Locked until he pops |

[synchwell]

Waking up with no prior memory of how he got into the room was not new for the Hotel. Having a locked door opening by specific means was run of the mill too; the usual get one's partner to orgasm the Hotel's go to. Heine has some time to think this room is another quick fuck and let go, but the faint aroma of sweets tell him he's wrong.

More so when he lifts from his seat and discovers who else is in waiting. She's still sleeping, dark hair frayed over her eyes and a gentle rise of her breath chest. She's attractive for certain. He isn't a moron or so with drawn he can't see that; or want that.

There's already a warmth radiating from his neck. Soft to no startle, he speaks her name and questions if he ought to shake her. Touch wins out and his hands take her shoulders to wake her.

"Hey, wake up Naoto." Enough rattling and a piece of paper flutters from her pocket addressed to her and their means of getting out of this room.

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[secondone]

"Until you feel ready to pop." She confirms. Although maybe she didn't confirm that with him just yet.

She grabs some cookies and pushes those into his mouth too. "If you're getting turned on, you'll have to wait."

[synchwell]

"You're enjoying this. No doubt." The letter had in how they are to get out, except the extent of how much was left vague. Hearing Naoto say it so nonchalant and wanting to push him to such a limit is-- intriguing.

The extra mouthful silences him into chew and takes a moment to get down, his stomach starting to ache from its contents and perhaps even ballooning out a little.

"Who said I was? Are you getting wet from stuffing me?" He taunts back.

[secondone]

"Who can say?" She's absolutely enjoying this, perhaps far more than she should. But then again, it's nice to see him being dominated a bit. She moves in closer, feeling his stomach underneath her hand.

"You're still small." Though he doesn't help that he is attractive anyways. "How're you feeling?" Giving him more cookies to eat.

[synchwell]

"I can." No leap of logic there when she keeps feeding him and rubbing his stomach, the once slender middle starting bud into a bump with how much she's been shoving into him. And continues too as cookies are pushed into his mouth leaving him little room to talk; or tease.

"Hey-- slow down." Heine mutters swallowing the last mouthful. "Full. Warm. How about you?" Warm too he thinks as he runs fingers down the side of her leg.

[secondone]

"Sorry." She got excited, but she wouldn't admit it outloud. Not when he was absolutely catching on to how much she enjoyed it. Her fingers on his stomach and giving it a rub.

"Fine." Yeah, he probably has already caught on. Oh well. "I think you look good."

[synchwell]

"Thought I looked good already-- or better looking with a belly?" He taunted keen to Naoto's enjoyment of his stuffing. Heine hummed and shut his eyes at the rub of his stomach; the gentle rise at odds with how thin he usually was.

"Not fair I don't get to feed you too." He added tracing along her hip with his fingers.

[secondone]

"...Better." She confirms, rubbing up that stomach before putting a doughnut into his mouth. "You might not get to feed me, but there's something else you can do later."

Moving in to kiss him on the lips, "Promise."

[synchwell]

"Better?" He huffs in slight amusement before eating the doughnut placed in his mouth. Hearing he's in no position to feed her comes as a let down; but something better earns a slight smirk.

"Shame, I think you'd like good with a belly-- but something else later sounds-- good." He kisses back and finds his shirt tugging about his budding belly. "And what is that later entail?"

[secondone]

"You're getting greedy." She sighs and pushes a small slice of cake into his mouth. "Isn't it better to be surprised?" Moving in to kiss him again and touching his cheek.

"Just keep eating and don't worry about it."

[synchwell]

"How can I not worry. You're supposed to feed me until I can't move, right?" Something to that effect, which would leave him with a considerable belly at best. He eats all the same shooting looks of amusement and making circles on her thigh with his fingers.

"I'm getting... rounder." Heine chimes aware of his stomach turning round over the amount fed to him. It's getting harder to stomach it all. How much is he really gonna have to eat?

"Rather... eat you out." The food and hotel's effects taking a toll in favor of sex.