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Megumi hisses in pain, heat radiating from his swollen chest. He sighs, tossing the useless breast pump onto the bed. His fingers massage his temples, willing his frustration away. He isn't going to cry over a clogged duct, yet here he is fighting back tears. Exhaling, he tentatively presses his hands to his engorged left breast, the warmth from his palms soothes some of the ache, but the simple touch hurts.
He'd been pumping on and off, massaging and trying to stimulate any milk flow. It's painful and he's exhausted, the suction on the pump isn't working as well as it should, and he's on the verge of tears. The clog had been bothering him for a few days now, he'd hoped he could continue pumping and feeding and solve the issue, but he's lost hope it'll go away on its own.
The baby monitor on the nightstand crackles, soft audio of the nursery door being closed. He sighs, bringing his hands to dry any stray tears before Yuji finds him like this. Yuji's been nothing but the perfect partner and father, but Megumi doesn't want to burden him further. They're both sleep-deprived and exhausted, but Yuji more so from taking over nighttime duty.
Their bedroom door creaks open, and Yuji's beautiful face pokes through. He breaks out into a blinding smile, under-eye bags dark, but all the more handsome for it. Megumi looks at him, offering his own crooked smile, but Yuji notices. Of course, he notices. And he's by Megumi's side instantly, dropping to his knees and nestling between Megumi's legs. Warm hands grab his knees, sliding up and soothingly kneading his thighs.
"Couldn't sleep?" He murmurs, golden eyes tracing Megumi's features. His eyes lock onto Megumi's hands, still cradling his sore breasts.
Megumi sighs. "I'm still clogged. The stupid pump isn't helping." His voice cracks. "It hurts, and I don't know what else to do."
Yuji's eyes instantly soften, and he tentatively covers Megumi's hands with his own. The additional pressure has Megumi hissing, but the warmth is nice. He grabs Yuji's hand and guides him, softly, to the redness surrounding the hardened lump in his breast. Yuji watches, immediately wincing when he feels for himself.
"How can I help?" Yuji whispers, nearing tears.
Megumi leans back, rolling his stiff neck while he thinks for a moment. "Could you get a warm towel?"
Yuji's nodding and up in seconds, quietly trekking to the bathroom and running hot water. Megumi sighs again, adjusting to sit against the headboard. Yuji returns with a warm hand towel, moving to straddle Megumi's legs and pulling his shirt up and off.
Megumi squirms, being on display since giving birth has been a challenging mental hurdle for him. He knows he has small rolls gathered below his ribs, his stomach isn't flat, and he doubts it ever will be again. His curves were more obvious, his hips wider to offer the perfect perch for their infant.
And yet, Yuji stares, taking him in like it's the last time, gawking and nearly drooling. Megumi's heart beats faster under the scrutiny, before Yuji gets to work. He cups the afflicted breast, pressing a loving kiss to the top before laying the towel atop it. His breast is hardly a handful, but feels like it's about to burst, filled to the brim despite just having pumped. The warmth is nice, soothing, but he isn't sure what to do next. Yuji, however, is determined to help and reaches back. Finding the discarded breast pump and eyeing Megumi cautiously.
He nods, letting Yuji massage him as he attaches the pump. Megumi's hands aid him with the unfamiliar placement, placing the suction to his nipple and waiting for Yuji to squeeze the handle. Yuji gives a few pumps, rubbing in downward strokes over the warm cloth. Megumi relaxes, hoping somehow Yuji's efforts will pay off.
After a few minutes, Yuji stares, watching intently for any change. Megumi raises an eyebrow, leaning into his hands, and Yuji flusters, continuing his slow massage. Yuji stops pumping and starts pressing and prodding, investigating for himself. His hand finds the tender lump, still firm and burning hot, making Megumi gasp.
Megumi arches up, unconsciously wanting more of his touch. His skin feels blazing under Yuji's careful hands and devotion, feeling warmth travel his limbs and further down. Yuji pulls his hands away, looking like a man possessed as a new idea flickers into his mind.
"Do you, uh, think I could try?" He asks, licking his lips.
Megumi raises a brow, his exhausted mind trying to follow. "Try what?"
Yuji's eyes are glazed over, locked on his nipple. "Sucking it out."
Instantly, Megumi's face burns hot. Would that even work? His brain is too sleep-riddled, and Yuji's words are easily convincing. He's pinned beneath Yuji's comforting weight and notices Yuji's hard length pressing against his stomach, lighting him on fire. Oh
He averts his eyes, blushing furiously. "You can try."
