“Takumi,” Leo’s voice was soft, completely out of character, and Takumi was a little curious to see why.
“Yes babe?” Takumi called from the kitchen, bringing in a pie fresh from the oven. They had just finished their own little feast, a celebration for midterms passed, and Takumi had pulled out all the stops just to make sure everything had come out perfect. Yes, Leo was the one eating the majority of the food, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have something tasty as well.
“Um… there may be a small issue,” Leo’s voice was still meek. He was staring at his lap when Takumi came back in, hands resting on the armrests before he slowly looked back up to Takumi, “I think… I may be stuck.”
“Uh, what?” Takumi knew his brain was short-circuiting from that sentence. Stuck? That was just a joke written in those smutty fics he and Leo read to get into the mood, there was no way this was real. “You’re… stuck. In your seat.”
“Yes,” Leo muttered, still not looking at Takumi.
“Because… you ate too much?”
“I mean, wouldn’t that seem to be the case?” Leo snapped before frowning, rubbing at his face with one hand, “Eventually we knew it would get to this point, but I hate to say it- I don’t think it was just this meal.”
“Well of course not-”
“N-no, I mean… I knew when I sat down,” Leo muttered, “and I thought I should let you know before it gets any worse.”
“So you told me after our giant fucking dinner but before dessert?” Takumi asked, his body growing warmer every second he stared at Leo’s ass and realized that oh boy, he was definitely stuck.
“How am I supposed to help?” Takumi finally asked after Leo declined to answer, watching the blond pick at his shirt, probably to try in vain to cover the large and plush belly that sat heavy in his lap. Leo had purposefully worn smaller clothes for tonight, something Takumi was enjoying very much despite his boyfriend’s situation.
“You’re strong, can’t you pull me out?” Leo asked, finally looking up at Takumi. While he was clearly flushed from embarrassment, Takumi knew that look a little too well to know that wasn’t the only reason why he was red in the face.
“Hm, I don’t know,” Takumi hummed, setting the pie down in front of Leo and pulling his chair up beside him, “can’t you just eat your way out, fatass?”
“Awful,” Leo groaned, “This is why I don’t come to you for help.”
“Hush,” Takumi muttered, leaning his elbow on the table to prop his head up, “I’ll get you out of there before the end of the night. But first, let’s not waste this opportunity. I’ve got you stuck in one spot all night~”
“You told me to remind you not to get too carried away,” Leo said, eyeing the pie.
“And you told me you’d eat whatever I put in front of you. Now-” Takumi finally picked up the fork, scooping a bite of warm apple pie, and held it to Leo’s lips, “hold up your end of the deal. We aren’t leaving until this pie is done.”
Leo looked at the bite, then at Takumi, making sure to keep direct eye contact with him as his lips slid over the fork and he pulled back, savoring every crumb he could. After swallowing, Leo glanced at Takumi before sighing, pudgy fingers resting on the thick fat of his thighs, and closed his eyes, mouth wide open.
“Now…?” Leo asked, fingers gripping onto his belly. An empty pie tin rested on the table before him, only a few crumbs dotting its surface, and Leo couldn’t help but feel just a bit too full. Just how he liked it.
“I guess,” Takumi made a big show of sighing and standing up, holding his arms out. Leo grabbed onto Takumi’s arms, groaning as he tried to pull himself up. After a moment of struggling, he sat back into the chair, ears burning as he heard a loud groan from the wood.
“Um… don’t move,” Takumi said, ignoring Leo’s quip of ‘if I could’ to lean forward and wrap his arms around Leo. He linked his arms underneath Leo’s armpits, taking a breath and pulling up, grunting as he essentially tried to squat Leo into standing. Leo immediately grabbed into Takumi’s back, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
“Takumi!” Leo shouted, voice half an octave higher than Takumi had been expecting, and he couldn’t help but to start laughing, grip loose, and Takumi desperately hoped Leo had his feet on the ground. Takumi heard the clattering of the chair and gripped Leo tight again, helping him get his balance.
“Gods Takumi what was that?”
“You’re the one who wanted me to keep lifting,” Takumi shrugged slightly, pressing a kiss to Leo’s soft cheek, “that’s a good enough reason why. Now I know I can still carry your fat ass around~”
“You should have given me a better warning,” Leo muttered, fingers still gripping onto Takumi’s shirt. His grip tightened when Takumi’s sneaky hands suddenly squeezed his plush butt, another unseemly yelp coming from his lips.
“I love when you make those kinds of noises,” Takumi purred into Leo’s ear, nipping his neck before finally leaning back, “why don’t we take this back to the bedroom, hm? I have a feeling it’ll be a while before you could break the bed.”
“Not with the way you’re feeding me, damn,” Leo said, finally letting go of Takumi. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips before turning around and heading towards their bedroom, Takumi taking a moment to appreciate just how tight those pants were squeezing his ass before finally following along.
