Outgrown Lease Terms 2 (Patreon)

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Keaton kept his body pressed against Lukas for a moment, remembering how things had gotten more intense between them until Lukas eventually brought up rent. Their initial arrangement had been as normal as any other would be, but Lukas wanted something else entirely, considering their interactions had changed. Actually, when the young man had first mentioned the topic, they were in Keaton’s bed at night, catching their breaths, and Lukas’s cock was still buried in the superintendent’s body.

“So, considering everything we had been doing,” Lukas had said casually, twitching his hips slightly to tease Keaton. “I think rent doesn’t fit anymore,” he added, smirking and pressing more firmly into the other man. “I think I’m giving you enough already to cover the payment.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Keaton had said, clearly offended. “You can’t expect me to reduce my income or negotiate on it only because you are—” he began, but Lukas pushed his cock deeper again, cutting his words off.

The young man didn’t argue, didn’t push on the topic, and only started bucking his hips to pound hard into Keaton again. It was all it took to leave the superintendent speechless. He opened his mouth to say no—he knew he should—but as the fucking intensified and pleasure took over his thoughts, the only thing that came out was moans. Instead of rejecting Lukas’s insane proposal, each broken sound that escaped his mouth seemed to indicate his surrender.

The memory was still painfully clear even after all these months, not because the sex was bad, but because it had shattered the rest of Keaton’s life. The following morning, he sat alone in the office, staring down at Lukas’s name, at the monthly amount written so neatly beside it. He had held the pen for a long moment, fully aware of what he was about to do and that once he did it, there would be no easy way to take it back.

Keaton had taken a deep breath and drawn a single line through the number. Then, carefully, he had written zero. That had been the first time he gave something up that he wasn’t supposed to. The first time he let the structure of his life bend around Lukas instead of the other way around. But it had not been the last—far from the last.

Now, Lukas smiled, resting his hands on Keaton’s belly. “Well, Mr. Bellamy, considering I’m not leaving, I guess we can both enjoy our arrangement later,” he said, smirking and making Keaton snap out of his trance.

“You enjoy the arrangement; I suffer the financial consequences,” Keaton replied, but his words meant nothing considering his body was willingly pressed against Lukas. “And right now I’m busy,” he added, and finally moved away to keep waddling down the hallway.

Lukas grinned and walked beside the pregnant man. “By the way, Sebastian confirmed his exchange placement this morning. He should be arriving in a few weeks.”

Keaton froze for a second. “Who?” he asked, even though he knew that name already.

“Sebastian Vogel,” Lukas said casually. “Engineering. He’ll be here next semester.” His eyes scanned Keaton’s body, watching the tits, the belly, and the butt as if learning their current shape before it changed again. “You’ll like him. He’s taller than me, with broad shoulders and thick arms. He insists his cock is bigger than mine, but you’ll have to find out if that’s true.”

Keaton swallowed hard as his face blushed. Despite how disgusted he should’ve felt about Lukas’s words, his body responded with an instinctual flex of his butt as if getting ready for Sebastian’s arrival. “There are no available apartments,” he said firmly, forcing the words out through the sensations spreading through his body.

Lukas’s expression didn’t change. “Two leases end next month. 4B and 6C.”

Keaton turned his head toward him. “You’ve been tracking vacancies?”

“I pay attention,” Lukas replied slowly.

“That is not your responsibility,” Keaton snapped, though the argument felt thin even as he said it. “And you don’t get to make the decisions about apartments.”

“I know,” Lukas agreed. “But I know you won’t reject Sebastian anyway.”

Keaton let out a long exhale as his hands rested on his massive belly—which was proof that Lukas was right. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from drifting into dirtier thoughts, just as Lukas had expected. He thought of another guy coming in—a tall, athletic foreign young man standing in his office, polite, confident, and looking at him just like Lukas always did. Keaton knew how things would go, just like they always went.

And still, he pretended to have some control over the situation and over himself. “That is not happening,” he said again, though there was less force behind it.

Lukas only watched him, chuckling and remembering how many times he had heard those exact words over the last few months. “If you say so,” he said, clearly unconvinced of Keaton’s answer. “We’ll see.”

Before Keaton could reply, one of the babies in his belly moved really hard, making him groan and clutch his abdomen with one hand while the other used the wall for balance. He suddenly felt kicks coming outward in all directions, stretching his skin and changing the shape of the whole orb. The pressure was intense, leaving him breathless, but at this point he was used to the babies doing things like that at the worst moments.

“Ugh… so many,” Keaton whispered, barely able to speak as his belly felt on the verge of bursting. “Your fault,” he said, not exactly at Lukas but more to himself.

The sensation brought some memories. He had felt something like that before—a few weeks into his new arrangement with Lukas, though back then it had been easier to ignore and easier to explain away. At the time, he had blamed everything but what it was. He had noticed the weight gain, the constant exhaustion, and how his body seemed to change overnight. He had told himself it was stress and overeating, that running the building alone was catching up to him, and that Lukas’s increasingly frequent visits were a distraction that had gone on too long.

