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“There’s no real milk in them.”
That’s what Pooh said, sulking. Actually sulking.
They were cuddling in bed, spending a rare lazy day on one of their only free days where they both didn’t have anything else to do. Pooh was snuggled into Pavel’s arms, his head on his chest, and he was idly caressing and kissing his… well, boobs.
Pooh had a boob obsession. Which could have been odd, considering Pavel was a man and therefore didn’t really have any, but he bulked up enough to have salient pectorals, which apparently was enough to qualify them as boobs, and Pooh loved them.
It had started right at the beginning of their working relationship, when they had to film NC scenes for Pitbabe, and Pooh had been a little too enthusiastic to suck on Pavel’s nipples anytime he could. Pavel hadn’t been one to complain. It worsened when they filmed season 2, and by the time they actually got together and fucked for the first time, Pooh was completely obsessed, spending dozens of minutes just kissing, licking, sucking, biting them.
Thank God it wasn’t the most sensitive place on Pavel’s body, so the senior actor could accommodate his boyfriend’s obsession anytime he wanted. He liked to tease him -a lot- about it, joking about squeezing his head with his boobs at some events. Pooh always played the flustered, shy one at the idea, but truth was, he loved it even more than Pavel. It was so bad, sometimes they didn’t even have sex, and Pooh would just suck on them without any further intent. He was like a real baby for that, and Pavel didn’t miss any chance to call him that when it happened.
That time was one of them. They had had a great session the night before, and they were post-sex cuddling naked in bed, and Pooh was just kissing around his nipple, his hand massaging the other breast. It wasn’t even sexual, just a relaxing thing at this point, and Pavel gladly let him, the sensation always pleasant.
He didn’t think Pooh had something to complain about though.
“What?” Pavel chuckled, looking down at his puppy who was still playing with his pecs.
“There’s no real milk in them,” Pooh repeated, fiddling with the nub that wasn’t close to his mouth. “No matter how hard I suck,” he explained and mimicked the motion described, sucking on the nipple hard, making Pavel yelp beneath him, “there’s no milk in my mouth.”
“Well, yeah, since I’m not a woman,” Pavel laughed at the silliness of his boyfriend. “And even if I was, I would need to be pregnant or have just given birth to be lactating.”
“Hmm, don’t give me ideas.”
Pavel giggled, lovingly petting the younger man’s hair.
“It’s like,” Pooh continued, “where’s my fresh New Zealand milk, you know?”
“I give you milk,” Pavel replied in a flirty way, lifting his hips to make his idea understood.
“Not that kind of milk,” Pooh chastised him, lightly tapping on his pec. “It doesn’t come from your boobs.”
“Well, I don’t have any else.”
“Shame.”
“Will you love me less because of it?” Pavel asked, turning Pooh’s head up to look at him. The question was ridiculous, of course, and he already knew the answer, but he liked to tease his partner, always asking for more attention.
Pooh rose to kiss him soundly. “Don’t ask stupid questions. I’ll just find a way to make you have some.”
Pavel didn’t know how he would manage it, but he had faith in Pooh. He was a genius after all.
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They slammed the door to their hotel room shut, aggressively making out. They had only been apart for a few days, but it had been way too much, as per usual for them. Especially when Pooh had looked this good and Pavel hadn’t been able to do anything about it, and then Pavel had looked this good and Pooh hadn’t been able to do anything about it. It had been extremely frustrating, and now they had the night all to themselves before they had to leave Singapore and come back home, they would definitely make the most of it.
Their mouths devoured one another, their tongues fighting for vain dominance as they let their hands roam all over each other. They quickly started divesting each other, tearing out their clothes to get access to their warm skin that longed to touch one another. Pooh’s mouth hurriedly and naturally found its way to Pavel’s breast, sucking on a nipple as he toyed with the other one with his fingers. “You need to stop putting my head there in public,” Pooh whispered huskily, humming around the nub.
“I thought you liked it,” Pavel retorted, biting his lips as he watched his puppy get his fill of his boobs.
“I like it way too much,” Pooh replied, sucking harder and making Pavel shudder underneath his mouth. “One of these days my resolve will snap and I will truly suck on them on stage, and that would be embarrassing.”
