PART 2
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.2
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You know the drill! Request, Write, Read, all that good stuff.
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.
Head on over to part 3 instead!
PART 2 OVERFLOW POST
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | ( Read more... )
“Poke. Poke. Poke.”
“Masaomi,” Mikado murmurs in annoyance, batting Kida’s hand away from the swell of his stomach. “That’s annoying.”
“But when I poke you, the baby kicks, see?” Kida pokes him again, grinning at the slight pressure against his hand.
“I know he does,” Mikado says, pushing up into a sitting position, “since I’m the one he’s kicking. Which is part of why it’s annoying.”
“Mikado~! Leave me alone, you’ve been able to feel the baby kicking for weeks.”
Mikado sighs and rubs the small of his back. If he’s this achy after only five months, he can’t imagine how miserable he’ll be at nine. And Kida making the baby kick doesn’t help.
There is a sudden, insistent press of fingertips on his back, and Mikado groans a little painfully. Kida lets up some, kneading tense shoulder blades, pushing the heels of his hands gently against the planes of Mikado’s back.
“Mm…” Mikado lets his head hang forward as Kida slowly releases some of the tension that has been building in his whole body for months. Because they’re barely twenty years old and broke and Mikado has no idea if they can do this, really do this, give this baby the life he deserves.
But Kida is as brimming with confidence about their ability to raise their child as he is about everything else, and he makes Mikado think that, well, other people have done this under harder circumstances, haven’t they? At least they’re together, at least Kida wants more than anything to be a father…
And they managed to get an apartment, one with two bedrooms, one that’s close to a school, and Kida’s working at Russia Sushi and Mikado’s asked everyone in Ikebukuro if he can babysit their kids because he needs the experience anyway.
So maybe… maybe they’ll be okay. But he doesn’t know. And it scares him so much because he loves this baby, more than he can even fathom. So he worries and he doesn’t tell Kida because he can’t, because he doesn’t want Kida to think he’s having doubts.
“You’re so tense,” Kida whispers, kissing a trail down Mikado’s shoulder. “Why are you always so tense, Mikado?”
Mikado hesitates. “I don’t think pregnancy agrees with me,” he says finally, and it’s not a lie, exactly. Not totally. He’s swollen and uncomfortable and fairly miserable.
Kida wraps his arms around Mikado from behind, rubs circles on Mikado’s belly. “A stressed mommy is not good for the baby, you know.”
“I’m trying,” Mikado says, because he is-he wants to have Kida’s confidence, to shed all his uncertainty and enjoy the knowledge that he’s going to be a father. “It’s hard.”
“I know.” Kida kisses his neck, his jaw. “But it’ll be okay.”
“What if it’s not?”
“It will be.” Kida pushes a hand under Mikado’s shirt, passes over the growing bump to brush across his chest, over hypersensitive nipples. Mikado lets out a quiet moan and arches into Kida’s touch.
“It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” Kida whispers, tugging at the hem of Mikado’s t-shirt and pulling it over his head when Mikado lifts his arms obligingly. “And you know, I find sex to be very relaxing.”
Mikado feels a smile tug at his lips and nods, turning his torso enough to catch the corner of Kida’s mouth in a kiss, and then leans his forehead against his boyfriend’s. “Masaomi,” he says, “what if it’s not okay?”
“We’ll make it okay, Mikado. No matter what we have to do, we’ll do it. Because we can do it. All things considered, I think we’re in a good place. Shinra-san told me today he could use a hand at work sometimes and that you could learn on the job, and you can start anytime. Celty-san and Anri-chan have already agreed to babysit whenever we need it. We’re lucky.”
“Shinra-san said I could work for him? Even while I’m pregnant?”
“Mmhm.” Kida taps his nose. “And if he doesn’t take care of you, Celty-san will beat him senseless, so it’s a good deal.”
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