"What should I do, Suga… I'm so fucking turned on it feels like my head's about to split... Haahh.. fuck."
Zion rested his forehead against Suga's chest. All this time, he'd been careful not to let his full weight settle on him—the one drawback of having him like this while he was pregnant. He couldn't press their bodies together, couldn't pull Suga flush against him the way he usually would.
He drew in a slow breath, then buried his face in the crook of Suga's neck, inhaling the sweetness of his pheromones. Beneath him, he could feel Suga's breathing begin to steady, his body slowly unwinding from the brief pause and that alone pulled a quiet, satisfied laugh from him.
"Earlier, you asked if I stopped being turned on by you because your body's changed… you really said something that stupid, didn't you… heh …"