“That would be amazing,” Pavel rectified, chuckling at the thought. “The fans would love it for sure.”
“But then I would have to stop, and I never want to stop. Once I start, I want to…”
“What do you want to do?”
Pooh rose up, looking at him with a mischievous smile before pushing him to fall on the bed, following along as he caged him underneath him. “I want to strip you naked and devour you.”
And that’s exactly what he did. As he plunged on his mouth again, his hands found their way to his pants, unfastening the zipper to push them down. Pavel immediately got on with the program as he pushed them out of the way, never once breaking their kiss. As soon as he was free from his clothes, he wrapped his legs around Pooh, using his force to turn them over and be the one on top, their mouths still connected. Nothing would break them apart.
Except the sequel of their activities. Pavel let his mouth trail away, first kissing Pooh’s cheeks that he oh so loved before going down his jaw, his throat, his collarbones that he nipped and sucked enough to leave a hickey there, before going down again. He stopped at his pecs as well, because unlike Pavel, Pooh had very sensitive nipples, and Pavel only had to lick a little around them to make Pooh shudder of pleasure. He grinned against his skin, sucking a little before going down again. He didn’t want to spend too much time on them, otherwise Pooh would probably come too fast, and even though he could easily go for an immediate second round, Pavel had other things planned for that cock.
When he met Pooh's pants, he looked up at Pooh through his eyelashes, giving him an evil grin before opening the zipper with his mouth. It wasn’t the most practical, but he knew that move had driven Pooh mad during the filming of Pitbabe 2, and he loved the gasp and hand in his hair that it always prompted.
They swiftly got rid of the pants and underwear, and Pavel immediately grabbed Pooh’s cock and wrapped his lips around the head, closing his eyes and humming around it as if it was the tastiest meal he had ever eaten. Pooh’s hand clenched on his hair, the slurred curse coming out of his mouth being the exact reaction Pavel wanted to get. He slowly lowered his mouth, engulfing more of his length as he fondled his balls with his hand. He set up a slow pace, relishing the whimpers he got from his lover, his hand on his head a steady presence that encouraged but never forced him.
He loved the feeling of Pooh’s dick in his mouth, especially when he could feel it lengthening and becoming harder, a silent praise of his work. After a while, he let it slip out, the erection shining with his saliva, and licked his way down until he swallowed one testicle then the other, just to tease Pooh a little bit more. Once he was done, he opened his eyes and saw Pooh watching him in awe, a pleasured expression on his face. Pavel grinned victoriously and Pooh gestured him to come back up which the older man happily obliged.
As soon as they were kissing again, Pooh flipped them over, grinning wickedly at him. “My turn,” he said as he kissed his way down as well. Pavel laid there, perfectly content to enjoy his boyfriend’s ministrations. He settled comfortably in the cushions, ready to get a mindblowing blowjob, but Pooh bypassed his already hard cock entirely and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Pavel smirked, knowing very well what was about to come. His favorite part.
Pooh admired his hole, his breath hot against the sensitive area, before he licked it once, making Pavel sigh into the feeling. He dived deep, lapping at the hole for a solid minute before sucking his own fingers, one arm still wrapped around Pavel’s leg to keep him in place. He then plunged one finger in a smooth prod, watching hungrily for Pavel’s expression.
Pavel always loved this part, getting toyed with by his partner. He focused on the feeling of being entered, being owned, and Pooh was extremely talented at it. He relinquished in the pleasure, pushing himself off the bed so he could thrust his hips with Pooh’s movements, following his fingers as they fucked him slow. Pooh’s soft, delicate hands were surprisingly strong and steady when it came to fucking him, and Pavel loved every second of it every single time. He clenched his hands on the sheet beneath him, gasping as pleasure rose in his entire body.
Pooh took his time with it, making sure he mapped out all of his hole, stretched it out enough to accommodate his cock. Once he felt satisfied with his work, as Pavel was lost in the motion, rocking his hips with him, Pooh kissed his inner thigh, a familiar warning that they were about to enter the next stage. “Lube,” he demanded softly, and Pavel searched beneath the pillows and gave him the bottle. They had taken the habit of putting it there anytime they traveled as soon as they entered the room, as they never wanted to leave each other in the middle of sex to search through their bags for it.
