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It wasn’t something Rindo noticed right away, but Hazuki caught it like a hawk; the way Rindo’s jeans strained against his tummy, and the way his cheeks had filled out even more alongside lingering baby fat. Hazuki knew that Rindo’s time in the game had caused immense stress for him, he could still hear it reverb in Rindo’s anxiety ridden thoughts. It appeared that this was the reason Rindo began to seek solace through eating his favourite snacks. Hazuki often heard him affectionately refer to such foods as comfort. And although Hazuki didn’t understand how food could be more “comforting” than what he could offer to Rindo, seeing Rindo plump and happy didn’t bother Hazuki in the least. In fact, Hazuki would say he rather liked it. A lot.
Hazuki enjoys watching Rindo eat, and to think that same activity would contribute to Rindo’s soft belly or the cute chubbiness in his cheeks makes it even more interesting to observe. Hazuki watches Rindo take another bite of his extremely rich chocolate parfait, happily licking the spoon clean while he plays on his phone. Hazuki’s eyes narrow at the little bit of chocolate caught in the corner of Rindo’s lips before dipping forward so he can lick it off.
“H-Haz,” Rindo splutters, his distress then muffled by Hazuki kissing him deeper, tasting the sweet chocolate on his tongue. Rindo pushes him off, his face vibrant red, “Not here,” he hisses. Hazuki lightly bites down on Rindo’s cheek before he can be pushed away further, the feeling between his teeth like mochi. Rindo whines again, struggling against Hazuki’s unnatural strength, “Not in public!” he says. Hazuki reluctantly stops playfully gnawing at his cheek. Though seeing Rindo so red-faced gives Hazuki enough satisfaction to stave off his pursuit of more. For now, at least.
Rindo rubs at his face, giving Hazuki a pout, “You’re biting me now?” he asks.
Hazuki smiles, “I wanted to know what it felt like. Your cheek looked so soft.”
Rindo’s pout deepens, “Right…” Hazuki’s smile slips off his face in confusion as he scans him and hears the shame in Rindo’s thoughts: I know I’m getting fat. Maybe I shouldn’t even finish this. As Rindo stares regretfully at his unfinished parfait. Hazuki grabs the dainty spoon from Rindo’s fingers, dipping it into the parfait before presenting it to Rindo’s lips. “Huh?” Rindo asks.
“I’ll feed you,” Hazuki says, smiling.
Rindo hesitates before delicately taking the bite, his cheeks flushing as he chews. This is kinda romantic… Rindo’s thoughts are replaced as Hazuki continues feeding him. Hazuki intently watches Rindo’s lips part, catching a peek of his tongue before his mouth wraps around the end of the spoon. Rindo’s eyes skittishly dart away from Hazuki’s too intense gaze only to be dragged back again when he takes another bite.
Rindo licks and nibbles at his lips as he finishes the last of the dessert, and Hazuki does his best to restrain himself from doing it for him.
“You really enjoy these,” Hazuki observes, “What is it about them you like so much?”
Rindo ponders Hazuki’s question for a moment, “I guess, they’re sweet. But not too sweet,” Rindo says, his eyes drifting over to Hazuki, “The dark chocolate makes it rich, and it mixes really well with the cream.”
Hazuki hums, listening to Rindo’s more pleasant thoughts of: That was good… I’m glad I finished it.
“Are you still hungry, Rindo?” Hazuki asks, now eager at the thought of feeding him again.
“Nah, I’m pretty stuffed,” Rindo says to Hazuki’s disappointment. Though, Hazuki knows it won’t take long for Rindo’s body to require more food. The experience was something Hazuki enjoyed, and it seemed to please Rindo, too. It wouldn’t be long before Hazuki had another chance to ask again, he was sure of it.
Rindo decides to grab his dinner from the closest convenience store despite his thoughts still plaguing him with worry about his weight. It would just be the two of them tonight in Rindo’s small apartment, and Hazuki always loved when they had alone time together.
Hazuki snuggles up beside Rindo under their low table while they watch TV, but his attention keeps slipping over to Rindo who has his chopsticks pressed to his lips between bites of food as he stares intently at the screen.
“Do you want me to feed you again, Rindo?” Hazuki asks with a smile. Rindo blinks over at him, his chubby cheeks turning a vibrant shade of red.
“Uh, okay…” Rindo breathes. He awkwardly hands Hazuki the chopsticks.