Still, after a few weeks of sickness, Keaton had finally decided to schedule an appointment with a doctor to find out what was going on. He had sat in that office, feeling dizzy and turning pale as the doctor explained something he had never considered possible: pregnancy. Not only was he pregnant, but he was carrying a large batch of multiples. His body was adapting far too quickly, responding in ways that made the doctor pause more than once.

The news had been overwhelming, frightening even, but beneath that fear, there had been an odd spark of pride at the fact that those babies had come from Lukas. He would rather not admit it himself, but knowing that he was carrying the young man’s babies made everything feel oddly exciting. Keaton had gone home that day with the word echoing in his head, unsure whether to be more concerned about the medical implications or how his entire life seemed to be changing dramatically thanks to Lukas.

When he told the young man, he had expected hesitation, questions, and maybe even distance. Instead, Lukas had looked at him, almost pleased by the fact that he had put several babies into the superintendent. There had been no withdrawal, no attempt to step back from what they had done. If anything, Lukas became more attentive, as if the knowledge had only made him more certain that he should stay longer, visit more often, and touch Keaton more openly. It was as if the pregnancy had confirmed their arrangement rather than complicated it.

It had been around that same time, when Keaton was barely 2 months along and still trying to convince himself he could manage everything, that Lukas had mentioned someone else—casually, just like he always mentioned everything important.

Right after one of their long fuck sessions, Lukas mentioned Matthias, another exchange student who needed a place to stay for a little while. Keaton had been too exhausted and still high on pleasure to process the information correctly. He had listened, frowned, and told himself that one guest couldn’t make a big difference. One temporary stay wouldn’t unravel everything he had already allowed, so he had said yes without thinking it through.

The memory faded as quickly as it had come, pulled back into the present by the pressure in his belly finally easing.

“Damn it,” Keaton whispered. “These kids are getting strong.”

“Of course,” Lukas replied, moving closer and patting Keaton’s belly. “Strong like their dad,” he added, winking and flexing his bicep.

“Don’t say it like you’re proud of my suffering,” Keaton said, pretending to be mad.

Lukas chuckled. “Anyway, you were saying something about sustainability?”

Keaton looked at him, but before he could continue, another voice cut in.

“Well, if it’s about sustainability, I can tell you exactly where the problem is.” Matthias came closer, grinning as he watched the scene. He was imposing, broad, and solid, and his confidence was obvious without him doing much. “You’re running a building and giving away your best units for free. That’s terrible business.”

“I am aware,” Keaton snapped. “Thank you for your insight.”

Matthias stood beside Lukas and reached up to caress Keaton’s belly. “Though, I suppose you’ve gotten something in return.” He moved his hand higher, rubbing a spot where a foot was pressing outward. “Quite a lot, actually.”

“Don’t—” Keaton started, then stopped as another baby stretched, straining his overpacked womb. He gasped and groaned deeply. “Don’t encourage them.”

“Them?” Matthias said, smirking. “Which ones?”

Keaton didn’t answer—he couldn’t because he had no idea anymore.

He adjusted the pouch again, straightened as best he could, and forced himself forward. “I still have rounds to complete.”

“We’ll come with you,” Lukas said.

“That is not necessary,” Keaton replied immediately.

“I know,” Lukas responded, shrugging. “But I think we’ll enjoy it afterwards.”

Matthias nodded and joined on the other side. The young men walked with Keaton as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as they belonged there, as the building belonged to them as much as it did to him. Keaton said nothing because he couldn’t afford to start another argument he would inevitably lose.

Having both students by his side brought memories of the first time Keaton had seen Matthias entering the building. He remembered how the tall guy had stood in the office doorway with a cocky grin, larger than life and making the whole room feel smaller. Unlike Lukas, there had been no careful buildup, no slow interactions toward anything. Matthias had looked at Keaton, then at Lukas, then at how Keaton reacted to him, and something had clicked into place behind his eyes. The aftermath had been inevitable from that exact moment.

Matthias had flirted openly, said things that Keaton would have shut down instantly if they had come from anyone else, and mocked the idea of Lukas living there for free with playful disbelief. Keaton had tried to push back, insisting that the arrangement with Lukas was a one-time exception, and that it wasn’t something that could be repeated. Matthias had laughed and told him he would say that now and change his mind later.

At the time, Keaton had held himself to the one thing he thought would protect him—he was already pregnant. It should have been the end of everything. He had said as much, explaining that whatever had happened with Lukas could not happen again, that there were limits, that his body wouldn’t allow it. Matthias hadn’t argued. He had only watched the superintendent, interested, as if waiting to see if that was actually true.

Barely a week later, Keaton was on his back in bed, with his legs spread, and Matthias was pounding hard into him with a force that bordered on supernatural. Lukas was always intense and focused, but Matthias had a way to thrust hard, fast, and at the right angle to leave Keaton’s mind empty. Both men left him breathless, and the more they fucked him, the more Keaton wanted. It was a never-ending cycle that was only getting messier by the day.

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