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Zee took a long, admiring look at him across the table as he opened the wine bottle and began pouring them each a glass. Even though NuNew wasn't much of a drinker, this was an especially special occasion, and an especially special bottle that Zee had ordered.
They were in Huahin, away from the bustle of their busy lives in Bangkok, at a fabulously romantic resort on the beach.
NuNew was simply watching him as he often did, appearing patient and thoughtful. The sound of waves behind them only added to the atmosphere wrapping around their cosy little spot.
"You've been looking so beautiful these days, teerak."
"Hm?"
He could tell by the high tone and slight start in his expression that NuNew couldn't help the shy stomach flutters at the unprompted compliment, even though he should be used to it after hearing daily adoring praises, going on 6 years now.
The fact that he could still make him shy was thrilling to Zee. It made his own insides hurt with the amount of love he contained for this precious man.
“You do, you're glowing,”
“I think it's the candlelight,” NuNew quipped.
But luckily, Zee was well aware that he wasn't actually immune to being teased with the constant flattery.
“It's my own personal starlight,” he corrected.
“Cheesy,”
“I love you, happy anniversary,” Zee raised his glass to cheers with him. Thank you for making my world brighter every day, his smile said.
“Happy anniversary, Hia. I love you too,” NuNew tipped his glass against his and smiled back sweetly, “Now hand me the menu, I'm absolutely starving,”
After their large and extravagant dinner (NuNew had actually ordered at least one of almost everything on the menu) Zee adjusted the camera on the table in front of them, setting it up to take some more commemorative pictures together at the beachfront restaurant.
NuNew stood behind him, stretching and looking over his shoulder in the viewfinder.
"Am I pregnant?" he joked, posing sideways and holding his stomach.
Zee laughed, repeating the compliment that was ever automatic when he was around NuNew, “You're beautiful, now come here,” Zee gestured for him, reaching down for the gift bag he had tucked next to his chair on the sand.
He propped his phone up against a water glass to record a video of NuNew's reaction when he opened the box to find another stunning ring to add to his jewellry collection.
“Ow, Hia, I didn't get you anything...” NuNew let him slip the ring on his right hand, mirroring their wedding band, and admiring how it glinted in the candle light. He gave a conciliatory, or maybe thankful, kiss to Zee's cheek.
“That's fine Nhu,” Zee assured with a content smile, as he always did, being the one who greatly enjoyed gifting and spoiling his husband beyond compare. It made the times that NuNew gave him something even more touching.
They went back to the hotel after the gift giving, video, and picture taking to find the suite decorated and fragrant with several gorgeous large bouquets of flowers that Zee had ordered to the room.
Before NuNew disappeared into the washroom, they agreed to make slow, lazy love. NuNew was still quite lethargic from the meal, which he ate more than his fair share of as always, but he was still eager to not waste the opportunity.
“We only get one anniversary a year, it's important to celebrate. And to take our chances whenever we have a babysitter.”
Zee could not (would not) argue with that reasoning. Thank goodness for grandparents.
He took the time while NuNew was in the other room to change into a comfortable resort robe, guessing that NuNew was likely to emerge butt ass naked and just complain if Zee wasn't nearly just as ready for him.
But instead, his pretty and devious little husband had another trick in store for him.
In addition to his flawless argument that they couldn't miss the chance to have unhurried anniversary sex, NuNew also brought out his secret weapon: A white lace lingerie number.
It had a single deep V closure, that barely kept things closed, displaying his collar bones and abdomen while the lace revealed delicious peeks of skin and his nipples through its teasing diffusion. The matching thong he wore left even less to the imagination. With a trademark lopsided smug grin, and stretched to crawl into a coy, sexy pose on the bed.
“I thought you said you didn't have a gift for me,” Zee bit his lip and made his approval known with more of his words and his hands and his other things.
Zee was already completely seduced when he went to change, so it was really just overkill at that point. But NuNew knew he looked amazing in it, Zee was very outspoken about just how amazing, and they both did their part to made sure nothing about their anniversary night was wasted. They celebrated until they could no longer celebrate and finally had to pass out from a full day of indulging together.
Unfortunately, things took a less than celebratory turn in the early morning, when he shook Zee awake, nearly crying from stomach pain.