“It would be easier if you turned towards me.” Hazuki chuckles at the exasperated look he receives but is pleased to see Rindo still repositions himself anyway. Hazuki grabs the first piece of meat from the bento, small enough to easily fit into Rindo’s mouth.
Rindo takes the bites Hazuki offers to him, just like before, but soon Rindo can barely keep eye contact, turning his head to instead focus on the TV while Hazuki feeds him.
Hazuki frowns, “Look at me,” he says firmly, demanding Rindo's full attention. Rindo’s face snaps back at Hazuki’s tone, his eyes wide. Hazuki taps on Rindo’s lips with the chopsticks, shoving a larger piece of food into Rindo’s mouth as soon as it opens.
“Mmmph-” Rindo glares over at Hazuki while he struggles to gnaw on the generous bite, but Hazuki is already grabbing another to stuff between Rindo’s lips. It’s captivating, the way Rindo’s cheeks look even chubbier stuffed with food, as if he were a little hamster.
Rindo’s face scrunches up as he chews, doing his best to grind down the food Hazuki’s keeps forcing into his mouth. Eventually Rindo gets a rhythm down, able to chew fast enough to keep up with Hazuki’s assault. The way Rindo willingly opens his mouth for Hazuki, tongue lolling out for him to guide the morsels past his teeth and down his throat kicks up Hazuki’s heart rate. It was strange that he never quite felt this way about Rindo’s consumption before, but watching him now, made something squeeze in his chest.
Rindo tried grabbing at Hazuki’s wrist when the box was just two thirds of the way done, still half chewing on a bite when he says, “’m too full.”
Hazuki hums, ignoring Rindo’s plea to shove more food into his mouth. Rindo struggles to chew and swallow, turning his head away only for Hazuki to grab him by the chin, forcing him back to look at him.
“Be a good boy, and finish your dinner,” Hazuki smiles, enjoying the way Rindo whines in displeasure. He was unbearably cute. Hazuki squeezes the sides of Rindo’s jaw to pop his mouth open, being delicate enough to ensure he doesn’t crush it in his grip from the excitement. He pops another bite of rice into Rindo’s mouth, pushing his jaw closed, encouraging him to chew and swallow.
Rindo is forced to take another bite, and another. Groaning in discomfort the entire time Hazuki feeds him. Finally, Rindo opens his mouth for the last bite of meat, chewing sluggishly before swallowing it. Hazuki smiles at him happily while Rindo grips his stomach in displeasure. “I feel nauseous,” he groans.
“I’m impressed you were able to finish it all, Rindo,” Hazuki praises, though the blush dusting Rindo’s cheeks contrasts against the: As if I had a choice in Rindo’s thoughts.
Rindo’s face twists in pain when he lays his forehead onto the table, but Hazuki doesn’t let him rest for long before he’s rolling Rindo flat on his back onto the pile of pillows and blankets behind him.
“Hrk! Haz!” Rindo groans. Rindo doesn’t have much time to protest before he begins to moan weakly when Hazuki slips his hand underneath Rindo’s hoodie to start softly rubbing his tummy. Rindo’s flesh is so soft under Hazuki’s large palm, his stomach a little bloated from the meal, but still pliant enough to give beneath Hazuki’s fingers.
“Good boy,” Hazuki teases. Rindo’s brows pinch together. I’m not a dog. But the way his face reddens tells Hazuki he likes it anyway.
“Honestly I didn’t think much about your weight gain at first, but I’ve decided you’re so cute like this,” Hazuki confesses, moving overtop of Rindo so that he cages him down against the blankets.
Rindo blinks up at him, wide-eyed, “Huh?!”
“I just,” Hazuki starts, feeling overwhelmed by the softness of Rindo beneath him. Despite the added weight, Rindo still feels so small and delicate. And so… “I just want to eat you.” Edible.
“What the hell does that mean?” Rindo squeaks. He makes another adorable noise like a small animal when Hazuki dips down to press his lips into the column of Rindo’s neck.
“H-Haz…” Rindo moans, sucking harshly through his teeth when Haz bites down roughly into his throat. Hazuki restrains the urge to sink in deeper, imagining how Rindo’s blood would be scarlet nectar on his tongue, more delicious than anything he’s ever tasted.
Rindo squirms beneath him, gasping through the light pain of blunt teeth on flesh, gritting out a strained “Haz” between gasps. Hazuki pulls away just enough so he can lap at the bitemark in apology.
