08-14-2018, 07:13 AM
It was one of those nights when Harry's worse fear came true, Daniel had been moaning with the human's stroking fingers against the nub of pleasure. He was wet, his body squirming weakly as he laid against the warm man beside him, moaning into his chest as he slept soundly. His belly was tight and he barely moved more than his limbs as he laid on his partners chest, whimpering and pulling up his knees to either side of his belly. He pushed weakly against that hand between his legs, his body aching for anything to push into him, he was horny and it was due to Harry and his wandering hands. His mouth opened and closed as he struggled in his sleep, moaning when his stomach felt too full, almost as if he would pop as he moaned,"Harry." He was weak as he moved, toes curling, he was slowly waking up, but not because of the human's prying hands. It was something else that was bothering him, he was too sleepy to remember his anger towards the human, something was wrong. "It hurts." He turned his head and his hands, which never left his belly stroked his stomach slowly, he turned himself best he could onto his side. Holding his belly and groaning as he felt too tight and he couldn't do anything about it but squirm beneath the weight of their child. "Harry?" He called again like a lost child.
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