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It’s four in the morning, and Mydei can’t sleep. Beside him, Phainon’s head is stuffed into his own pillow while his muffled snores still manage to be loud enough that it bothers Mydei significantly more than it might have five months ago, but his dilemma is more so from the fact his chest aches to a point that causes horrible agitation. He’s sitting upright, staring at his phone, reading an article with incredibly detailed instructions about how to express milk in the hopes it might relieve some of this aching, and Phainon continues to snore without a care in the world. Given he’s not the pregnant one, Mydei is sure there’s truly little for him to care about besides making sure Mydei is taken care of.
Five months ago, he felt ready—both of them felt ready, and now Mydei is sitting here with a painfully swollen chest with no chance of release. Curse Phainon for actually listening when he begged the man to get him pregnant.
This article is proving useless, the same way the other fifteen he looked at, and the handful of videos, did. Mydei has tried waiting it out, because a month ago he was totally sure that the lactation would come on randomly at some point, but now that waiting as proved useless, he’s just about ready to force himself now that any mere touch to his chest makes him whine from the pain of it. He can handle pain normally, but he’s too sore and desperate to let this go.
Mydei shifts uncomfortably, wincing when his finger barely grazes over one nipple, and then Phainon’s snoring dies down for a second. He expects it to pick back up, but then he hears a soft—
“Baby, is everything okay?” He asks gently, so gently it only makes Mydei more pathetically desperate for the man to touch him, whisper to him in that sleep-laden voice and tell him something wicked.
Mydei sighs softly, shaking his head but whining out a weak, “I’m fine.”
Phainon turns his head to look at Mydei, eyes squinted from drowsiness as he pushes himself up, the tantalisingly defined muscles in his upper body flexing, visible from the light of Mydei’s phone. He shifts to lay on his side, propping his head in one hand and reaching to press the other to Mydei’s swollen belly, “Mydei, we’re both tired, it’s early, make it easy for me. Please?”
Mydei makes a soft noise, creasing his brows in a silent plea.
“Where does it hurt? Your back?”
“No,” he finally concedes, “It’s my chest.”
Phainon grunts softly, scooting in, “Is it the same as before?” His voice is so favourable, so warm and considerate that Mydei makes another noise, leaning into Phainon’s touch as he slides his hand up ever so slightly, parting his lips, “Do you need me to try and get some to come out, baby?” Phainon shifts, tone getting hungrier when Mydei nods, “I can do that for you, my love. I’ll be gentle.”
Mydei watches Phainon slip the bottom hem of his shirt upward, leaning in to kiss the side of Mydei’s neck as the tee shirt’s material rubs up against his sore, aching nipples enough that he whines. His head is swirling from the annoying pain and the potent mixture of something like want-need-depravity-relief combined into one emotion as Phainon keeps kissing the side of his neck gently, pulling up his shirt as Mydei discards his phone to the nightstand, allowing Phainon to take it off and toss it to the floor. It feels good. The slow and easy way Phainon shifts and continues kissing Mydei’s throat while his hand unhurriedly circles over his belly, trying to ease Mydei into the sensation of Phainon’s roughened hand against his skin as he pushes himself up with his other arm and slots one big thigh between Mydei’s that earns a sharp inhale followed by one low chuckle from Phainon. He presses firmer as if testing just how badly Mydei wants it, rubbing his leg in such a way that Mydei closes his eyes to let Phainon work.
“Mmm, how do you want it, babe?” Phainon whispers against Mydei’s too-hot skin, hand creeping upward toward where it aches.
His tongue presses to Mydei’s skin in little kitten licks—first his ear, then down, down, while Mydei arches into his touch the best he can, panting enough that Phainon starts to kiss where he’s just licked now. “Whatever you think is best, please,” he responds, voice strained by desire and agony, and Phainon pulls away, shifting downward as his hand drags on the underside of one pec, touch heavy with the promise of relief.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you,” Phainon soothes. He says it so easily that Mydei presses his lips together, unable to hold back a whine at the tired yet stern tone of voice he uses to comfort Mydei. Moving to loom over him, Phainon turns on one of the side lamps and leans down as he starts to massage Mydei’s left tit, hair falling over to the side as he tilts his head and opens his mouth.
One surprising squirt of milk lands right where Phainon wanted, and he moves in a bit closer when more starts to drip down in a steady stream, licking where it spills over his hand, and Mydei looks down to watch in frightening fascination as Phainon shamelessly massages a bit harder to let more spill out and lap it up like a hungry kitten. It’s hot—super hot, but Mydei can’t find the words as he watches Phainon slurping, leaning in even closer, nearly attaching himself to Mydei’s swollen nipple and sucking it straight out of the source.
More importantly it feels heavenly to have the tension relieved. He feels better with each drop that spills out from his chest, and watching Phainon drinking it so eagerly makes him hopelessly aroused.
“Just like that…” Mydei drones, voice as thick and sweet as honey, “Can you… This one, too…”
Phainon moves away, licking his right hand before he pushes his hair off of his face and moves into the other with a little hum. Thankfully Phainon understands his babbling, because he can’t muster the strength to speak with how the aching tension in his chest loosens up at the milk finally pouring out. He leans in, closer than he had on the other, massaging his right tit to repeat the same.
Mydei watches, eyebrows slightly raised, eyes lidded and dark, and Phainon slowly glances up at him through his eyelashes while he lowers further and closes down around Mydei’s nipple. Then he drinks. Phainon sucks gently—oh, so gently that Mydei moans weakly at the sensation. It’s so much, yet so soft, that it feels like everything and nothing all at the same time. His skin starts to get warmer while he watches Phainon’s pupils enlarge and his cheeks hollow, to which a wave of relief crashes over Mydei—the gentle lapping and encircling his nipple worked fine, but Phainon’s hungry suckling works so much better. It’s terrible just how good it feels when Phainon starts sucking harder, left hand massaging and easing more milk into his willing mouth as Mydei can do nothing more but stare and watch his husband drink his milk as if it’s all for him.