They ate mostly the same things the day before, so it was impossible to narrow down what it was that ended up with NuNew in a hospital bed with an IV instead of enjoying the last day of their mini-getaway.
Zee felt almost as awful for him as NuNew felt.
A few weeks later, Zee woke to the distinct lack of NuNew next to him and the faint sound of retching from the adjoining room. Hurriedly finding his husband in the bathroom, desperately hunched over the toilet, his hands automatically moved. One to soothe the tension at his lower back, the other to pet at his long hair and help keep it out of his face.
"Nhu?" he cooed softly in concern, "My love, are you okay?"
NuNew panted in exhaustion, seemingly having a respite now that his stomach had been emptied. "Hia," he gasped in a half-broken sob. "It hurts,"
Zee stroked his hair, and kept his other arm around him, worried, “Is it food poisoning again?”
NuNew shook his head, “I don't think so... I'm nauseous and things ache but it's not the same kind of pain... that kind was unbearable.”
“That's a relief, sweetheart,” Zee wiped at his damp hairline, “Do you want to have a bath? I'll clean you up? Or do you want to get back in bed?"
Eyes half-open, NuNew pouted pitifully, “Bath,” he chose the option he hated the most, so if Zee didn't already know he was unwell, that would have done it.
"Bathe me, I feel too gross," he closed the toilet lid and flushed, then hobbled over to the sink with Zee's assistance to wash his hands and rinse his mouth out.
“I'll run it. Sit for a moment, okay Nhu?” Zee took his arm to guide him to the small bench near the window. He made sure he was steady before getting the bath going, testing the temperature carefully with his hands so that it would be just right, before returning to him.
NuNew looked so unbelievably uncomfortable, pulling at his sleep shirt that kept sticking to his clammy skin.
"Aw," he couldn't help but kiss the side of his head. "Let me help you get in and I'll get you something to drink. Maybe some ginger tea to help your throat and stomach?"
NuNew hummed in agreement, letting Zee peel his clothes off him and hold his hand as he stepped into the bath. His eyes closed as he softly hissed with the relief the bath water provided to his body as he settled. "Don't leave me for long..."
“Never could,” Zee gave a kiss to his lips, disregarding that he'd been throwing up just a couple minutes earlier. That was just love.
One weekend morning the following month, Zee looked up to see his husband enter the kitchen with a peculiar expression. His eyes looked at once both dazed and wild.
“Teerak?” he stopped what he was doing at the counter, moving in front of NuNew to give him his full attention.
“Um. Hia... you know how, well, I'd been getting sick lately? It was familiar, so I had to check.” NuNew took his hands and walked him backwards to the bathroom. “Now close your eyes,”
“Nhu?” Zee's heart started to thump, but he still did as he was told as NuNew released his hands and turned away.
“Okay, you can open now...”
“NuNew...”
"Hia, we're going to have another baby," he revealed, wiggling the two positive sticks in his hands, barely containing his own excitement.
Zee blinked, wide-eyed at him, "We are?" he gathered NuNew's hands in his, bringing the tests closer so he could see, his eyes darting between them and NuNew's face, "You're really pregnant?"
NuNew broke out into an uncontrollable smile, "We are. I am,"
"Nhu!" Zee kissed all over his face in rapid succession, pressing several over the dimple that his grin revealed.
"Oyy~ Hia," NuNew couldn't hold back his happy laughter.
“I love you so much,” kiss. “You're wonderful,” kiss. “Beautiful,” kiss. “My darling,” kiss. “Thank you,”
“Hia-” he gasped for air between laughs, setting the sticks down on the counter and giving him a soft kitty-punch, “Stop, I drank too much water to take the tests, I might pee myself!”
“I'll help clean you up if you do,” Zee quipped back, but eased up on the kisses. For now.
“I'd rather avoid having to clean up more pee until the baby is born, it's more than enough already with Zon's diaper changes, potty training can't come soon enough,” he pouted, but his tone was playful. “I'm still mortified that when I was nine months with him I would pee a little just from sneezing sometimes.”
“You're cute even when you pee your pants,” Zee said, keeping his title of the most loserly in love husband fully undisputed.