Rindo is dazed when Hazuki looks at him, his eyes are on the verge of tears, and his neck is now blemished with Hazuki’s teeth marks, bright red against Rindo’s pale skin. Hazuki thinks it looks good on him.
“Biting me again,” Rindo grits through his teeth, “It hurts.”
Hazuki chuckles while he slides both of his warm hands up the sides of Rindo’s hips until he reaches the plush flesh of his sides. It’s so squishy and soft, Hazuki is so delighted at the way he can dig his fingers into it, like marshmallow. “I just can’t help myself; it seems,” Hazuki murmurs, watching Rindo’s guarded expression, as if Hazuki was going to bite him again. And Hazuki would be lying if he said he didn’t consider it.
“You’re such a weirdo,” Rindo complains. Something he mentions often. Hazuki wonders if maybe he’s right.
Hazuki grabs the sides of Rindo’s jaw again as he leans down to kiss him, squeezing just enough so he can push his tongue between Rindo’s lips. Rindo tastes like teriyaki, and yet Hazuki can still pick out the natural flavour of his tongue, and the delicate taste of his saliva. Something about it was new and invigorating as he explores deep into Rindo’s mouth, attempting to venture down into his throat as far as he can reach. Rindo quivers under the kiss, a drip of saliva leaking down his chin as Hazuki fills his mouth with his tongue.
Hazuki pulls away once he’s gotten his fill, still smiling at Rindo’s sweet face, his lips now plump and wet, and begging to be bitten. But Hazuki has a better idea.
He rolls Rindo onto his stomach, Rindo complaining the whole way, at least until Hazuki is slipping down his baggy jeans and boxers.
“What are you-?” Rindo asks, but his breath gets stuck in his throat when Hazuki is pulling apart the plump cheeks of his ass to admire Rindo’s hole. Hazuki squeezes Rindo’s cheeks again for good measure, enjoying how soft and perfect they were, velvety from peach fuzz. Rindo makes an indignant little noise when Hazuki sticks his nose between them, flattening his tongue against Rindo’s asshole and shivering from the flavour.
“Ugh!” Rindo squirms under Hazuki’s hold. He’s always embarrassed when Hazuki licks him here, but it feels too good to push him away. Hazuki feels proud of that fact as he continues swiping his tongue against Rindo’s sensitive skin. Hazuki’s mouth waters at how good Rindo tastes, taking deep inhales of Rindo’s own salty, musky scent. Rindo is panting and whining and moaning Hazuki’s name, his hole twitching open for Hazuki’s tongue to push inside.
“Mmmn- Haz,” Rindo gasps at the intrusion, “Haz, w-wait!” Hazuki doesn’t stop suckling on Rindo’s ass, eyes closed, lost in the sweetest treat he can think of.
“Haz!” Rindo almost shouts, finally making Hazuki pause, “Did you really mean it?” Rindo whimpers.
Hazuki reluctantly pulls away from Rindo’s ass to give him a quizzical look, scanning Rindo’s thoughts as Rindo glances at him over his shoulder. He can’t actually like me like this…
Hazuki gives him an amused smile.
“Don’t laugh!” Rindo huffs, his annoyance meant to hide his apparent insecurity.
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Rindo.”
Rindo’s eyebrow arches when he gives Hazuki a disbelieving look, well aware of how often Hazuki may bend the truth for his own benefit. But when it came to Rindo, Hazuki always felt more inclined to be direct. Something about the way it made Rindo happy to know Hazuki enjoyed his company made him feel… good.
“Of course, I meant it,” Hazuki says, squeezing at the plushness around Rindo’s tummy, “Everything about you is perfect.” Hazuki grins at the way Rindo’s ears go red and the way he turns away from Hazuki’s hungry gaze.
“Okay,” Rindo mutters to himself, “Thanks,” he peeps, barely audible enough for Hazuki to hear.
Hazuki is so endeared by the display it hurts. He flops himself down on top of Rindo and he’s big enough to cover the boy’s small body.
“Hey!” Rindo yelps when Hazuki wraps his arms around him.
“I also meant it when I said I wanted to eat you,” Hazuki teases.
Rindo’s eyes go wide before Hazuki is nibbling playfully on his ear.
“Haz!” Rindo writhes around underneath him, begging Haz to let him go even as his mouth pulls up into a grin, "Come on, I still feel sick, asshole!"
Hazuki can only chuckle as Rindo weakly tries to buck him off, but Hazuki won't let him escape his talons. Not until he gobbles up every last bit of him.