He moves his lips away, glancing to Mydei’s chest with excess milk spilling down the sides of his mouth and a drunken look in his eyes before his lips return, right hand moving to massage the sides of Mydei’s tender breasts with easy circles. He greedily gathers milk in his right hand while he suckles on Mydei’s right tit, letting out a satisfied little noise when Mydei puts his head on the back of Phainon’s head to hold him close by, and he laughs. There’s a little pop when he pulls away this time, licking at the sides to prevent more spillage while Mydei lets out a frustrated grunt. He wants more. Phainon wants more too, clearly, given how prominently he can feel Phainon’s cock hardening in his sweatpants, proudly accompanied by a wet spot starting on his groin. Mydei exhales shakily and slides his hand to ease the pressure between his legs, and Phainon’s shoulders rise slightly as he holds his breath and creases his brows, shamelessly turned on by how hot the sucking has made Mydei.
“Does it make you feel good?” He asks quietly, jaw clenching as his pathetic gaze flicks up to meet Mydei’s lidded eyes.
“Keep sucking.”
“Mydei,” Phainon moans, lowering his head as if offended, “I have two hands, baby, let me use them…”
Mydei presses against himself a bit harder, “Phainon,” he grits out, “Keep sucking.”
Phainon licks his right palm where some milk has collected and goes so far to shove Mydei’s hand away from his crotch, yanks down his underwear and whips it to the floor so fast Mydei can barely react when Phainon forces his legs apart, eyes glittering. “Look at how wet you are,” he murmurs, voice thick with arousal. “And you didn’t even want me to help, oh, Mydei,” the spot on his pants gets bigger the longer he looks, “Let me help you, baby… Daddy’s gonna help you…”
He hastily pulls his pants down to his knees, repositioning them entirely so Mydei’s naked cunt rests onto his thigh, and Phainon grabs both of Mydei’s wrists to keep him from daring to touch himself before he closes around one of Mydei’s leaking nipples eagerly. Wrapping one hand around both of Mydei’s wrists, Phainon’s other hand taps Mydei’s hips, silently beckoning him to relieve himself against the muscle of his naked thigh, to use him as means of an orgasm. That’s how Phainon is; if Mydei needed a dildo, Phainon would be it, and never let another one in the house.
Mydei moans in ecstatic relief at the oppressing warmth of Phainon’s mouth sucking his breastmilk hungrily as his other hand works Mydei’s free tit, pinching a bit harder, taking his time with one as Mydei starts to grind his swollen cunt against Phainon’s thigh. He relishes in that warm, wet mouth switching between each tit as his leisure, moaning against Mydei’s hot flesh as his adam’s apple bobs with each heady gulp, creasing his brows as he closes his eyes and lets himself feel Mydei rubbing harder and growing increasingly desperate. What makes him painfully insatiable is being able to feel Phainon’s red-hot, hard cock pressing against him with each heavy roll of his hips forward that only makes Mydei want to give up and be fucked before this horrible aching can be fully addressed, but Phainon continues on.
He suckles, teeth accidentally scraping one of Mydei’s tender nipples in a manner that makes him lean forward into the sensation rather than away from it, letting out a low groan at how good Phainon is to him, unable to focus on getting off at all yet still approaching sweet relief the longer Phainon laps up his milk. In this light, Mydei can see droplets spilling down his strong chin and his other hand collecting from his opposite tit as if saving it for later, and he can’t hold himself back anymore.
“Oh,” he lets out a full-bodied sound, “Good boy… Such a—ah—good boy for mommy…”
Phainon groans out in delight as he switches nipples, looking at Mydei with a hazy look in his eyes, a milk-drunk look on his face that brings Mydei impossibly close to an orgasm as he licks his palm clean of milk and starts to suck. There’s an excess of good boys, harders, and ahs leading up to Mydei coming just from Phainon sucking his nipple. The loud swallowing that comes from the back of Phainon’s throat is what does Mydei in—taken by how fucking greedy Phainon is, Mydei cries out to attest to Phainon’s breastfeeding skills, a much needed orgasm racking through his body as his selfish husband continues to suck and feed.
Phainon pulls away with a strained noise in his throat that sounds like a growl, “See? You didn’t even need your hands,” he proclaims, pausing to swallow, “All you need is me, mommy, I can do everything for you…” Phainon’s voice gets soft and hazy, drunk on the sight of Mydei’s breasts still somehow leaking, “Fuuck,” is all he has to say about it.
“Fingers,” Mydei moans, slapping his hands to Phainon’s broad shoulders the second his hands are released, lifting his hips to show off the strand of arousal connecting Phainon’s thigh to his cunt. “Finger me…”
Phainon’s fingers skim down to stop right at the bush of strawberry blond pubic hair at Mydei’s swollen cunt, stout cock standing out proud as he nods. Yes, yes, yes. Mydei wants to say, Get inside me, fuck me, harder, fuck me so hard the bed breaks, put more babies inside of me, fuck me—
His free hand palms Mydei’s ass sturdily, holding him up as Mydei whines in response to Phainon’s fingers brushing against the needy, drooling slit a couple times over, sending shocks down his poor pregnant husband’s spine and toying with him unfairly. Phainon’s breathing gets heavier, jaw setting as he watches Mydei get fussy, thinking more, harder, use me, take me however you want, suck every last drop out—embarrassed at himself as he tries to press against Phainon’s fingers, desperate for the pressure to be relieved.
Phainon, perfectly attentive to his husband’s body language, parts his lips and whispers a wrecked little, “You’re soaking wet,” while pressing his fingers harder against Mydei’s hungry cunt to part his outer lips. He runs two fingertips along the length of the dripping wet slit, and Mydei bucks forward into it, wanting it, needing it, begging for it, starved for the feeling of Phainon stretching him out and bullying him open, moulding his hole to the shape of whatever it is Phainon will give him.