“You're weird and biased,” NuNew shook his head, but there was the same love in his eyes that Zee felt grateful for each and every day.
“I'm just married to the cutest, prettiest, sexiest,” he stepped closer, sliding his hands around NuNew's waist and giving soft kisses to his neck and up to his ear, “Most gorgeous, amazing, stunning,”
NuNew giggled, hugging him back, “Keep going, I'm sure there's some adjectives you're still missing,”
“There aren't enough words to describe you, teerak,” Zee murmured into his skin.
“Try,” NuNew insisted.
“I can think of a better way to appreciate you with my mouth,”
“Hia!”
“You don't want me to?” Zee knew he could feel his smirk against his neck.
“I didn't say that,”
NuNew curled up against him the way he always loved to in the afterglow, fully wrapped up in Zee's arms.
“So, when should we tell Zon he's going to have a nong?” Zee gently let his hand caress over NuNew's flat lower abdomen.
NuNew's hand joined on top of his, giggling softly, “Mm, he's still such a baby,” he patted Zee's hand, thinking about how their son really only seemed to know a few words, and to Zon, most of them were probably still just sounds, “I don't think he'll understand yet if we tell him. But well, even though I have all the symptoms and took the tests, we still need to go have it confirmed and checked by the doctor. Then, maybe wait a little while, just until we're past the early stage... before we tell the rest of our family and friends.”
Zee ran his hands down NuNew's back, reassuringly. “Of course,”
He understood and admired his calm logic. Though he couldn't imagine this happiness they were feeling now being taken from them, he did accept there was always the possibility something could happen. But NuNew's first pregnancy went well, with both he and Zon completely and blessedly healthy.
“We'll go to the hospital tomorrow. Make sure everything is fine, and wait until the time is good,”
The appointment confirmed things, and things were looking the way they should. Heartbeats fast and strong. Zee squeezing NuNew's hand and weeping in the exam room while getting to hear them, just like the first time. It still hit as hard.
Once the they shared the news and the calculation of the due date, and in the process the conception date was deduced to being around a certain 18th, NuNew's cheeky friends didn't miss the opportunity to tease him that Zee had given him two expensive gifts for their anniversary this year.
Then, it turned out that the following ultrasound revealed his husband had been even more generous.
Twins.
Holy shit. NuNew was too stunned by the information, and it took him days to really register the reality. Days of staring at the dots on the ultrasound image. Two whole babies in there at once?! In his tiny frame?
“Your son was already big enough! It was a mercy I didn't have to deliver him naturally with that massive head,” NuNew rubbed at his eyes, “What if they're both just as huge?”
Zee, holding Zon against one side, pulled NuNew close to his other, kissing his temple and rocking them together.
“He doesn't mean it, luk, your head is perfectly proportional to your body,” he kissed Zon's crown as well, the baby babbling, completely and blissfully oblivious to anything his parents were discussing.
NuNew glared up at Zee, still pretty even with reddened eyes, “You wouldn't say that if you were the one that had his head pressed up against your bladder for months,”
“I'll have the next one, then,” Zee quipped, poker-faced, knowing he was safe from getting an elbow to the ribs or a particularly hard smack because he was holding Zon.
“Very funny. You can think back and laugh about that one tonight when you're sleeping in the guest room.”
Zee thought he would have preferred the smack. Even though he was positive NuNew would never actually let him sleep apart from him when they were in one place, even when he complained about Zee's snoring often keeping him up. But just the thought of not being his Nhu's pillow when he needed comfort set off every protective instinct Zee had.
Because really, he had been trying to keep things light, not worry NuNew more with his own worry. He didn't know if he should be more contrite or just grateful; both feelings warred inside him strongly. But more than anything, he was worried. Afraid. For NuNew and a high-risk pregnancy.
Later that night, indeed still in their bed with NuNew curled up snugly against him, Zee knew he needed to be more honest. Less for his own catharsis, and more because he didn't want NuNew to think he was actually dismissive or invalidating of his very legitimate fears. He was certain NuNew had even bigger ones that he hadn't vocalized yet.
With Zee's arms properly around him, they had a deep conversation about it, and felt much better that they would manage this.
