[Regifortis]

Steve snorted. "Well, you have the spirit of it down." He let Will rub his back as he thought, feeling the old man's kindness through the firm and gentle support. "I've seen people put in hints like 'you look like you're eating for two' and that junk, but I don't think anyone's actually believing that. Worse comes to worse, I'll just play it off like I'm going for a pregnant-looking belly and roleplaying like I have brats in here." Rubbing his stomach and feeling the kicks and rolls made him suspect that it was twins. Or even more...he shivered at the thought.

"Alright...I've done some reading, and I think I know how to go about this stuff. Dirty talk is like spontaneous roleplay. From what I understand, it's just getting into your role and letting your thoughts flow. I'm doing the same. So we kinda bounce off each other and prompt each other. So I'll start." Steve let his fantasies twist a little and earnestly treasured Will's touch on him. His voice became heavy with need. "Sir, I...I really hope I'm big enough for you. You take such good care of me. You took me in when I had nowhere else to go. I've been eating and eating, just like you said. I'm so heavy...am I sexy enough for you yet, Sir? Please tell me."

Steve let a beat pass. "Alright, so you'd listen to something like that and just say the first thing that comes to mind."