After this, Phainon does something more. His thumb touches the underside of Mydei’s short little cock, pushing it forward so it’s fully exposed between them, forcing Mydei to strain his neck and glance down over the swell of his belly to see his body in its depraved, filthy glory. It’s shameful, really, to see his swollen nipples standing proud, shining wetly from Phainon’s saliva and the milk that drips down freely. If he could see more, he would be able to see Phainon’s probing fingers pushing away the bush of blond hair and greedily spreading his pussy open.
Two thick fingers press inside and Phainon stills them right where they are, spreading them apart to shyly open Mydei up—watching, looking inside, curious if Mydei has changed in these couple weeks of celibacy.
Like a lion inspecting its prey, Phainon settles Mydei back onto the bed, licking and biting his lip as he spreads his fingers a bit wider, seeing how much Mydei will take.
“Stop being a pervert.” Mydei commands weakly.
“I’m admiring you. It’s the exact same as you making a beautiful cake and looking at your work well done.”
Phainon presses three fingers inside of Mydei, letting out a hoarse, under-his-breath groan at the entire lack of resistance. If words weren’t failing Mydei to this degree, he would’ve said something about how disgusting Phainon is, but his body is enjoying this filth all too much and Phainon knows it, knows that he has his pretty wife in the palm of his hand—quite literally—and he’s equal parts smug about it as he is horny. He swallows, throat bobbing as he slides his fingers deeper, as if afraid the baby inside of Mydei will grab onto his finger and keep him hostage—not that Phainon would ever mind being held captive in Mydei’s pussy, of course.
He slides his fingers in and out, slipping the third out to give Mydei some repose, prodding into his g-spot slowly with a little ‘come here’ motion that immediately earns him a fussy noise. “Start pumping and store your milk in bottles after tonight,” he demands, voice husky. Mydei gives him a confused look as he parts his lips, reaching to grab the back of Phainon’s head and letting out desperate pants with every heave of his chest once Phainon picks up the pace. “It’s a waste of good milk if you don’t, and I’ll drink it.”
Mydei moans softly once Phainon reattaches to one nipple, cock pressing against Mydei’s hip as he holds himself up on the headboard, other hand pumping in and out of his cunt so quickly Mydei wonders what Phainon could possibly be doing for his forearms to be in wonderful shape for this kind of activity. There’s lewd squelching and pumping as Phainon closes his eyes and drinks. Mydei’s other nipple stops leaking now that there’s no more help from Phainon easing it out, but the one he’s latched onto seems to spurt out twice as much milk now.
Desperate for another orgasm, Mydei tightens his grip on Phainon’s scalp, jaw going slack as his other hand grips desperately at Phainon’s shoulder beside him while Phainon’s fingers thrust in and out, allowing Mydei to feel how his thick muscles flex with each movement, starved of everything he’s missed, crooning to be filled up more. He gets a third finger shoved inside his cunt, the inner walls clenching over Phainon’s callused digits as he starts to suckle harder and tightens his grip onto the headboard, actively trying to get Mydei to be louder than this. He wishes he could see Phainon’s thick forearm flexing, the muscles shifting beneath tan skin and the veins bulging out while Mydei’s arousal gathers on his palm, and he throws his head back with a loud moan that pleases Phainon.
Phainon’s lips separate with a pop, “That’s it,” he praises with a rasp in his throat, “Louder, baby, I want to hear how good you feel.”
“I do, I do,” Mydei huffs, trying to wrangle Phainon back to his swollen nipple, “More, drink more of mommy’s milk…”
“Promise daddy you’ll keep your milk,” Phainon grunts, tone authoritative enough that Mydei whimpers and glances down to make eye contact with him.
“I will,” he whines, “I promise. Please, keep sucking… It hurts…”
Phainon pumps his three thick fingers in and out harder, harder, and Mydei can’t hold back the choked out moan that bubbles from the back of his throat, arching his hips upward to meet Phainon’s fingers as his stout dick rubs up against the man’s slickened palm with every weak jerk of Mydei’s lower body. He squeezes the headboard and lets Mydei shove his head back down onto his puffy red nipple, whimpering at the ferocity that Phainon sucks with, drool dripping from his mouth as he swallows drop after drop of milk. Mydei had no idea even someone like him could produce this much, but it must be slowing down the longer Phainon stays attached.
His fingers start to move at a brutal pace now, unafraid to fuck Mydei with all he has, teeth digging oh so gently into sensitive, tattooed flesh, and his dick twitches when Mydei grinds out a heady moan. The squelching noises only get louder as Phainon pounds into his g-spot with as much force as he could his dick, thrusting and shoving as if he could come from the tips of his fingers as Mydei digs his fingers into his scalp and the meat of his shoulder, trying to get a view of the way his bicep flexes the harder he shoves his fingers in and out, moaning again when he sees thick veins popping out of his skin. It starts to hurt the deeper he reaches, but Mydei can’t bring himself to be sane enough to tell Phainon to stop, practically sobbing from the pressure building in his lower stomach.
Phainon grinds his hand harder against Mydei’s swollen clit, grinning when a choked cry comes from Mydei and he starts to give himself up to Phainon—he goes limp and lets his legs spread as Phainon glances up at him. Two electric blue eyes look at him so intensely that Mydei gasps and twitches at the hunger in his handsomely drawn expression.
“Close,” Mydei grunts out barbarically, matching the pace Phainon’s fingers abuse his hole with, “I’m close, ah, keep drinking…” He feels like he’s about to explode, sweat dripping down his face as he cries out, wretched in the face of how Phainon drinks from his tit like it’s the last thing he’ll ever get to do, and Phainon continues to beckon his fingers at a pace so torturous that the filthy noises from his pussy are audible over Mydei’s crooning.
