“Don’t do that. What if you get hurt?”
In his other hand was a bottle of water. Seeing it made his throat parched, but he didn’t ask Andrea for it. He just wished he would release his wrists. His fingertips trembled.
“A doctor visited while you were sleeping. Since this is my first time seeing such a case, I was quite flustered.”
“My wrist… hurts.”
It was a voice far from protest, almost inaudible. Andrea immediately let go, but after caressing the skin that hadn’t even reddened, he said he was sorry. It wasn’t a voice that sounded particularly sorry. He immediately continued with what he wanted to say.
“The doctor said it’s not pregnancy, so don’t worry too much. That’s what Icanoth worried about most, right?”
Andrea, who had been gently stroking his disheveled hair, rolled his eyes. They landed on Icanoth’s chest, which still had stains. Unconsciously pulling up the blanket to cover his chest, Icanoth glared fiercely at Andrea. Despite receiving such a stern look, Andrea simply smiled and relayed exactly what he had heard from the doctor.
“They said that in recessive omegas, in very rare cases, this happens when pheromones are secreted excessively. It’s probably also because I poured too many pheromones onto you.”
In the front pocket of the shirt he was wearing was a small rectangular plastic bag. Even at a glance, it looked like it contained medicine. Perhaps aware of Icanoth’s gaze, Andrea’s eyes also went down.
“Since it’s not severe, they said you’ll get better soon if you take medicine.”
“Then—”
“But you need to express all the milk before taking the medicine. Anyway, they say it’s better to remove what’s accumulated…”
He was deliberately prolonging his words. Icanoth tried not to feel impatient because of Andrea, but he couldn’t stop unconsciously biting his lower lip. His mouth became salty, and he stopped momentarily, but before long, he bit down again. Tension circulated in his throat.
“So, having me do it with my hands or doing it yourself. Which would you prefer? The doctor said it would be better if I did it.”
Though he asked, Andrea already knew Icanoth’s answer. He wouldn’t choose Andrea’s hands. He was someone who would choose to walk into a pit of fire rather than be embraced by him. Knowing the predetermined answer, Andrea rose from his seat.
“I’ll bring you a towel at least.”
And before Icanoth could soothe his troubled mind, he opened a drawer and brought a white towel. Then he placed it in front of him… but the problem started from there. Though he had said he’d do it himself, he didn’t know how to do it, and Andrea wasn’t moving. He sat at the edge of the bed, calmly staring at him.
“Will you, will you keep watching?”
“I should be beside you in case you make a mistake. What if you collapse again if left alone?”
He tried to say something more but forcibly closed his mouth. Whatever he said, Andrea wouldn’t get up and would make all kinds of excuses. Arguing would only tire Icanoth more, and Andrea might change his mind and forcibly twist his chest, saying he would do it himself.
“Aren’t you going to do it?”
“I will.”
Just need to express it somehow. Gripped by a terrible feeling, he pushed the towel inside his clothes. After barely rubbing his chest, he brought his fingertips to his nipple, which was wetter than before. Icanoth, forgetting that Andrea was watching, tightly closed his eyes and gripped his nipple.
“Hu… ugh…!”
The pain was sharp. Even after removing his fingers, the pain remained, throbbing. To make matters worse, nothing properly came out of the nipple. Though it felt heavy, as if a lot was accumulated inside… After hesitating, he rubbed the areola and grabbed his chest. The more he continued, the more his chest swelled. The areola, forming a lump, protruded roundly.
“Ahu—”
Pain and itchiness rose with the tiniest difference between them. It wasn’t a good feeling at all. The itchiness seemed to touch nerves deep within the skin, and the pain stung like being pricked by a needle.
“Uhuu… ha, uungh.”
Something came out. Icanoth didn’t even want to think of the liquid wetting his fingertips as breast milk. Hastily wiping it with the towel, he repeated the action he had just taken.
“Ah…!”
Being anxious made him hurry even more. His legs, which had been tense with his thighs closed, trembled. His toes curled and wouldn’t straighten. In that state, he gripped and stimulated his chest, and regardless of what purpose it was for, it was impossible not to become aroused.
“Don’t you need my help?”
Icanoth couldn’t answer immediately. While exhaling rough breaths through his teeth, he feared heat might mix in between, or a moan-like sound might escape. Even with lips closed, he couldn’t block the sounds coming from inside his throat. He felt like the sound that had been resonating, ung, ung, was escaping beyond muscle and skin.
