Adam stared at himself in the mirror. It wasn't his usual staring, looking over his fallen form for imperfections. Rather, he tugged at the collar of the shirt, which seemed tighter on him than it used to, across his pecs too, and his stomach. Had the shirt shrunk in the wash?
After dying the first time, Adam had admittedly indulged in all the heaven had to offer. You try going from not knowing what salt was and seasoning anything being done by herbs to having pizza and see if you don't put on a few pounds. He wasn't ashamed of that.
This was different though.
Was he getting bigger again in hell?
Nothing changed about his diet in hell or the amount he exercised, having to do either though in the afterlife to maintain a certain physical form was bullshit in his opinion.
Small hands suddenly appeared and started to manhandle his softer than he cared to talk about chest and Adam let out a gasping moan before slapping the hands away.
"Fuck off," he grumbled to his, Adam didn't like to say the word boyfriend but it came down to saying it or breaking up, so he said it.
It was just embarrassing to figure out after ten thousand years that straight guys didn't find men attractive and didn't think, 'it's too bad I'm not gay because he's hot,' about attractive men. Even worse to have all his firsts with a guy, with his first crush, and not realize he'd had a crush back the until later.
"But you're so grope-able." Lucifer whined playfully, settling into a hug and rubbing his face against Adam's back.
Adam shouldn't have found it as cute as he did. He knew Lucifer was doing that little pouty lip thing that always made him want to kiss the first fallen angel, but resisted the urge to turn around and kisses those lips.
"Only you would think so," Adam snorted instead, turning his attention back to the mirror and glowing a little at seeing his nipples through the shirt. They'd become so sensitive since dating Lucifer.
The little maniac couldn't keep his hands off Adam's chest. Groping them, teasing him, even sitting on Adam's stomach and rocking his cock between the softer than they once had been pecs until he shot his load all over Adam's face.
He almost hated how horny the act made him. Especially as he lay there after, cum cooling on his face as Lucifer took him down to the root.
Adam shifted where his stood and hoped his hardening dick wasn't too obvious. As much as he'd enjoy Lucifer bending him over the bathroom counter and taking care of things, Adam had a doctor's appointment to go to.
Lately Adam had been feeling off. Nausea would suddenly overcome him, the smell of certain foods set him off, and even his chest felt weird some days. Achy and tender, he shoved Lucifer away on those days. The groping hurt so much when his chest felt that way. It seemed like he had to piss all the fucking time too. Which could not be a good sign.
Maybe the doctor would say he's getting too stimulated and he'd need to top for once, doctor's orders. Adam suppressed a chuckle over that. It was true he'd yet to top since they started doing more than just hand and mouth shit, but Adam found he really liked bottoming.
That had been its own crisis. He was the first man and after cumming from just being fucked, he'd fucked off and ran away until Lucifer found him. Apparently he had a lot of junk in his head and Lucifer helped him get past it.
Hands moved down to his ass and Adam bit his lip to suppress a moan. The kneaded him and Adam braced against the counter, pushing back against the hands.
He really shouldn't.
They should go.
"You look so good," Lucifer whispered in a hushed awe.
Adam bent over as Lucifer's hands unzipped the slightly too tight jeans and tugged them down.
Lucifer grabbed a lube from the counter. They'd stashed a bunch around their rooms because once the floodgates had opened, they'd started fucking everywhere and anywhere they could get away with it.
He was easy to prep and his eyes rolled back in pleasure as Lucifer buried himself swiftly. The pace was hard and fast. The counter bit into his thighs a bit even as Lucifer groped his chest again.
Looking into the mirror, Adam could see how flushed his face was, the wanton look showing just how much he enjoyed the thrust of Lucifer's cock inside him. How it spread him and teased his nerves, building and building and building until Adam let out a strangled call of Lucifer's name and spilled his seed against the cupboard doors.
Lucifer answered Adam's call and Adam was pleased to feel Lucifer's grip tighten as he ground his hips flush against Adam's ass.
They spared a moment to lean against the counter, for Adam's shaky legs to feel solid again, before Lucifer pulled out.
Cleaning themselves up quickly, they nearly left when Adam's stomach suddenly rolled. He barely had time to throw open the toilet seat lid and drop to his knees before his breakfast came out the way it went in.
Groaning, exhaustion over taking him, Adam reached for Lucifer. His boyfriend was quickly at his side and helped Adam clean himself up.
It didn't seem fair. He'd felt fine and then suddenly he felt like garbage.
Some meds to calm his stomach and a short portal trip to the doctor's and they finally had their answers.
"Congratulations!" The hellborn doctor beamed. "Looks like you're be welcoming a new little prince or princess, your majesties, around spring time. We'll get you set up with a dating ultrasound soon. But from what you've told me and I've seen, you're probably close to twelve weeks along. Not quite showing yet, but some hormone retention is what's making your clothing a little tighter than normal."
The doctor took and shook Lucifer's hand, so pleased at delivering what should be good news that he didn't seem to notice that Lucifer's grip was limp and Adam was scared stiff.
"Again. Congratulations. Well done, sire." He turned his attentions to Adam once more. "If the nausea worsens just let my staff know and we'll prescribe something stronger, but for now just keep up with the anti-acids and avoiding foods that upset the baby. Plenty of rest, some vitamins, and increase the amount of fruits and vegetables you get. That'll help as well. Are there any questions?"
Adam recovered a bit faster than Lucifer, who was still staring off into the distance, and cleared his throat. "Just one."
"Shoot." The doctor encouraged.
"HOW?!?"
A fair question indeed but let's be real with the amount of fucking they do it was only a matter of time