His indifference is poorly masked behind blatant want, but given the green light, Yuji moves. He slides down, gripping Megumi's ankles and pulling him bodily into lying flat on his back. Yuji crowds him, covering his body and leaning down. One hand goes to his right breast, massaging and kneading, while Yuji's lips press soft kisses around his left nipple. The kisses are reverent, an echo of Yuji's love for him. Then, his lips lock around the nipple, sucking him in gently. With utmost care, Yuji suckles him with barely any suction, looking up to watch Megumi's face.
Megumi squirms, Yuji's mouth is warm and wet on him, while his other hand is rough and kneading. His tongue swirls before sucking in earnest, making Megumi gasp. The sensation has his clit throbbing, aching and suddenly feeling left out. Yuji takes his response as encouragement, sucking harder and grinding his hips down. Almost forgetting the true purpose of Yuji's actions, Megumi reaches his hand down to palm at Yuji's hard cock.
Yuji grabs his hand, popping off his nipple and pinning his hand to the side. He huffs. "Let Daddy take care of you tonight, baby."
Megumi squeezes his eyes closed, words instantly making him dizzy. He arches into Yuji's weight and moans softly.
"Don't tease me." His words come out wispy, not nearly as commanding as he wanted them to be. Yuji presses his smile into his neck, pressing a kiss there before sliding down. He spreads Megumi's legs to accommodate him.
Yuji's hands trail down from his chest to his bare stomach. His fingers follow the stretch marks down his sides and down low on his stomach. He squeezes lightly, fondling the squishy pouch that still hangs onto him, the proof of his body's work. Lovingly tracing from the discolored stripe above his belly button, from where skin distorted to accommodate the stretch, down through his happy trail.
"Wow." Yuji breathes out, whispering into the silent night. "You're so beautiful."
Megumi shuffles, self-consciously flinching away from probing hands. Yuji clicks his tongue and leans in, lips brushing his ear. "I love your body, wanna know why?"
He doesn't trust himself with words, so he nods. He can feel Yuji's smile against his ear. "Because it's a reminder that you're mine. Forever. Your body changed for our baby, my baby. And I love seeing the physical reminder of it. Don't you?"
Megumi throws his head back and clamps his hand over his mouth, muffling his desperate cry. Possessive want simmers in his stomach, Yuji's words echoing in his head. He feels himself gushing, leaking into his underwear, pitifully wet for him. Yuji smirks, satisfied, and continues exactly where he left off. Pressing soft kisses to Megumi's belly, fondling him, before his fingers slide under his boxers.
His fingers tickle briefly, once again teasing, before ripping the boxers down Megumi's legs and onto the floor. Yuji wastes no time; he smoothes his hands down Megumi's thighs and wraps around the backs of his knees. He holds his legs open and dives down, mouth attaching to the junction of thigh and hip. He places open-mouthed kisses, holding firm on Megumi’s legs as he squirms, alternating between each side. Then, Yuji places an open-mouthed kiss straight to Megumi's protruding nub.
He gasps, hands flying down to tangle in Yuji's hair, tugging and hoping he gets the hint. He can feel Yuji's breath fanning out against him, cool against the hot slick on his inner thighs. Yuji swipes his tongue, kitten-licking Megumi's tip in short strokes. Megumi grunts, wiggling his hips, and Yuji tightens his grasp on his legs. His grip is rough, likely bruising the delicate skin of his thighs, but the edge of pain has Megumi biting back a moan.
Yuji flattens his tongue, broadening his strokes before diving down and fully sucking Megumi down. Megumi's fingers clench, fisting Yuji's hair as he finally, finally goes down on him in earnest, popping off his sensitive nub with a wet smack. He travels quickly down, licking along Megumi's folds before sticking his tongue inside. Megumi feels his arousal oozing out as Yuji's tongue plunges inside, once again trying in vain to kick his legs out against the onslaught. He bites down on his tongue hard enough to taste copper, trying and failing to hold his whimpers back.
Two fingers join Yuji's tongue, pressing perfectly against his inner walls. Yuji curls his fingers at the same time he unhinges his jaw, sucking all of Megumi in, chin bumping fingers, and pressing his nose down on his clit. The reaction is instantaneous, Megumi curls his toes and bows his back, falling apart violently. His ears ring, feeling and hearing the wet splatter of his release on Yuji's face. He gasps, trying to catch his breath while Yuji presses his face further into his wet hole.
Megumi cries out from overstimulation, moaning loudly into the quiet nighttime. Yuji's lips disconnect, and his head pops up, lips and chin slickened and glistening.
