“Alright. I’ll… take it off, ah… uu… ngh.”
But not knowing the cause, he just bent his waist and grabbed the hem of his shirt, wanting to escape this state as quickly as possible. Andrea also got up from his seat and returned with a towel of the same size.
When he stood in front of the bed again, Icanoth had put his shirt down on the bed and was covering his exposed chest by crossing his arms and hands. The glimpse of his chest was incredibly erotic. As he approached closer, Icanoth bent his body and extended just one hand.
Of course, Andrea didn’t hand over the towel.
“Show me. How you’ve become.”
“…”
His face, reddened from heat, frowned. It was an alluring face that made one want to lick it all. Andrea shook his head and pulled up the corner of his mouth.
“Hurry.”
…If he could truly think that showing wasn’t a big deal since he had done worse things, it would be good, but Icanoth couldn’t do that. His cheeks burned as he removed his arms and exposed his chest. His chest, stained with breast milk, was glistening. Andrea quietly looked at the chest Icanoth had been earnestly touching and squeezing milk from.
“It seems to be only more swollen, Icanoth?”
As he said this and handed over the towel, Icanoth silently snatched it and desperately tried to suppress his moans while rubbing his chest. Andrea, who let out a low laugh, observed this sight. The swollen nipples seemed to be twice their normal size. The color had become even redder, and the sight of white liquid flowing from the enlarged nipples was extremely erotic.
“It’s a sight that makes me want to suck until you cry.”
Icanoth’s hand, which had been moving diligently, suddenly stopped. Though he tried not to pay attention to Andrea, he couldn’t do so. His body flinched even at Andrea’s deep exhalation, and though there was nowhere else to flee, he moved his bent feet, making his back touch the bed headboard tightly. From a viewer’s perspective, such changes couldn’t be missed. Andrea was licking Icanoth’s body thoroughly with his gaze. No part of the body placed before him had a way to escape his gaze.
“Seeing milk pooled round on your nipples reminds me of when Icanoth first ejaculated just from having his chest touched. Do you remember what I gave you as a gift? I mean the diamond ornament I put on your nipples. Somehow it reminds me of that time.”
Andrea, who uttered lewd words in a gentle voice, was unrestrained.
“I feel like I shouldn’t have given you a choice. The feeling of not being able to do anything while you have your legs spread in front of me.”
Don’t listen. Move your hands. Don’t stop. Icanoth’s hand, which had been whipping himself, touched his nipple. He couldn’t suppress the sound. Though it seemed to come out a little less the more he squeezed, even that was a lot for Icanoth.
“I don’t know if it’s semen coming out or breast milk.”
“Please, stop…”
“I’m just stating facts.”
“Hu…mph.”
Though he didn’t ejaculate, a thrill similar to orgasm heavily pressed on his body from where his touch landed. Eventually, he began wondering what meaning this action had. To stop the breast milk from coming out… though that’s what he was doing, as Andrea said, it felt like he was spreading his legs in front of him.
By this point, Andrea should have helped—while repeating only disgusting thoughts, he grabbed and released his nipples. By then, he couldn’t even think of wiping the breast milk with a towel. Andrea didn’t particularly stop him or tell him it would be good to wipe. He just watched Icanoth engrossed in masturbation and at the right timing, grabbed his hand to stop him.
“Huk… huink, hu. Ungh.”
“It’s all over now. No more is coming out. It would be better to shower and rest. And take medicine too.”
When a damselfly’s wings are gripped tightly, the fragile wings lose strength and cannot properly spread even after being released. Like that, although Icanoth’s hands were freed from Andrea, they remained fallen on his knees, unable to move.
“Haah, ha… huu…”
He was out of breath. With each repetition of short inhales and long exhales, the sense of exhaustion deepened. But Andrea left the panting Icanoth and brought a white, thick robe. Dark red eyes looking at it spun around. Despite the new clothes he had so desired and a moment’s liberation being right in front of him, he couldn’t stand up. No, was he unable? The robe crumpled in his hand. Andrea saw this but pretended not to notice.
“Wash up and come out. I’ll put the medicine on the table.”
“Andrea-ssi…”
“Tell me.”
Words that couldn’t come out of his mouth lingered. Seeing Icanoth hesitate, Andrea got up from the bed to prepare water to take with the medicine.
“Take your time. There’s plenty of time… Icanoth!”
“Auu, hu.”