Thankfully, the seemingly endless series of checkups kept going well. NuNew remained in a good physical and mental state. Both babies developing fine. Zee's gratitude took the forefront again, where it belonged.
NuNew had many cravings the first couple months. Especially strange ones this second pregnancy. Unlike the previous standards of wanting sweet or salty foods, particularly in the middle of the night, this time around he wanted odd combinations at all hours of the day.
If he was awake, he was trying some hybrid that Zee was sure no other person had even thought of. And worse, insisting his husband try each. Zee had learned through trial and error (in the most literal sense) to just grin and bear the taste testing and NuNew would move on happily.
Once, when they were at a Korean barbecue place, Zee had expressed his disgust for a piece of chocolate marshmallow cookie (one of many snacks that NuNew carried around in his bag) that he wrapped in perilla leaf. NuNew was so upset from his reaction, and extra sensitive from the hormones, that he'd started sobbing in the middle of the restaurant, and they nearly had to leave before the grill was even set up.
Zee probably never would have been forgiven if he hadn't placated him with contrite and coaxing words, and dutifully chewing a bit of cream-filled bread (another snack from his bag) dipped in kimchi stew, so that NuNew was calm and content enough to enjoy his meal consisting of the multiple servings he ordered, as well as endless side dishes.
NuNew took his food very seriously, no matter how unusual. Probably especially the unusual.
He later, when more emotionally level, explained that he just wanted to share every bit of his happiest experiences with Zee.
Zee, however sweet and genuine he found that, suspected that it was also partly NuNew's tiny sadistic side trying to prank him. Knowing he was a somewhat picky eater, unlike NuNew, and how he always tried to get him to taste some foods again and again, even when he knew very well that Zee didn't like them.
NuNew was adventurous with food and there wasn't much he didn't like, even when he wasn't pregnant. But with the cravings it was even more extreme, and his insistence that Zee also try whatever he ate even stronger.
The next time that Zee nearly gagged while trying to swallow some dubious and overly sweet, yet somehow salty, unidentifiable concoction that NuNew insisted on sharing, he received the most withering look and a stern warning.
That Zee'd make him angry if he disrespected his beloved husband's generosity in sharing some of his delicious snack. He didn't share with just anyone, and he was eating these things to grow their babies, every bite was precious and shouldn't be wasted.
Zee should be grateful. And he was. With most things. For NuNew himself, the way he was, even during extreme mood swings, for carrying their children, for being his darling, and for his generosity in most things.
But with those peculiar cravings, the best Zee could do was feign gratitude. Just keeping a neutral expression and swallowing every experimental combo without resistance seemed satisfactory.
He'd also learned that some things could be swallowed quickly with minimal chewing, which was a very useful strategy. If not a mild choking hazard, so he still had to be careful about when to implement it and when to just tough it out for several more chews to be safe.
Luckily, NuNew would often accept a nod as positive feedback, usually so absorbed with his own euphoric culinary moment that he didn't notice any of this technique. Zee had to take that as a small win.
His acting was at its limits in a moment of letting his guard down during one lunch, when NuNew fed him a large spoonful of something he at first thought was normal som tam – a rookie mistake – but was so sour his eyes teared up instantly.
“Chawarin!” he choked out, feeling like his entire face was puckering.
“Mm?”
“Spit that out, you'll have a stomach ache!”
Whatever, “that” was that made it so incredibly, shockingly sour was indistinguishable to Zee. Certainly not something as simple as lime. All his senses, and especially taste buds, were just screaming that it was toxic to the human body. It especially had to be, in the quantities his husband was consuming.
“It's fine,” NuNew laughed his concern away, apparently enjoying it so much that even Zee's reaction didn't bother him, continuing to happily munch away on big mouthfuls.
He did have a mild stomach ache later, but he blamed it on the babies. Who Zee thought were likely innocent on that occasion, though he also knew better than to voice said thought.
Eventually, his more questionable cravings began to wane, much to Zee's relief and NuNew's bafflement.
Zee really had to keep himself from laughing when NuNew took a bite of a banana dipped in chili oil one morning, a reoccurring breakfast staple, and promptly scrunched his nose up. He finished it, because NuNew was seriously adamant not to waste food. But then he, almost tearfully, asked Zee not to buy more bananas next grocery trip because they tasted disgusting to him now.
