throaty burp that rolled out for a few seconds and made more smoke expel out of him.

"Wow you really overate quickly didn't you..." Yuu marveled.

She continued to drum Malleus' backside like a baby until she hit the right spot and caused a short sharp burp to erupt from the young prince and then a much deeper and longer one rolled out shortly after. Yuu counted three plus seconds on that one.

Malleus groaned and blew smoke out of the corner of his mouth. Then he slumped into the couch with his arm wrapped around his girlfriend lovingly.

"Unnngh...that made such a world of difference..." he groaned. "...Thank you so much my beloved..."

Her face was still furiously red. But because Yuu was so daring she pulled Malleus closer to her so she was resting into his lean and defined torso. Then she unbuttoned his blazer and vest to put her hand on Malleus' tummy. It felt a little distended but not as bloated as she knew it could get.

"Feels like that did the trick," she said and started to rub Malleus' stomach in circles.

The young dragon prince groaned pleasurably in her touch and leaned against her. "Oooohhhh do please continue that my sweet..."

Yuu was more than happy to oblige him.

She look it a little further by unbuttoning his dress shirt from the bottom. Yuu exposed Malleus' pale bare stomach and put her hand on it. His middle felt a little puffy and slightly less defined than it usually was. That extra softness made Malleus' tummy so comforting to the touch.

So Yuu gently rubbed Malleus' belly in relaxing circles. Her soft hand slid up and down the subtlest curve to his belly which made Malleus groan pleasurably especially when her finger teased his belly button. While she rubbed she lightly patted Malleus' belly to bask in how it felt and sounded with each little pat she gave.

Malleus smirked at her. "Are you still trying to make me expel pressure from my system?"

"Yep," Yuu replied with a furious blush but no shame.

The dormhead was amused despite not fully understanding Yuu's fetish or really understanding fetishes much at all.

Nevertheless he guided her hand towards the upper part of his stomach where she could feel it was the most tense. Yuu could sense the angry organ burbling especially hard around this part. So she pressed down on Malleus' belly and made the young fae throw his head back with a burp so loud that it could have very easily been mistaken for a dragon roar. Especially with the small fire that spewed from his mouth as a result of the force.

Malleus blinked with surprise and covered his mouth blushing a little himself.

"...Ngh...m-my apologies..."

"......Is it weird that the dragon fire just made that burp even hotter...?" Yuu asked with a face as red as Riddle's whenever someone called him short.

Malleus muffled a smaller afterburp and palmed his chest gently. "Ungh. Not at all. Fire makes everything hotter," Malleus replied mistaking the "hotness" Yuu described for literal heat.

She laughed and shook her head at how oblivious the powerful prince could be sometimes. Malleus blinked with confusion. It all just made him so much cuter.

Yuu continued to gently stroke Malleus' tummy while the prince leaned back and savored his girlfriends touch. As she sat on the couch rubbing Malleus' belly she looked off in thought then stared back at Malleus.

"Tsunotar...Mal?"

"Hm?" Malleus was so relaxed that his eyes were rested shut. They half opened and he glanced down at his girlfriend.

"...Are you okay?"

Malleus snorted softly through his tiny nostrils. "If you're asking whether I need to expel more pressure-"

"-No. I mean...are you feeling hurt?"

A second passed then Malleus smiled a little sadly. "...I'm used to being left out. The others either fear me or in the case of Leona...despise me."

She stopped rubbing for a moment then gently started to stroke Malleus' soft cheek. "I don't."

Malleus glanced back at Yuu and smiled a little more gently. He cupped her hand against his cheek and leaned into it almost gratefully.

Yuu smiled and continued to lovingly caress his cheek. "How would you like to have some tea time together? Just the two of us?"

Malleus smiled and took her hand. "I would cherish that immensely my love..." he said sincerely and kissed Yuu's hand in a princely fashion.

Yuu's cheeks flared up at that gesture. Then she returned it by leaning up to Malleus and surprising the young prince with a kiss on his lips. Now it was Malleus' turn to blush a little but he smirked anew and leaned into Yuu's kiss. The two young students lovingly made out with each other with Yuu's free hand still planted atop Malleus' stomach.

When she leaned in closer her hand pressed a little more firmly onto Malleus' belly. It was just bloated enough from his anger-eating earlier that the added pressure worked up a deep gurgle. He felt more pressure rising up his throat and quickly pulled his lips away from Yuu's just in time to turn his head and give a thick closed mouth burp that Yuu heard rumble heavily within Malleus' mouth.

The young prince blew the smokey gas out from his lips and flushed slightly.

"...M-My apologies."

But Yuu's red face didn't suggest disgust.

"Y'know with me...next time you don't have to pull away," she said a little eagerly.

Malleus blinked then chuckled softly through his nose. "...You truly are a strange one my dear child of man...and I continue to cherish every second I'm fortunate enough to be with you..."

Sometimes being with Malleus felt like a dream. Here was this all powerful wizard who was young impossibly attractive and capable of all manner of feats through his relentless dark magic. Yet he seemed to relish every moment he got to spend with some magic-less girl from another realm altogether.

Once someone got past his intimidating aura Malleus was one of the sweetest most considerate mages a girl could ever meet.