"Shh," Yuji cooes, bringing a gentle hand up to Megumi's mouth, his thumb brushing his bottom lip. "You wouldn't want to wake the baby, would you, Daddy?"
Megumi's cry is garbled, a new wave of arousal rushing through his veins. He shakes his head, tears wet his lashes as he's struck with plummeting emptiness. Yuji cradles his head with both hands, peppering his face with kisses while kicking his own pajama pants down. In an instant, Yuji's hands are around his shoulders, rolling their positions so Megumi plops down on his naked lap.
Yuji's hard against him, sticky as his wetness smears his length where they meet. Megumi lazily grinds his hips forward, making Yuji throw his head back against the mattress and exhale shakily. His hands land on his hips, steadying him as he rocks and jerks forward. With a quick press of Yuji's hand, he's pressing himself into Megumi's waiting heat. They latch lips, moaning into each other's mouths as Megumi sinks down.
His hands grip Yuji's shoulders, falling into him once he's fully seated. Megumi clenches, savoring Yuji's girth, shifting restlessly before finally pulling himself up. He stays close, grinding while Yuji grabs his ass, spreading him open as he pulls him up and down. The movement has their chests rubbing together, making Megumi jerk and pull back.
Yuji stills, eyes wide with concern, as Megumi cups his breast. He can't believe he almost forgot what got them in this position to begin with. He rubs, whimpering, before Yuji grips his wrist and pulls him forward. They adjust so Megumi's tits hang enticingly, long arms holding his weight above Yuji's head. Lips immediately lock around his nipple, hips jerking and gliding him up Yuji's cock. They groan, Yuji's muffled as he sucks hard.
The extreme suction is aided by gravity and it only takes a few hearty sucks for something to give. He feels immediate relief, feeling his breast finally deflating and leaking. Yuji pops off, milk flowing down his chin and dribbling down.
It shouldn't be erotic, something so medical in nature, but it is. And Megumi moans, unabashed and loud, rocking down hard. He rides Yuji like his life depends on it, seeing more than feeling as milk leaks free from his abused nipple. Yuji's moaning, hips thrusting up to meet his as Megumi bounces. His hands grip love handles, squeezing the excess fat there with tender love, before brutally setting their pace.
Yuji's babbling, incoherent words, pushing Megumi closer to the edge. "Fuck!" He swears, roughly lifting Megumi and slamming him back down. "You were made to be a daddy, baby. Look at you, look at the mess you're making. All this hard work to feed my baby, fuck."
Megumi feels another orgasm bubbling in his stomach, and he abandons rational thought, overcome by pleasure. "I—" He gasps, stars burst behind his eyelids as Yuji presses deep. "I love making you a daddy. Please—" He blubbers. "Please, please, give me another baby."
Yuji slams up, grinding Megumi down and slipping his hand down to press teasingly to his swollen tip. "Yeah?" His voice is breathy, lost, euphoric. "Okay, yeah, okay— Come on, come for me."
And Megumi does, his orgasm crashes into him, overtaking his senses as he squeezes down on Yuji. He goes limp, letting Yuji use his sloppy hole, pumping over and over until his hips stutter. Megumi's eyes flutter closed as Yuji groans, jerking up one final time and releasing warm come deep into his pussy. He moans softly, Yuji's hands rub his sides, his back, gently bringing him down from his high. They sigh together, spent and lazy.
Yuji's cock softens, slowly slipping out. Megumi winces, feeling come sliding out of his fluttering hole. The night goes silent again, save for their heaving breaths and the light crackles of the baby monitor. Megumi rolls, flopping onto his back. Yuji's hand finds his breast again, teasingly tweaking his nipple. He slaps Yuji's hand away, his scowl quickly overtaken by a smile.
"Alright." Yuji says, pressing a kiss to his temple before taking his comforting warmth with him as he stands up. "I'll change the sheets, you go get cleaned up."
Megumi huffs, rolling his eyes, but doing as he's told. He stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, tracing stretch marks and pressing where Yuji's fingers dug in and left marks. All of Yuji's reaffirming actions pile up in his head, and he hums, pleased and content.
When he returns to bed, fresh sheets await, and Yuji's tucked in. His arm lifts the covers, and Megumi finds himself falling into his warmth, his love, his devotion. And he knows he would do so for a lifetime.
Yuji cuddles in, spooning and rubbing his stomach. "D'ya think it'll take?"
Megumi's cheeks heat, though he finds himself hoping it will, and he huffs. Before he can answer, the baby monitor crackles to life, soft wailing cries ring out. A kiss is pressed to his temple. "Get some rest, I got it."
He smiles. "I know."