Phainon doesn’t stop sucking until Mydei releases, opening his mouth when creamy ejaculate squirts into his palm, and Mydei starts to grind desperately against his fingers.
“Messy, messy,” he teases between thirsty pants. “That’s good, baby, don’t be ashamed.”
Mydei creases his brows, shaking his head.
“Come on, I know this isn’t all of it…”
He whines, giving into Phainon’s demands as his eyebrows twitch and he grabs onto Phainon more desperately, seized by the harsh orgasm that hits him now. He squeezes his eyes shut as tightly as he can manage, cunt clenching twice as hard around Phainon’s evil fingers as he pushes them in and out at a uniform pace even though Mydei’s hole tightens and tries to suck him in. Mydei starts to cry, mouth hanging open, miserable sobs coming from his throat hoarsely as he squirts even more ejaculate into Phainon’s willing palm.
“Good job,” Phainon coos as if speaking to a cat, watching and feeling Mydei ride out the high of his orgasm, face contorted beautifully, “Just like this, keep going, you’re okay… I’ve got you, baby, you’re doing so well for me…”
Mydei goes completely limp once he’s finished riding out his orgasm as a few more splurts of arousal dribble into Phainon’s palm, and he drops both arms while shuddering as Phainon continues to languidly thrust to get every bit of residual feeling out and make sure Mydei’s completely and utterly satisfied. He watches as Phainon pulls himself up into a kneel, showing Mydei the mess in his hand with a pleased grin on his face.
“Stop it,” Mydei whines, “Stop being a pervert.”
Phainon chuckles softly, a hearty, melodic sound that rumbles in his chest, “You’re asking the impossible of me, Mydei,” he says hoarsely. Mydei watches as Phainon licks his palm clean of Mydei’s come, then promptly sucks on his three fingers until every last bit of his juice is gone from Phainon’s thick fingers. “Delicious.”
“You’re disgusting,” Mydei wails, agonized as Phainon grins wider.
“You’re not,” he whispers, “Let me get a better taste of you, then, shall I?”
Mydei watches as Phainon pulls his sweatpants up and drops off the bed onto his knees, and gently pulls Mydei by his thighs to lay with his legs splayed out, puffy, sopping wet pussy on full display for him, and he exhales watching Phainon lean in, nose pressing into Mydei’s bush as he takes a hearty smell, breathing in the musk of his arousal with a pleased noise. Phainon’s hands move up and down Mydei’s hips and his belly in slow, soothing motions despite how visibly eager Phainon is the more he smells Mydei, pulling his legs further apart as he takes in a full-bodied inhale, exhaling so his breath tickles Mydei’s cunt when he opens his mouth. He groans as he smells again, savouring the scent, relishing in it, and then he opens his mouth again, planting a wet kiss on one tattoo that points right to Mydei’s angry clit in a cruel, teasing manner.
“Don’t take your time with me, Phainon,” he demands to a man completely ignoring him.
Phainon nips, grunting as he sucks a bruise into Mydei’s sensitive flesh, holding the skin between his teeth as he pulls away lazily, “I will, and you’ll like it.”
He gasps softly, tilting his head to try and get a view of the way Phainon licks and sucks another mark onto his inner thigh, lapping away at the residual arousal that drips from Mydei’s cunt and mats his pubic hair with a glaze over his eyes as one hand slides down, clearly to grope at his own erection as he smells Mydei’s musky arousal and even some of the lotion he used after his shower earlier, shoving his hand down his sweatpants now. Phainon repeats on the other side, leaving more marks than he had on the first, and then uses his free hand to spread the hair and outer lips of Mydei’s pussy before he licks one long, slow line up, flicking the tip of his tongue along his swollen dick.
He leans in, hand slipping out from his pants as he flattens his tongue and repeats the motion rougher, groaning at the taste of Mydei’s juices as he moves in closer, closer, closer until Mydei grunts softly at the itching between his legs where Phainon’s face rests because he’s lost the time to shave in between everything going on these days. Mydei can’t find it in himself to complain or argue, a weak noise escaping his lips as Phainon’s tongue presses to Mydei’s inner lip as he unhinges his jaw with a tired exhale, leaning in as he sucks on the sensitive skin for his own pleasure. Phainon always does this for his own pleasure, Mydei finds. His blue blue eyes close as he wraps his arms around Mydei’s legs and laps at that residual arousal to savour the taste and slide his tongue inside to get a better taste.
It’s obscene the way Phainon eats him out. He starts like this, then—
“S’good…” He groans. Mydei squirms at the feeling of his tongue twisting, moving, inside of him, as the very tip prods as far as it’ll go, not quite reaching Mydei’s g-spot, but reaching deep enough that when he curls it upward and reels it back, Mydei makes a weak moaning sound and reaches to grasp for Phainon’s hair. It’s like he’s making out with Mydei’s cunt, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue inside again, kissing. His biceps flex a bit harder around Mydei’s big thighs, shifting to make out with the other inner labia, bucking slightly forward with a sexy whine that makes Mydei croon in response, and Phainon moves away only for a second to press a hot kiss and lick Mydei’s perineum, only to slide up and return.
Phainon loses himself quickly. He delights in Mydei gripping his hair with one hand, carding through his bright hair as he spreads his mouth open and shamelessly starts tonguing Mydei’s cunt hard enough that there’s wet, sloppy sounds filling the silence between weak noises from either man. Phainon grunts hard, shifting and sliding Mydei around before he delicately lifts his hips with control only his muscular arms could have, giving himself a better angle as he flattens his tongue to lick up Mydei’s puffy slit and neglecting his fully erect clit. He grunts again, louder, unhinging his jaw and pressing his tongue in the same as before, arms flexing harder once Mydei starts to thrust and buck his hips against Phainon’s face, trying to get a rougher sensation out of him beyond that of his scratchy stubble and his bulging biceps flexing and shifting beneath Mydei. Phainon takes in a breath and starts to lick bottom to top, shoving his tongue in between chubby folds with a noise that suggests he is about to come just from doing this.