“Icanoth.”
Andrea urged an answer. Feeling his eyelids becoming sticky, Icanoth moved his lips. He had taken his hands off his chest since Andrea spoke, but the tingling sensation remained and wouldn’t go away.
“I can, do it…”
“Yes, that’s right. Then continue.”
Andrea, responding nonchalantly, pretended to move back as if telling him to continue. Before Icanoth could even have time to think of him as disgusting, he placed his hands on his chest and was startled enough to jerk his body. Though it was a brief moment, pleasure heated his entire body and passed through. It was essentially no different from masturbating in front of Andrea.
‘Congratulations, it’s difficult for a recessive to feel this much. Your chest has become as lewd as your obscene hole. No, that’s not right—you couldn’t ejaculate even when I licked your hole, yet you came first from your nipples…’
To shake off Andrea’s words from the past floating like a nightmare, his already hastily moving hands pressed firmly around his nipples and gathered his chest. Icanoth, who had been moaning painfully, was suddenly startled.
“…?!”
White milk suddenly shot out. A stain appeared on his clothes. While still flustered by that, he heard the sound of air escaping from the front. Andrea, who had been watching him, was smiling. Rather than mocking him, which would have been better, he had kind eyes as if watching a cute mistake. Seeing his lips curve upward, Icanoth’s hands trembled.
“…”
Without strength, even picking up a towel to wipe the breast milk was difficult. Icanoth guessed his face was flushed and felt ashamed. He kept feeling like he was masturbating in front of Andrea. Perhaps because of that, his head felt dizzy and his insides hot. But fearing Andrea might urge him again, he hurriedly bent over and twisted his nipples, but now another problem arose. As if a dam had collapsed, his chest, which hadn’t been producing much milk, suddenly began releasing breast milk.
“Hu, aah…!”
It dripped down in droplets just from a light touch, and even without time to wipe it, it clung to his ribs or slid down below. Goosebumps rose as he hurriedly wiped it, but now a strange smell emanated. No matter how much he rubbed with the towel, there was nothing he could do about the smell.
The bigger problem was that stimulation began to be felt as if a fire was spreading just from the brush of his fingers. He didn’t dare to grip them. Even just pressing down with a towel made him clench his teeth.
“Ah… uu…”
Not knowing what to do, Icanoth looked at Andrea nervously. Thinking that if he couldn’t do it, Andrea would touch him. But Andrea silently just looked at his chest area without opening his mouth. This made Icanoth even more anxious, causing his hands to move. And—
“Haah, huuungh… ungh!”
It wasn’t a moan he could suppress. Even though he immediately removed his hand, it tingled. If his back hadn’t been touching the bed headboard, he might have collapsed backward. Though his hands had no strength, scratching his chest felt indescribably good. Tears finally flowed from between his sticky eyelids. His half-erect cock was already blocked by his pants, to the point of pain. This made the pressure even more pronounced.
“Aren’t you going to wipe it with a towel?”
Andrea asked, looking at the clothes getting soaked with breast milk. Since he deliberately didn’t provide him with a change of clothes, new stains were added to the original ones… at least to Icanoth’s eyes, it wasn’t a good sight. Icanoth, who couldn’t think of using the towel even while holding it, couldn’t answer Andrea’s question.
After fidgeting, he looked at his clothes and made a horrified expression. Then, seeing the damp towel, he frowned even more severely. Since it wasn’t large to begin with, and he hadn’t wiped while folding it properly, it was wet with breast milk all over. It seemed like it would stain his hands just from holding it.
“A new, new towel… please.”
“I’ll bring one, but take off your top.”
“What…?”
“I think it would be better to just take off your clothes. They keep getting dirty.”
The overly heightened sensitivity was making even cold air cause a reaction. Naturally, he didn’t want to take off his clothes, but it was all the same to Andrea whether he gave it or not. While looking at Icanoth, who couldn’t even beg, Andrea was continuously releasing his pheromones while the other wasn’t noticing. This was also the reason his body was heating up.
“Unhh…”
It’s impossible to resist a dominant’s pheromones while receiving sexual stimulation with a recessive body. Icanoth, unaware of this, kept trying to endure, but his body desperately wanted the dominant alpha in front of him. His blood boiled, and his mouth alternated between drying and wetting.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
