Favorite Food/s to Stuff With?
"C'mon, Lo, open up,"
Loki pressed his lips together and shook his head.
"Loki," Tom said more sharply. "You said yourself that babies need lots of food to grow big and strong, now open up!"
"No!" the god yelled. "I'm sick of cheesecake," he whined.
"You? Sick of cheesecake? You picked this out! It's a variety pack! How can you be sick of it?!"
"I just am, Thomas. Please. No more,"
Tom, exhausted from tending to Loki all day, snapped. He removed two ties from the closet and secured the god's wrists to the bedposts. "Open,"
Loki shook his head again stubbornly.
Maintaining as much composure as he could, he settled himself between Loki's legs and began giving him a belly massage. "Please, Lo?" he purred. "For me?"
Loki gave a feeble whimper before gently taking the rich cake from Tom's hand, chewing slowly, and swallowing painfully. He leaned against the bed and burped softly. "Please. I'm *hic*-I'm so *hic* bloated,"
"But it's your favorite dessert,"
Loki sighed, then winced as his belly protested the movement. "I know," he said, opening his mouth.
"Good boy; good, Loki. You've got to make sure that the baby is nice and fat when it's born,"
Loki smiled, then asked, "Please untie my hands so I can rub my belly? It really hurts, and I need more than just your one hand,"
Tom obliged and fed Loki the rest of the creamy dessert while the god rubbed at the hot flesh of his bulging middle. "Thank you," Tom kissed Loki as he swallowed the last bite of cheesecake, then settled in next to him and worked with the god on soothing his aching middle.