Fucking pervert. It’s so pathetic that it’s hot.
Clenching down slightly, Mydei muses weakly, “More,” while his mouth hangs open, his brows furrow, and he grips his husband’s hair tighter, taken by how Phainon begins to eat him out like a man possessed—his lips smack louder as he goes forth with treating this like a makeout session. “Please, Phainon, it feels so good…” Mydei moans while his breath picks up and the creases in his face become more severe. Gripping harder onto Phainon’s hair only makes him wrap those arms tighter around Mydei as he lets out a wanton groan that sends shocks up Mydei’s poor spine, desperately unhinging his jaw now.
He indulges, greedily, teasing Mydei’s neglected, useless little dick with the bridge of his handsomely large nose as he awaits a command. Torturing his poor, pregnant Mydei by forcing him to make Phainon give him what he wants, Phainon continues to selfishly make out with Mydei’s dripping wet cunt as his nose sometimes gives enough pressure. Eventually, Mydei gives in and pulls Phainon’s head toward his clit, letting out a noise as Phainon lets the pull take him, muscles shifting deliciously beneath plump, tattooed thighs as he finally, finally wraps his warm lips around Mydei’s swollen clit and lets out an offensively loud groan at the way those nails dig into his scalp. More, is what Mydei crudely wants, more, more, more, more, so he tugs on that white hair harder and harder until the tip of Phainon’s aquiline nose presses down on Mydei’s clitoral shaft while he sucks on the clit freely, tongue sometimes joining in for the mix of sensations pushing Mydei within an inch of his life.
“I know you’re gonna come,” Mydei grits out, breathless and taken, “fuck, you’re such a disgusting pervert…”
He forces Mydei’s legs onto his broad shoulders, letting out an utterly too pleased groan at Mydei’s degradation, breath coming heavier as his tongue flicks that eager clit and whines while going at it. Mydei squirms and arches to rub whatever of his cunt presses against the strong bridge of that big nose, letting out a high-pitched moan while he digs his fingers into Phainon’s scalp to rub harder, panting and whimpering in tandem with Phainon’s insatiable moaning as he sucks and flicks and suctions and licks and keeps working Mydei’s clit. He doesn’t pull away even when Mydei ignores the burning between his legs from Phainon’s irritating stubble, nor does he pull away when he clenches his arms around Mydei so tight and comes.
Fussy grunts and whines help Phainon ride out his own orgasm, encouraging him to keep going as he moves mechanically, repeating the same motions at the exact same pace so Mydei can grind as desperately as he pleases and allow the knot building in his stomach to continue growing the harder he rubs himself against Phainon’s sculpted face. Mydei lets out meek noises and throws his head back to let Phainon lift his hips further, worshipping Mydei’s clit with just his lips and his tongue as Mydei tightens his legs and presses each thigh hard against Phainon’s ears.
Both begin to moan louder—it’s an insatiable encore of two men who physically cannot get enough of each other, and neither cares to quiet down.
Phainon’s arms keep Mydei snugly in place as he moves with Mydei’s depraved hip movements, letting his own drool and Mydei’s creamy slick drip down from his puffy hole to stain the sheets beneath them as Phainon takes and takes whatever juices he can get into his mouth with a soft slurping noise that only turns Mydei on more. His movements get snappier against Phainon’s face, rubbing back and forth as he grips and pleads—close, close, gonna come, keep it like that, just like that, you’re so good, so perfect, yes, yes, yes—with Phainon before he throats his hips forward into the man’s face one final time, throwing his head back with one relieved wail. Already sloppy movements become worse as slick gushes out all over Phainon’s face as he lets out a guttural groan to encourage more. Mydei is sent reeling right before the peak of his orgasm, crying out louder as Phainon keeps at it, not changing a singular movement to make Mydei’s orgasm as strong as he can, not moving until Mydei is totally spent once more.
He pulls away, easily resisting Mydei’s strength as he exhales wistfully, licking as much as he can off his shining lips. “Do you feel good, Mydei? Is it still hurting?”
Mydei stares up at the ceiling with one resounding exhale, “Yes,” he breathes, then, “I want more.”
“You want my dick?”
“Yes.”
Phainon separates fully at his own discretion, panting as he sets Mydei’s hips down gingerly and stands up, staring down at him silently for a moment. Mydei blinks back the tears that had pricked the corners of his eyes as he looks up at Phainon, watching his chest rise and fall in broad strokes with how hard he’s panting, pupils still blown, stubbled chin slick with Mydei’s ejaculate, and he looks so taken by the way his pretty wife is spread out and ready for him that it makes Mydei’s body burn with desire in response. He glances downward to the large spot on Phainon’s sweatpants, shuddering as the man shucks them down to the floor and allows Mydei to see that his cock is still painfully erect, a large amount of precum gathering at the flushed tip.
He fists his own cock with a soft moan, stroking up and down to relieve some of the tension in his shoulders while Mydei lays, wide open and willing, watching Phainon do so. Phainon lets out a handsome groan, clenching his jaw as he continues to stare Mydei right in the eye, “Tell me what you want me to do,” his voice is pleasant and husky and deeper than normal as his fist moves up and down the length of his cock lazily. His foreskin drags with each motion, and Mydei bites down on his lip and glances down to watch Phainon rub himself off so freely.
Mydei moans softly at the sight of Phainon stroking himself with his rough hand, watching the way some of his come from moments ago gathers on his hand, and shifts.
“Open me up a little more…”
Phainon keeps rubbing himself off, panting weakly, “And your tits?” He asks, breath hitching, “Do you need me to help with them again?”
Mydei shakes his head. “Put your tip in, I’ve had enough of your fingers.”
His hand moves away from his cock with a sigh, lifting Mydei’s legs to wrap around his narrow waist as he reaches around again to spread Mydei’s puffy outer lips and lead the drooling tip of his cock to position it comfortably inside.