Pooh coated his dick and his fingers, pushing them once more inside Pavel just to make sure he was wet enough and it wouldn’t hurt. He then rose up, opening Pavel’s legs even farther so he could find his place there, and pushed inside in one long stroke, watching Pavel grin of satisfaction as he got split open by his boyfriend. Pooh didn’t give him even a second before he started thrusting in and out in deep pushes, coming back up to kiss Pavel’s throat.
The older man wrapped his arms and legs around his lover, enjoying the ride. In no time, he felt jolts of pleasure zing through his entire body as Pooh naturally found his sweet spot, and he smiled as he moaned his bliss. Pooh kissed his way down until his lips found Pavel’s nipple and he started sucking on it.
Pavel chuckled as he gripped Pooh’s hair, pushing his head in his chest. “You really are a baby,” he teased in between huffs as Pooh kept fucking him in earnest while at it.
“I just love your boobs so much,” Pooh replied through his teeth, biting lightly at the sensitive nub.
“Still no milk, though,” and that made Pooh groan and suck even harder on it, eliciting a loud whimper from Pavel who clenched his limbs on him.
Pooh switched sides, sucking on the other nipple while his fingers kept pinching the former one while his hips pistoned inside Pavel. He felt his orgasm rise, but there was still a lingering frustration in him that was blocking it. He groaned, sucking harder as his thrusts went faster as well. “Pooh, what’s gotten into you?” Pavel asked through his whimpers as he hung on for the ride.
“No milk,” Pooh barely explained.
“Pooh, I -”
“I want milk,” he grunted, going faster and harder with frustration.
“I can’t -” Pavel didn’t finish, his sweet spot getting plundered right and through, turning his brain into jelly.
Suddenly, an idea formed inside Pooh’s mind, and he moaned as he visualized it. He let go of the nub in his mouth and looked at Pavel’s blissed out face. “I have an idea,” he breathed out, keeping his pace intact.
“What -”
“Do you trust me?”
Pavel managed to open his eyes and look at him, his gaze glazed from pleasure. He nodded fervently, not even wondering what Pooh had in mind; he knew the genius would make it amazing.
Pooh kissed him hungrily, a mess of tongues and saliva as he thrust inside the older man a few more times before separating them. He pulled out, making Pavel whimper loudly at the loss, and straddled his chest. He stroked his own cock vigorously, his hand a blur as he brought himself to completion and came all over Pavel’s boobs.
“Pooh, what -” Pavel tried asking, but the sight of his boyfriend coming over the edge all over him, the feeling of his cum on his sensitive skin was too hot to handle, and as his hips kept rocking as if he was still getting fucked, Pooh came down and wrapped his lips once more on his nipple, sucking his own cum. “See, you have milk,” Pooh moaned, and that did Pavel in, spurting all across his chest in powerful bursts.
Pooh lapped all of it, mixing their cum in his mouth before coming up and kissing Pavel messily, sharing their mixed spent with him. Though surprised, Pavel welcomed it, humming into the kiss as they shared cum and spit. It was all so dirty, but they didn’t care.
Once they calmed down, Pooh fell on him and hugged him, his body a warm blanket for Pavel. “That was filthy as fuck,” the older man commented.
“Hmm, but you liked it, right?” Pooh asked, looking up at him with questioning eyes.
Pavel chuckled fondly. “Did it look like I didn’t?” Pooh smiled, satisfied, and snuggled back into him. His hand was, once again, idly playing with his boob. “You are obsessed,” Pavel teased, laughing lightly.
“Well, you have amazing boobs,” Pooh shrugged, kissing his free nipple. “It would be a crime if I didn’t appreciate them accordingly.”
“So are you satisfied? You had your milk?”
“Well, it was a little bit salty,” Pooh joked as he sucked again on it, tasting the remains of their previous activities.
Pavel laughed incredulously, still enjoying his post-orgasmic haze. “Next time, we’ll use real milk.”
He was joking, but Pooh gazed up at him in absolute awe and excitement. “Really?”
Pavel had fucked himself over. He didn’t have any choice left now. But he would do anything for his puppy, wouldn’t he?
“Yes, really.”
Pooh kissed his love in. It was worth it.