Tummy Rubs
Tom returned from his morning run and hopped in the shower. He didn't bother getting dressed before snuggling in next to Loki, who whimpered softly. "Morning, beautiful," he whispered.
"Ow. Full is right," Loki whined pitifully.
Tom smiled softly. "When did you do this to yourself, hmmm?" he wondered aloud, gently running his hand over his husband's swollen, fat stomach.
"I-" Loki began before being interrupted by a burp. "I started last night. Was so hungry. Brought food back to bed. Oooof. Can't move," he panted as he burped again.
Tom felt himself harden while watching Loki squirm, rubbing at his own distended belly. He began thrusting against it roughly, grunting. "You...my god...are so sexy right now," he panted. "I can't wait until this one arrives so I can get you pregnant again, my love. I always want you like this: pregnant, full, and fat. You're glowing,"
"It's sweat," the god quipped, then squealed. "Wait, Tom," Loki protested weakly. "M'so full. Please,"
Tom rolled off with a frustrated groan, his cock throbbing. He lay there panting for a minute before straddling the god's thighs. "OK? I'm not squishing your belly?" he asked.
"No,"
The mortal gave himself a few quick pulls before cumming all over Loki's tummy. He rubbed the hot, sticky fluid into the god's skin, varying the pressure he applied to the bloated midsection on full display before him. He coaxed several burps out of his trickster as he pressed more firmly against the soft spots he found in the engorged organ and was encouraged as he felt Loki's binge shift inside him. "Is this helping?" he murmured soothingly.
Loki nodded sleepily as his belly gurgled, sighing in relief as he belched again, finally able to feel himself beginning to digest the enormous glut of food. He tried to lift his hips off the bed to make Tom rub harder, but his belly was far too full and heavy to permit it. "Harder," he whispered.
Tom leaned down and planted a kiss to Loki's tummy as the baby began to squirm. "Oh dear, the little one isn't happy with you," he tutted, pressing the heel of his hand into strategic places across Loki's belly as the god continued to burp. Eventually the burps turned to soft snores, but Tom never took his hands from Loki's tummy. He'd never tire of the feeling of his husband's warm belly, full, fat, and round beneath his hands.