“Bossy,” Phainon says, sliding his callused hands up and down Mydei’s thighs as he grins softly, glancing down to see where they’re now connected. “You’re so much bossier now that you’re pregnant. I’m starting to think you only wanted this so you’d have an excuse to order me around all the time, because you know I won’t fight back.”
Mydei tries to follow his eyes, then returns to looking at Phainon’s torso—not that he’s envious that Phainon gets to keep in shape while Mydei’s pregnant, because of course Mydei still exercises, he’s more interested in fattening him up. He thinks about it a lot; Phainon with a bit of a belly, softer, and it makes him hot the longer he lets the image sit in his mind. Phainon isn’t skinny by any means at all—in fact, he’s very bulky, it’s just that Mydei finds he’s almost too shredded to the point he wants to make Phainon fat and force him to loosen up a little when it comes to his body image. Maybe it’s the hormones. He grunts softly, creasing his brows at the way those biceps flex, and changes his mind for at least the next hour.
Phainon rocks his hips slowly, careful to limit himself to just sticking the tip inside as he continues to watch the way his cock pushes in and out of Mydei’s hole with a slack jaw and heavy breathing. He whines at the sight, starting to move his pelvis a tiny bit faster as he stares down at their union as if it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, and it makes Mydei’s skin burn with arousal watching it.
“Tell me, Mydei,” he grunts, “Do you get off bossing me around?”
Mydei moans as his tip prods a bit further, thrusting into his g-spot enough that his already mushy brain hazes further, “Mhm…”
“Yeah?” He whimpers, creasing his brows as he looks up to Mydei.
He nods as Phainon keeps moving in aimless, languid thrusts, unable to mutter out his response as Phainon lets out a soft moan at the eager agreement Mydei responds with. Phainon leans forward slightly, hands moving to grip on Mydei’s thighs as he watches more tears slide down those pretty, freckled cheeks. His eyebrows raise slightly in response, a little strangled noise coming from his throat as he watches Mydei cry more freely, taken by the sight.
Phainon’s gaze goes right back down to watch the way Mydei stretches over him to accommodate for such a small portion of his length, amazed by it, making breathy grunting and whining noises about how much he likes it like a dog, and he runs one coarse hand all the way from Mydei’s thigh before he pushes back gently on the hairy mons pubis to let Mydei’s flushed dick to stand prouder, chest puffing up as he holds his breath and rubbing soothing circles along the short length of it. Mydei reaches to cover his face, draping one stocky arm over his face as he shakes his head and starts to sob louder, shame and primal desire burning his skin all at once as Phainon continues to admire Mydei’s genitals as if he’s never seen something more beautiful in his entire life, embarrassing Mydei even more.
Phainon makes a noise, “Don’t cover your face.”
“But—“
“I want to see your pretty face, Mydei. Look at me.”
Mydei whimpers, shaking his head as Phainon lets out a frustrated grunt.
He rubs his thumb pad against Mydei’s clit with a soft, pleading, “Mydei,” he whispers, “Mydei, please look at me. Show me your face. You look very beautiful and I want to see you.” His voice is tired and nasal, face covered in Mydei’s cum, and he somehow manages not to look haggard from sleep deprivation.
Mydei chokes out a sob, unable to tell if he’s more turned on or completely humiliated by Phainon wanting to see him when he’s never felt this ashamed during sex. “I can’t…” He whimpers, trying to cover himself even more with his other arm as Phainon’s tip continues to thrust into his g-spot. The squelching noises that come from it make Mydei shake his head again, starting to cry harder, not daring to pull away and look up.
“Yes you can,” Phainon whines, moving his hips faster, “Yes you can, baby. Look at me, I want to see you.”
He shudders out another sob, overwhelmed by the heat of where their bodies join, the easy thrust of Phainon’s hot tip rubbing into his g-spot, and the texture of his hands against such sensitive skin, and he can’t do anymore than moan.
Phainon actually groans, dick twitching inside of Mydei as his breath stutters and his grunting gets lower and headier, pumping his tip in and out faster, “Please,” he chokes out, desperate, starved. “Please, Mydei, please don’t do this to me. Look at me, please, Mydei, I’m begging you, I want to see your face—ah—you don’t need to be shy with me. I’m good—I’ve been good, baby, please don’t hide from me.”
He whines, throwing his arms to the bed and letting out a frustrated noise, “Awful,” he groans out, “You’re awful.”
“Yes, I am,” he moans, cock twitching again.
“Disgusting, perverted,” Mydei gasps, balling his fists to clutch the blankets beneath him, “dog.”
Phainon starts to breathe hoarsely, pulling Mydei closer as he starts to rub the man’s erect clit eagerly between two hardened fingertips, “Mhm…” He whines in agreement, chest heaving from how hard he’s breathing now, “Oh, fuck, m’gonna come…”
“Of—course you are…”
Phainon whimpers, looking at Mydei’s drawn expression—he can’t even bring himself to scowl with how overwhelming the pleasure is, grunting and moaning easier than he can speak words, coughing out sobs as he keeps crying while he stares up at Phainon’s severe expression, admiring the way his adam’s apple bobs and the little veins in his neck from the effort throb slightly as he continues to let his mouth hang open.
“Can I?” He asks in a strained whisper, starting to dig his fingertips into Mydei’s flesh hard.
He thrusts his hips forward to ease Phainon’s cock a bit further inside, throwing his head back with a moan as if the sperm will take, wishing it would take again and again, “Yes,” he declares breathlessly, “You can.”