Zee dutifully finished the last of the bunch they had in a post-workout protein smoothie so that NuNew wouldn't feel bad. He was also just grateful to not have them in bites with chili oil.
By the third month, it was Zon's first birthday.
He was still too little to appreciate gifts or a party, but they held a small one with their closest family and friends, who still spoiled him with many toys, lots he couldn't even play with yet.
Zee also surprised NuNew with a beautiful necklace, to celebrate him for bringing Zon into the world.
Though he'd already given NuNew a first pregnancy announcement gift, and another after he gave birth, and countless others throughout their relationship. All varying in extravagance from jewellery to flowers, for milestone occasions or just because. NuNew should be used to it by now.
Still, when he went in for a hug, NuNew's telltale bottom lip protrusion activated.
“What's wrong darling, do you not like it?” Zee laughed knowingly, softly kissing his neck, feeling the trembling as NuNew finally began to cry silently, turning his face into Zee's shoulder to muffle any possible sound.
“Aw, teerak,” Zee pet at his hair, smiling to everyone who started to laugh and tease them lovingly as well, then commenting, “I guess he hates it,”
Even Zon was laughing in his grandma's arms, since he always found the mood contagious.
NuNew sniffed before turning his teary pouty face towards them, “I love it, now stop laughing at the pregnant person,”
Zon took one look at NuNew's conflicting happy-sad crying expression and his own little face crumbled. He began wailing loudly and startled everyone, which just set NuNew off more.
“Hiaaa,” he thumped his chest, “You jerk, you made him cry on his birthday,”
“Hia's sorry, ow, baby-” he took Zon from Apple's arms as he was making little grabby hands towards his parents, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
Zon still rarely cried, but when he did, he automatically wanted Zee. Something else he probably inherited from NuNew.
“Pa,” sob, “D-di!” sniffle. Another pitiful wail.
“Shh, Jeng,” he bounced the boy slightly, smooching his wet cheek, “Di is okay, you're okay, my crybabies,”
NuNew had calmed down enough to help try to soothe Zon, wiping his own tears with the hem of his sleeve, and then their son's tears and snotty nose gently with the heel of his palm.
“You can't cry like this every time someone else cries. It will be endless if you're like this when your siblings come, you have to be the good phi, okay?” NuNew spoke stern words, but his voice was cute with their son, as always.
“Da-di,” Zon mumbled, patting a small hand against NuNew's face, and bumping against his nose, like he was imitating the same gestures done for him.
NuNew just caught his hand and playfully bit at it, all lips and no teeth, until Zon was laughing raucously again.
Zee laughed and sighed in relief.
The party goers later sent them a sequence of pictures, and a couple videos, documenting the whole dramatic ordeal so they could laugh again. Well, Zee laughed at their cute (and nearly identical) crying faces, and NuNew kitty punched him for laughing.
NuNew was not as uncomfortable as he feared he might be by the fourth month, in fact, the morning sickness had completely subsided, the cravings had normalized for a while, and he felt pretty great in his body. But also expected that would change a lot during the next five months.
So they decided to seize the chance and go on a babymoon.
They hadn't taken one during NuNew's pregnancy with Zon, since even though Zee had suggested it, NuNew had been adamant about working as much as possible until he had to take leave.
But this time, knowing what was to come, not just with the pregnancy itself but the inevitable whirlwind once the twins were born, NuNew was the one to bring it up. It would likely be the last time they'd have a trip away from three babies for a while, quality private time that wasn't just stealing moments together around exhaustion and chaos at home, and he was determined to make the most of it.
Especially because the hormones were making NuNew horny as hell.
He wanted to be locked up in a suite with his Hia to do all sorts of dirty things, no interruptions.
NuNew was usually confident seeing himself naked, but when Zee had fucked him from behind while they stood in front of the wardrobe mirror the week before, his bump on display, he felt so hot and powerful looking like that. He wanted more where that came from.
He could already envision not leaving the bed for much. Food could be brought to the room, then brought to the bed. Though he was still keen to be adventurous on any sturdy surface that was available, while he was filled with this energy.
The Samui resort photos showed that the bathroom had a jacuzzi tub with a wall of mirrors opposite, and NuNew had plans for it that had very little to do with getting clean.
