Mike Shinoda blinked his eyes open, the morning light streaming through the curtains and illuminating the room. He stretched, feeling aroused and full of energy. His gaze drifted to the other side of the bed, where his husband Boris Nemcov lay sound asleep, heavily pregnant with their child.
Mike couldn't help but admire the way Boris's belly moved with each breath he took, the swollen mound a testament to the life growing inside of him. He felt a surge of desire as he imagined Boris awake and participating in the act, their bodies moving together in sync.
With a quiet sigh, Mike began to touch himself, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the fantasy. Boris stirred in his sleep, a soft moan escaping his lips. Mike's heart skipped a beat as he took this as a sign to continue, increasing his pace as he imagined Boris's eyes fluttering open, meeting his own with a knowing, seductive gaze.
But Boris remained asleep, his moans becoming louder and more insistent as Mike's hand moved faster. Mike started to worry that he might wake up his husband, but the thought only served to heighten his arousal. He couldn't resist the temptation to take things to the next level, carefully undressing Boris and exposing his round, pregnant belly.
Mike leaned down, unable to resist the urge to kiss Boris's belly, feeling the life inside of it. Boris's moans grew louder, and Mike wondered if he was dreaming of their love-making. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to make love to Boris while he was pregnant, the two of them joined together in the most intimate of ways.
But Boris remained asleep, his breathing deep and even. Mike took this as a sign to continue, his hands exploring Boris's belly as he lost himself in the moment. He knew that Boris would be awake soon, and they would be able to share their love in the light of day. But for now, he would have to settle for this small moment of intimacy, a preview of the passion that was to come.
"Mike," Boris murmured, his eyes fluttering open as he stretched lazily. "What are you doing?"
Mike grinned, his hand still moving in slow, deliberate strokes. "Just enjoying the morning, my love."
Boris smiled, his hand moving to cover Mike's. "I think I'd like to join you."
Mike's heart skipped a beat as he looked into Boris's eyes, the love and desire shining bright. He knew that this was just the beginning of a long, passionate day, and he couldn't wait to explore every inch of Boris's body.
"I thought you'd never ask," he murmured, pulling Boris close and losing himself in the moment.
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