His tip keeps pumping in and out, and Phainon speeds up the pace as Mydei gasps harshly, throwing his head all the way back and trying to grab at any part of Phainon he could reach as the man shudders out a groan. Thrusting himself hard and fast enough a louder squelching noise joins in with their heavy breathing and wistful words of praise, and Phainon comes, brows drawn and mouth hanging open dumbly, it’s clear has no idea what to do with himself as he stands over Mydei like this. He slips his hand from Mydei’s thigh to slap it hard over his mouth, staring down at where his cock enters and exists again, obsessed with the view, silencing himself as much as he can while Mydei lets out low whimpers and fussy noises as he orgasms. This time it’s dry, but he picks up with desperate jerks of his hips, trying to get Phainon deeper inside of him, but the man manages to resist, firm on his instructions to only stretch Mydei and not fuck him fully just yet, and Mydei throws his head to one side, closing his eyes and huffing while Phainon’s cum starts to spill out of his pussy the more than man thrusts back and forth. He lets out a heavy sigh as he reaches to grab Mydei’s thigh and hold him in place while they both listen to each other’s breathing in silence for a moment.
Phainon moves his hand from Mydei’s clit, swiping some of his own cum onto his fingers as he looks at Mydei, who wordlessly and obediently opens his mouth to take two of Phainon’s fingers and suck them. Phainon watches him do it, sweating and staring down at him with an indescribable starvation in his expression as Mydei licks them clean. He slides his tongue between them, taking them deeper into his mouth, grabbing Phainon’s wrist to swallow up whatever of his salty arousal still remains with a heady grunt as he pulls away with a soft pop and lowers himself back onto the bed.
Before Mydei can command Phainon to start fucking him properly, Phainon lowers onto his knees again wirh an enchanted expression on his face, bewitched by Mydei and Phainon’s cum mingling and dripping into their blankets. “Let me clean you up,” he whispers, barely audible. He then sucks his teeth, “Messy, aren’t you?”
Mydei exhales loudly as Phainon opens his mouth and chuckles with one long lick up his slit. He gently beckons Mydei’s legs apart as he lifts his hips again, starting with the ejaculate dripping out of Mydei’s hole, licking it, eating it to clean him off, moving in closer as he continues to slurp up whatever continues to dribble out freely, even going to far as to lick where it gathers on his pubic hair. Phainon scoops it out while Mydei stares up at the ceiling, twitching in the man’s hands as he does it in broad, slow strokes that drive Mydei crazy. He can feel that tongue squirming around inside of him to try and get a glob of his own cum, swallowing it down without any visceral reaction to tasting himself and with no complaints of doing any of this.
Phainon moves on to the sides, slobbering all over Mydei’s pubic area while he cleans every last bit of ejaculate off of his skin, planting one wet kiss on Mydei’s pussy before he finally lifts his head and stands up, leaning over to reposition Mydei to lay down across the bed.
His hands start at Mydei’s face to clumsily wipe away the tears with his thumbs, “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles, planting one soft kiss on the tip of his nose, “I love you.”
He repeats a series of I love yous while leaving feather-light kisses all over Mydei’s face, down his neck, and along his shoulders and collarbone as he gently swipes his hand around Mydei’s belly in circles. When their lips press together, Mydei catches him, holding the back of his head and deepening the kiss, moaning softly as he runs his fingers through Phainon’s hair, rubbing his stubbly cheek with his other hand and laughing softly into the kiss at how itchy it is.
Phainon’s hand moves to push Mydei’s hair from his face while they kiss, and Mydei moves away for a short moment to whisper, “Come on and put the whole thing in, big guy.” And he pecks Phainon’s lips with a quaint grin on his face, “I think we’ve had enough preparations.”
Phainon shifts around, moving to sit beside Mydei as he pulls and lifts the man to plant him in his lap. His cock presses hotly against the swollen lips of Mydei’s cunt, and Phainon reaches downward to push the strawberry blond bush out of the way again to give him entrance. Both of them gasp as Phainon leads his cock in further than just the tip, Mydei lowering on Phainon’s accord as he reaches to grip onto the man’s broad shoulders. At this point, they’re too tired and desperate to do anything more but hover their open mouths together and breathe each other's air. The heat has grown insufferable between them now, Mydei’s suffocated by the smell of sex and something distinctly Phainon, and he’s enjoying it to a painful degree.
Phainon sinks Mydei the whole way down onto his cock, helping him rock his hips. It’s slow, at first, easing Mydei into doing it on his own again, and Mydei glances down at his swollen belly between them with a soft huff as Phainon leans in to take his lips again. He rocks Mydei’s hips for him, leaning forward so their lips press together, mouths still open, and Mydei starts to move in tune with Phainon and begins bucking his hips on Phainon’s cock.
Warm hands slide around his hips to hook and support his ass as Mydei gives Phainon full control to move him as he sees fit, grunting softly as he moves in to kiss him properly. Their tongues press against each other, teeth clack, and Mydei reels at the taste of everything that’s slicked Phainon’s lips—salty, tangy, and even a little sweet—as he plants his hands on Phainon’s chest to feel the thick muscles shifting with every minute movement of his shoulders and arms to sway him forward. He moans into Phainon’s mouth as his cock prods further and deeper inside of him than Mydei remembers it typically had, clenching around the hot length so Phainon’s chest rumbles with a barely audible noise that Mydei swallows right up.
The kiss deepens. Neither know nor care who leads it, but Mydei presses his fingertips into taut flesh and takes Phainon’s tongue in his mouth, grasping at his skin harder when he starts to bounce Mydei up and down quicker. Months ago, Phainon might have started him at a faster pace, but he seems to become more careful every time they fuck now, which only frustrates Mydei as much as he feels is fair. He groans when Phainon keeps his medium pace consistent and pulls away from Mydei’s lips with one long string of saliva that falls between them as he grips at Mydei’s ass harder.
“I’d do this to you all day if I could,” Phainon whispers, voice rumbling low from the bottom of his chest and through Mydei’s hands, making him sigh.
Mydei lets out one shaky exhale, “That’s how we ended up here.”
A breathy laugh, “I mean that I like making you feel good.” He shifts while their lips gently graze each other, “I like taking care of you.”
