So my partner in depravity @drandmrsmclaughlin and I were discussing Link’s pregnancy kink, like you do, and the following nsfw snippet happened :D
So let’s say Rhett notices Link stretching and purring like a kitten whenever he pets his stomach and eventually realizes it goes beyond just being an erogenous zone for him.
And this leads to Rhett sneakily experimenting with belly worship to see how Link reacts before he moves on to outright impregnation kink.
It’s completely innocent at first; all Rhett knows is that he really likes the way Link gets all soft and pliant whenever Rhett drifts a hand down to his belly and starts stroking. And if it becomes a habit, it’s only because Rhett is viscerally hardwired to respond to Link’s reactions. He loves making link all purry and sweet like that, it’s like flipping a switch. Link doesn’t even seem to realize it himself, he just smiles and mumbles, “Mmm, that feels good,” and cranes his neck to steal a kiss while he snuggles back against Rhett a little more.
The pieces start falling into place when Rhett offers to give him a back rub while they’re having a rare lazy morning in bed and Link’s response is to sleepily murmur, “Rub the other side instead?” Rhett is simultaneously pelted with arousal and warm fuzzies in a way he didn’t know was even possible.
But he does exactly what Link asks. Of course.
Then one day Rhett finds himself with his hand stroking Link’s belly while he fucks him and everything suddenly clicks into place in his brain.
He’s always liked how nicely his hands fit around Link’s hips, and sometimes they’ll slip a little higher, petting up to his belly and the dip of his waist. It never fails to make Link’s head fall back in bliss.
Rhett’s not normally one to let things slip out during sex, that’s more Link’s territory, but he’s palming low on Link’s stomach, feeling hot skin and flexing muscle and the insistent nudge of Link’s cock against the back of his hand. When Rhett’s thumb smudges through the precome slicking Link’s skin and dips into his navel, the sound that comes out of him is just plain filthy and he clenches so tight around Rhett’s cock it almost hurts.
And that’s when Rhett’s brain momentarily shorts out and he murmurs, “You like that? Want me to put a baby in there?”
Poor Link doesn’t even know what to do with the reaction he’s having, because he’s never once consciously considered that as a kink, but it feels like every one of his nerves lights up as he stutters, “A what– oh my gosh, Rhett–”
Rhett soothes him, fists his cock in a loose, lazy rhythm and feels Link quiver for a thousand different reasons at once. “You gotta tell me if you want me to pull out, babe, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Link’s breath catches almost like a sob, high and wet, and his stomach trembles under his fingers. Rhett strokes him there again, deliberately letting his knuckles graze up the length of his erection.
“But I don’t have to,” he murmurs, voice pitched low and raspy, his mouth pressing hot against Link’s flushed nape so the words rumble right through him. “I could come in you just like this, get you all knocked up for me.”
He’s half expecting Link to laugh breathlessly, to throw him an arch look over his shoulder and gasp, I ain’t your wife, man.
He doesn’t have a chance to work out what the other half of his expectations are because Link is contorting, scrabbling back with one hand to clutch hard at the meat of Rhett’s ass. Keeping him in place as best he can. Rhett could easily shake him off and ease away. He doesn’t.
“Yeah?“ He leans in closer, letting his beard prickle the rim of Link’s ear, working his hips in slow, shallow thrusts. "You gonna let me do that to you?”
Link moans then, gorgeous and unchecked, and Rhett has to stop. Has to stop and catch his breath, shallow and stuttered, has to ease away from the heat of Link’s body just a little.
“No.” Link sounds almost panicked. “I mean–yes, I wanna–don’t stop–”
And just like that, all the breath rushes out of Rhett’s lungs and his dick slides the rest of the way in. Just the smallest little push and he can’t hold back.
Link’s head lags forward, belly slick under the smoothness of Rhett’s palm, and takes it with his ass up, his face buried in his arms. Rhett can see the sweat on his spine.
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