They'd also have a private sun deck and pool, one of their favourites to have wherever they stayed. Though he had never let Zee fuck him outside before on any of their other holidays, he was packing a bikini thong that was very different than his usual go-to swim shorts. Hia was going to see a side of him that didn't have a shred of shyness left. One that rarely came out, but he knew his husband very much enjoyed.
He daydreamed, recalling how hot it was back on their anniversary trip, before the ill-fated turn.
When he'd stripped Hia's robe off and kept the sexy lingerie on while they laid in bed and Zee spooned him from behind, kissing his neck and turning him on with his hands all over his body before shifting soft lace fabric aside just enough...
If he closed his eyes and fantasized, and he did, he could almost still feel the sensation of how deep and firm Zee's thrusts were, on their sides and at that angle. Grinding into him slow and steady from behind, arms braced around NuNew and fingers pinching his nipples through lacy gaps in the lingerie that he stretched open over each nub.
Himself arching back, a hand on his own cock that had escaped the scrap of lace. While the other slipped down further, rubbing over his perineum and the base of Zee's cock as he pistoned in and out of him. It was so good.
That evening, he'd made Zee come so much inside him, it was no wonder he got knocked up like that.
Well, this upcoming trip, NuNew repressed a grin just thinking of all the things he was going to pack to outdo their anniversary activities.
“Get your camera, Hia. You're going to want to take some more poolside pictures of me,” Of us, NuNew thought, wishfully, as he went to change into his bathing suit.
He was pretty sure it wouldn't take much convincing to get some extra special commemorative photos – maybe even some videos – with what he had in store for Zee.
Fifteen minutes later, NuNew was posed on the sun lounger, hip popped and back arched while he curled his arm around his stomach. He could see Zee swallow hard while adjusting the camera settings and twisting the lens. Trying to play it cool.
NuNew cackled inside. He was already half-hard under the tiny scrap of bikini fabric, and Zee was somehow pretending not to notice. Maybe trying to will away his own growing concern, thinking NuNew was really set on him taking these photos, knowing Zee. He would like them as a great keepsake, for sure, but NuNew had a lot more in mind than a photoshoot.
“Hia, do you like this?” he asked, feigning innocence while simultaneously running a thumb under the strap of the turquoise thong, teasingly adjusting it over his hip. “It's a pretty colour, right?”
Zee cleared his throat, “It is, uh, did you put on sunlotion? You're really exposed...”
“I did, but I couldn't reach a few spots. Put that down for a minute and come help me,” NuNew pointed to the bottle on the table.
Zee obediently picked it up and moved beside him as NuNew shifted, giving him access to his back.
NuNew glanced over his shoulder, coyly, “I couldn't get my lower back and calves very well.”
“Stretch out a bit more, baby,” Zee helped him to adjust so he could access those areas, popping open the cap of the lotion.
“Hia?”
“Hm?” Zee started meticulously applying the sunlotion to NuNew's legs.
“Enjoying the view?” he teased.
“Immensely,”
NuNew laughed, extremely self-satisfied that Zee wasn't trying to be funny instead of honest. How could this man try to resist him, it was impossible. “You don't mean the ocean, right?”
“I don't mean the ocean,” Zee finished smoothing his hands over NuNew's back, taking a sharp breath in, close to his ear, “It's just a pretty backdrop at this point,”
“Am I pretty like this?” he asked softly, knowingly.
“Nhu, you're killing me, now let me take those photos before I take that little thing off of you and make sure you have no tan lines instead,” Zee chuckled.
“I'll let you do that too, in a little while,” he rolled onto his back, cutting Zee's rear view short, letting his hands brush down his body from the curve of his chest, over his bump, and under to the top of his thong, brazenly palming himself.
“NuNew?” Zee shook his head, laughing, “We're outside,”
“On our private deck, on our babymoon. The only ones who can see us like this are the sun and the seagulls, and if they care, they should be able to figure out how I got this way,”
“You're not going to get bashful in the middle and want to go inside?”
“Are you going to take the photos or should I get started without you?” NuNew countered, slowly rubbing himself through his swimwear.
“Nhu.”
“Hia.”
