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"Fuck, babe," Futoru sighed as he heaved his heavy gut with both hands, finding it surprisingly difficult to lift. "We're getting so fucking hot this holiday..."

"You sure you're not referring to just me?" Ryunosuke asked as he examined his own round middle. It had been a couple of weeks after Thanksgiving and The RokuNin were about to go into Christmas. Naturally, they all put on some weight, but Ryunosuke in particular was looking especially round. While his bigger gut was the most obvious feature, Futoru couldn't help but notice the red dragon's puffier cheeks. The first time he noticed, Futoru couldn't keep his hands off of Ryu's face as he examined his dragon husband's rounder face.

"Come on, Ryu. You can't tell me I look just a little bit hotter with this extra tonage." Futoru teased, obviously trying to mask his lust for the dragon. Not that he was especially clever or anything. Anyone could see he had stars in his eyes.

"I could barely tear myself away from you this morning," Ryunosuke answered flatly. "And you kept insisting that I have seconds and thirds at breakfast. Which was bigger than usual, might I add."

"Big boys like us gotta eat!" Futoru wistfully reasoned, sauntering up to his red dragon husband and cupping his chubby cheeks yet again. "Besides, I need to be sure that appetite of yours doesn't go to waste." Ryunosuke mentally rolled his eyes at Futoru, but he smirked as he thought of at least one way to get under his skin.

"Actually," Ryunosuke began as he bumped into the crocodile's belly with his own. "I think it'd be beneficial to both of us if I let it go to my waist!"

"Oh, fuck you!" Futoru bit back in a huff. "You just had to make a stupid obvious joke?!" And just like that, Futoru was out of hornball mode and back to his usual grumpy self. Ryunosuke smiled as a scowl appeared on the crocodile's face. If there was one thing that made Ryunosuke yearn for Futoru, it's seeing the latter angry. He always felt that Futoru was a lot cuter when he was mad.

"Hey, ya know what?" Ryunosuke happily continued, patting his belly for emphasis. "I bet if I had six brothers from around the world, we could go on a quest to collect the Dragon Balls!"

"Ryunosuke, that was shit and you should feel like shit..." Futoru turned his back in irritation. A clear sign that Ryunosuke got the final victory. However, the rotund dragon wasn't done just yet.

"Aww, don't be like that! You keep frowning and all the fat in the world won't be able to hide those wrinkles!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, RYUNOSUKE!!!" And with that, Futoru stormed out of the room to blow off some steam. With their bedroom to himself, Ryunosuke plopped back on the massive water bed and grabbed the television remote, wondering if there were any good shows on. As he began channel surfing, a big fat smile grew across his face.

"I knew I'd find a trigger eventually..."

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"Fuck, babe," Futoru sighed as he heaved his heavy gut with both hands, finding it surprisingly difficult to lift. "We're getting so fucking hot this holiday..."

"You sure you're not referring to just me?" Ryunosuke asked as he examined his own round middle. It had been a couple of weeks after Thanksgiving and The RokuNin were about to go into Christmas. Naturally, they all put on some weight, but Ryunosuke in particular was looking especially round. While his bigger gut was the most obvious feature, Futoru couldn't help but notice the red dragon's puffier cheeks. The first time he noticed, Futoru couldn't keep his hands off of Ryu's face as he examined his dragon husband's rounder face.

"Come on, Ryu. You can't tell me I look just a little bit hotter with this extra tonage." Futoru teased, obviously trying to mask his lust for the dragon. Not that he was especially clever or anything. Anyone could see he had stars in his eyes.

"I could barely tear myself away from you this morning," Ryunosuke answered flatly. "And you kept insisting that I have seconds and thirds at breakfast. Which was bigger than usual, might I add."

"Big boys like us gotta eat!" Futoru wistfully reasoned, sauntering up to his red dragon husband and cupping his chubby cheeks yet again. "Besides, I need to be sure that appetite of yours doesn't go to waste." Ryunosuke mentally rolled his eyes at Futoru, but he smirked as he thought of at least one way to get under his skin.

"Actually," Ryunosuke began as he bumped into the crocodile's belly with his own. "I think it'd be beneficial to both of us if I let it go to my waist!"

"Oh, fuck you!" Futoru bit back in a huff. "You just had to make a stupid obvious joke?!" And just like that, Futoru was out of hornball mode and back to his usual grumpy self. Ryunosuke smiled as a scowl appeared on the crocodile's face. If there was one thing that made Ryunosuke yearn for Futoru, it's seeing the latter angry. He always felt that Futoru was a lot cuter when he was mad.

"Hey, ya know what?" Ryunosuke happily continued, patting his belly for emphasis. "I bet if I had six brothers from around the world, we could go on a quest to collect the Dragon Balls!"

"Ryunosuke, that was shit and you should feel like shit..." Futoru turned his back in irritation. A clear sign that Ryunosuke got the final victory. However, the rotund dragon wasn't done just yet.

"Aww, don't be like that! You keep frowning and all the fat in the world won't be able to hide those wrinkles!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, RYUNOSUKE!!!" And with that, Futoru stormed out of the room to blow off some steam. With their bedroom to himself, Ryunosuke plopped back on the massive water bed and grabbed the television remote, wondering if there were any good shows on. As he began channel surfing, a big fat smile grew across his face.

"I knew I'd find a trigger eventually..."