( He squeezes that hand tightly, the pressure building up all the more with what feels like each passing second. Despite everything, it's reassuring to have him with him. It feels like Kazuya's all he's really known lately. Would it be so strange that he'd depend on him like this?
He feels it happen in what seems like an instant, something slick and large passing in between his legs - and a soft noise escapes him. His hand lingers on his stomach, pressure still there, but there's a moment's relief in that pressure. He's panting, trying to catch his breath as his fingers linger exactly where that pressure remains.
How many times would this happen? How many eggs were resting inside of him? )
D-Do you think it's alright?
( Despite it all he pushes himself up to see the egg that had been growing inside of him. )
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He feels it happen in what seems like an instant, something slick and large passing in between his legs - and a soft noise escapes him. His hand lingers on his stomach, pressure still there, but there's a moment's relief in that pressure. He's panting, trying to catch his breath as his fingers linger exactly where that pressure remains.
How many times would this happen? How many eggs were resting inside of him? )
D-Do you think it's alright?
( Despite it all he pushes himself up to see the egg that had been growing inside of him. )