“You're incredible,”
“I know, thank you,”
“I don't know what's gotten in to you, but I'll go with it, sexy,” Zee surrendered, bending over to give a kiss to the corner of NuNew's smug mouth before getting the camera again.
“Take good pictures,” NuNew reminded, as if he actually needed to when his husband always got his best angles, “And you'll see what else will get into me,”
“Dammit NuNew,” Zee steeled himself, determinedly lifting the camera and began directing him to pose.
Reminiscent of their anniversary, Zee pulled the fabric of NuNew's turquoise g-string aside and let the elastic bite deliciously into a perfect ass cheek. Only this time he found a special surprise before finding his pleasure. A buried treasure, so to speak, the sparkling jewelled base of the silicone plugging NuNew up.
“Fuck,” Zee couldn't believe his eyes.
“That's the idea,” NuNew reached back, pulling at his ass to give him an even better look, clenching and relaxing to make the plug move ever so. “Do you want to touch it, Hia?”
Zee could only nod, his words seemingly had left him much like all the shame had left NuNew.
He played with him, taking his time slowly twisting, plunging the bulbous toy in and out of him. Until he had seemingly worked himself up as much as NuNew, who had begun begging him to properly fuck him, and he kept the plug out and slipped inside him.
NuNew had been so rapt in torturous pleasure by then, that he didn't even notice when Zee had gotten rid of his own swim trunks from behind him. He was only focused on how good it felt when he was finally full of Zee's big cock after having his hole teased for so long with the small toy. Asking for it harder, NuNew slid his hand down past where he was being penetrated wetly with all the lube he'd plugged himself with, fondling at Zee's balls.
One of Zee's strong arms was wrapped under him, cradling his heavy stomach but somehow making him still feel small, the other had hiked up NuNew's leg under his knee, Zee's fingers digging into his thigh as he found the angle to thrust at that made NuNew louder and his toes curl. Hia really always knew his best angles.
“Hia, bring the camera. We're filming part two in the bathroom.”
Zee was glad he brought the big memory card for his camera, and remembered to use his and NuNew's phones for alternate angles, too. The many delights, and views, of their trip were well captured over the next few days.
It wasn't all just being loved up and domestic bliss; the next several months had its average pregnancy challenges and classic married moments.
NuNew and the twins were still healthy and doing well, but the bigger his tummy got, the harder it was for him to do much. Including hold Zon for long, and it made their son upset whenever Zee had to take him from NuNew's arms to give him a break, something that hadn't happened before. This made NuNew feel extremely guilty, and Zee feel even more guilty by extension, no matter how much love and attention they made sure to give Zon.
They still bickered and joked as any healthy couple, but Zee had learned to let his darling win easier (or without a fight) the closer they got to the twins' due date, and NuNew's tolerance for his usual “playfulness” shortened.
"Hiaaa!" the whiny shriek came from their bathroom.
"What's wrong?" Zee was at the door in seconds.
"You didn't put the toilet seat up. Again."
Zee let out a nervous breath he'd been holding, "Sorry Nhu,"
NuNew sat to pee exclusively now that he was eight months pregnant, as it was just more comfortable for him.
"My ass is wet," he grumbled, "You awful man."
NuNew said the word like it was derogatory in itself, and maybe it was. Zee did feel a bit bad for falling in to one of the despicable husband tropes.
He bit his tongue to not automatically retaliate and throw back a petty critique about how NuNew never kept his side of the sink vanity tidy. Because it didn't actually bother him enough to make a fuss, and he'd long since accepted that aspect of living with him.
But sitting on a wet spot on the toilet seat was a fair thing to fuss about and wasn't something to get used to, that he couldn't argue.
"Hia will clean the toilet, baby," he promised, holding out a pack of wet wipes as NuNew stood, still scowling in disgust as he took one to wipe his damp ass cheek with.
"Clean the whole washroom," NuNew insisted, handing him back the wipe, pulling up his pants and going to wash his hands.
"Good idea, my love," Zee agreed after him, standing there as NuNew waddled out of the washroom without sparing him another look.
Probably better than another scowl. Zee still found NuNew so cute when angry like that. Zee was still so loserly in love.
Peace was restored to the household for a precious little while longer.