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Dragon eggs are exhausting to incubate, Lucifer discovers, more so than any other monster he’s carried. But that’s what Sam is here for, to get Lucifer a safe place to nest and plenty of meals and to take care of his other needs.
He’s between Lucifer’s thighs right now, eating him out enthusiastically as Lucifer squirms. Sam takes full advantage of the large eggs he has inside him, weighing him down, and pulls another orgasm out of Lucifer as he pants, head thrown back. Sam’s lips slide away to give him a moment’s reprieve. He kisses along Lucifer’s thighs, squeezing them. He hums.
His hands wander, and Lucifer notices sleepily how Sam prods at some parts of his body more than others. All the places fat has softened out, Lucifer’s thighs, hips, belly, chest. “Something wrong?” he asks, not worried.
“Nothing,” Sam reassures, leaning over his belly to kiss him. His mouth tastes like Lucifer. “Nothing at all. Do I ever tell you how pretty you are?”
“Not enough.” Sam chuckles. He kisses down Lucifer’s jaw and under his chin, nipping at the softness there, too. Lucifer’s vessel always changes to accommodate his pregnancies, but lately, he’s noticed some changes staying after he’s done. He feels more grounded in his vessel with extra weight settling on him. His belly retains a pronounced curve even without being filled with eggs, and his thighs rub against each other when he sits, and he can feel his center of gravity shift to accommodate it all.
He’s happy. Happier than he’s ever been.
“You look like someone’s been taking care of you,” Sam says, softly.
“I wonder who.” Lucifer smiles. Sam rubs his belly gently, massaging an ache away from his earlier squirming. He noses Lucifer’s head back for more kisses under his chin.