Icanoth, who had fallen off the bed while struggling, moaned softly. Though the surprised Andrea tried to approach, Icanoth, who hurriedly came first, was quicker. Crawling on his knees, he clung to Andrea. His bloodshot eyes, relaxed with pleasure, looked dull. While looking at that face briefly, he grabbed and clung to Andrea. If he had just clung, Andrea would have carried him and placed him on the bed, but that wasn’t it. Icanoth was rubbing his body against his feet and legs.
“Hnh, uuu… ngh.”
“How could you have become so lewd?”
Though his voice was close to reproach, his expression was infinitely generous, and all kinds of love overflowed from his pupils. It wouldn’t have been strange if he had said “I love you” right away. Andrea silently looked at Icanoth’s pouting face as his desire wasn’t sufficiently filled despite trying to move, and raised his lips.
“It’s okay to be more broken. That way, no one will covet you…”
“I w-want… to do it. Want to do it. Hu. Haah. Ha.”
“And you won’t be satisfied without me.”
There was no need to exercise patience. Andrea picked up the body that easily came into his embrace, laid him on the bed, and while licking his exposed chest, pulled down his pants. The drawers inside were sticky. When he pulled and removed them, his erect cock came out of the drawers, and the accumulated semen lightly spurted. It seemed he had reached climax while touching his chest.
“That’s quite admirable.”
“Hng… ah, ngh!”
While rolling the tip with his fingertip, Andrea’s tongue tip pressed against the nipple. Though he thought only the taste on the surface would remain as there was nothing more to come out, when he gathered with his lips and lightly sucked, his dried lips became wet. The taste was fishy yet sweet. Andrea smiled as he drew the fluid caught on his tongue tip into his mouth.
“It seems there’s still some left.”
Andrea, who casually murmured that it wasn’t all extracted by hand, flicked the wet nipple with his fingers. Each time, Icanoth’s face, which moaned while hunching his shoulders, was a pleasure to Andrea.
“Ha… ah… hungh.”
The face looking down at the other with an expression alternating between fear and anticipation was red. Andrea, who exhaled a small breath on the nipple, stopped as he was about to open his mouth, and grabbed the chest to gather it nicely for sucking. The flat chest swelled slightly more than when Icanoth had grabbed it. Before directly applying his tongue to the nipple, he bit the entire area around it.
“Ah, ah!”
Though it wasn’t the first or second time he left marks by biting, Andrea was always incredibly persistent. After leaving such bright red, delicious marks, he kissed them one by one and crawled with his tongue as if comforting and resolving them. The destination of his tongue tip was the nipple. The breast milk that wouldn’t come out anymore no matter how much Icanoth squeezed with his hands was flowing well under his tongue and lips.
“Look. It’s still flowing like this.”
“Huuungh… uung. Hup—”
“I’ll extract this with my mouth.”
Even when breast milk that couldn’t be swallowed flowed down between his pressed lips, ultimately not a single drop remained on the skin. Andrea deliberately let the milk flow down and then collected it with the tip of his tongue. From the ribs to the nipple. When the body twisted, from the upper chest to the nipple. If no more came out, he would gently press the nipple with his tongue or suck the other side. Under him, all of Icanoth’s nerves concentrated in one place. All the pleasure was there too.
“Ahu, hup, aah… haa, ugh.”
“Come up, Icanoth.”
While floundering in pleasure, Icanoth didn’t even know when Andrea had inserted himself. It seemed like he hadn’t properly prepared below, but did that hurt? Feeling the cock deeply embedded in his body, only later did his lower abdomen hurt. But even that was fleeting, and Icanoth, holding his abdomen with both hands, was swept away by Andrea’s actions. Pleasure spurted white like fragments of stars. Even while thrusting from below, Andrea never left Icanoth’s chest alone. Every part touched by his mouth and hands was violated by him.
“That… that, I like it, like it… ah!”
It was so intense that he wanted it to stop, but the words coming out of his mouth were different. His consciousness distorted with boiling ecstasy. Closer than his own voice was the sensation Andrea gave him. Icanoth, barely catching his breath, gripped Andrea’s shoulders, trembled finely, and tilted his head back.
He couldn’t remember how much they had mixed bodies. He spread his legs as requested, and to be requested more, he released the recessive omega’s pheromones, which were extremely weak compared to Andrea’s.
Andrea only detached the flesh that had stuck together and got up from his body when Icanoth was completely exhausted, just before fainting. Since the light was behind Andrea’s back, his white face was shadowed. After trying to see his expression, which was invisible in the darkness, Icanoth closed his eyes. He must have fallen into a brief sleep. The man who had been completely naked during sex was now fully dressed.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
