The gravid middle gave a wet, burbling squelch. Churning and groaning a little lewdly, Tsumi gasped as he pressed himself against it. It was warm, and still stirring a little, the fine, rich-blue fur covering it growing slick from the hooded shirt he was wearing, coated in saliva and he shivered to think what else.

Kneading along his back, Lu smiled, savoring the embrace of the slightly smaller mog, leaning to brush poms together, before a short, but pronounced belch saw a slip of darker blue poke from his lips.
Peering up, Tsumi blushed richly as Ludash's mouth opened, revealing the hem of a pair of jeans. Reaching up, he tugged at it, slowly drawing them free.

'Ooh, kupipo.. He's gunna be so mad with us, Lu-po..' The pink mog murmured, face burning as the belly continued softening against his form. Lu inclined his head as the slimey denim was dragged free. Lifting his free-hand, he idly thumbed with the large gold pendant on his 'recovered' collar.

'Glrrrrg..' burbled his stomach, ever softening.

(I can't stop. Aaaaa somebody halp me. Ludash is  Solidscale, Tsumi belogns to me, of course. :D)