[Lovebite]

His legs splayed open as he panted heavily, hands on his belly for a long moment, he felt movement and he looked guilty while his eyes focused on the ceiling. It wasn't fair, he didn't want to have to do this, though he shouldn't just deny the kid life after having taken care of it for so long. He had conformed his life to it already, he hadn't drank or smoked an ounce since he had started showing, so why start hating it now? Just because he realized who it had come from?

The man struggled the same way, fruitlessly pushing again and again to no avail, he always gave up at the peak of it and squirmed through the other few seconds of it. Until, as he was bearing down a few hours later, there was finally a shift. Something felt different, there was a burning and he tossed his head back, his hands scrambling to find a tight grasp on anything firm he could find. As he brought his legs up, mouth opening in a silent wail before he was gritting his teeth again, though the head wasn't coming. He sobbed in frustration and pushed the heels of his hands into his face, legs open and braced against a shelf as he couldn't close them now, the head was there. It was coming seriously.