It’s certainly not dirty talk anymore, but it somehow makes Mydei just as horny, and he squirms in Phainon’s clutches enough that he feels Phainon grin against his lips.
Before he can say anything more, Mydei presses their lips together with a weak murmur of I love you that he knows Phainon doesn’t hear, moaning into his mouth as he starts to pick up the pace just enough that Mydei’s body hitches from the shock of pleasure spreading in his veins and itching his skin. He kisses Phainon like he wants to chew those lips straight off his face—it’s not like Phainon is any better, what with the snarling and growling sounds he makes as he opens his mouth and closes in on the kiss again. Mydei doubles over when Phainom lowers him further down on the length of his cock while tonguing his mouth, running his tongue along Mydei’s teeth as he visibly struggles to avoid bouncing Mydei as hard as he used to, and it’s kind of hot to feel it.
Phainon huffs, swallowing audibly as he tilts his head and mumbles, “You look hot like this,” between lazy kisses.
“Like what?” Mydei breathes, one hand grabbing Phainon’s hair again as the other digs into the space between his neck and his shoulder as their noses bump into each other.
Phainon groans softly in Mydei’s mouth, already overwhelmed by only half his cock inside of Mydei, “Pregnant,” he whispers back, pulling on Mydei’s bottom lip with his teeth before kissing him again, “It turns me on.” He starts to rock Mydei at a more comfortable, faster pace, letting out a broken exhale at Mydei’s weak little moan.
“Oh, wow,” Mydei gasps, hand reaching from the crook in his neck down to his bicep, “Yeah?” He asks in a whine, creasing his brows with a shudder as he lets his mouth hang open for Phainon’s free use, moaning at the idea of Phainon getting off at the sight of him. It makes sense, since all Phainon used to do when they got engaged was beg to fuck Mydei until he got pregnant, but Mydei still gets hot at it.
Phainon takes the question as encouragement to keep talking, and whines out, “Yeah.” While he accidentally bucks Mydei a bit harder at his own excitement, groaning out a soft, “M’sorry,” gasping and then continuing, “Yeah… I like the bump. I like that people—ah—know you’re mine, and they know how much I love you because you’re carrying our—my child. I like that you let me take care of you—ngh—even though you’re more than capable,” he pushes Mydei further down, brows creasing harder as his lips also stay parted in the brief silence so he can catch his breath, “Providing for you turns me on, Mydei…” He admits in a moan, chasing after Mydei’s face as he tries to tilt away from Phainon out of embarrassment at how much that spiel aroused him, their chests pressing together with how hard Phainon’s breathing now.
His broad upper body heaves with each one, and there’s even a vein staring in his forehead as he gives Mydei the most pathetic, sopping-wet-dog expression he possibly can, eyes lidded and completely lost in the feeling as he pants loudly. Seeing him so visibly affected by Mydei’s body like this, exactly as much as he had been before Mydei got pregnant, makes him so dizzy with power. Phainon’s mouth hangs open wider as their lips press and graze, and as their teeth slightly scrape against each other, neither of them can pull away no matter how uncomfortable the sensation.
“You’re mine,” he groans out, lowering Mydei further down on his cock selfishly, “And I’m yours—fuck, you’re so hot.”
Mydei nods eagerly, unable to utter anything coherent enough in response as Phainon plunges him all the way down onto his cock so hard that he moans twice as loud in response. He huffs, taking in a heavy inhale as he pushes out the air from his lungs and breathes so hard in Phainon’s face that some of his hair flutters at it, and he’s completely unable to repress how horny feeling Phainon’s bicep flex laboriously to bounce him up and down makes him.
Phainon glances down at Mydei’s belly while he lifts him and wrangles him around on his cock with ease, moaning at the wet, pliant muscles of Mydei’s pussy and how easily he takes Phainon’s cock like he was made to do it, head buzzing with every clench and flutter of those muscles over his cock. Greedily, he pulls Mydei all the way down and stops moving him for a moment, groaning—growling at how good and warm it feels to be so deep inside of him, reclaiming what’s already his to keep. Mydei moves slightly backward to see Phainon’s expression as he gapes hungrily at Mydei’s belly pressing up against him, sweat dripping down his neck as veins still stick out from the effort he’s putting in, and he lodges himself just a tiny bit deeper, deep enough that Mydei is completely flush against his pelvis.
Mydei audibly struggles with the length, just as he always had, whining at Phainon’s facial expression before he whispers, “Who’s a good boy?” in a cooing, gentle tone that anyone would use with a dog as Phainon bucks his hips upward slightly with a weak groan, leaning his head back far enough it hits the headboard behind him.
“I am, fuck, I’m a good boy,” Phainon whines breathlessly, gasping when Mydei starts to jerk his hips and squeeze his thighs slightly to hold himself up and keep Phainon’s cock buried inside. He digs his fingers deeper into Mydei’s skin as he shudders at the feeling of stretching Mydei open like this, the head of his cock prodding into Mydei’s cervix before he quickly pulls the man upward in an attempt to stop pressing up against it, as much as he’d like to fill every last bit of Mydei up. “Ga—fuck, sorry, sorry, I can’t—I shouldn’t go that deep…” Phainon starts to grind Mydei on his cock at that comfortable pace from the very beginning, careful to account for the baby, and he groans when Mydei drags his head forward so their lips are hovering over each other again.
His cock rubs slowly inside of Mydei, savouring every clench and twitch of his muscles as his belly presses up against Phainon’s hard abdomen with every minute thrust upward, and he kisses Mydei again. He eases Mydei up and down, swallowing the weak noises that he lets out as Phainon licks further down into Mydei’s mouth, tilting his head to lead the kiss as he continues with his experimentally slow pace, as if delaying both of them on purpose. Either that, or he wants Mydei to beg for it. Phainon grunts, letting out a pleased little hum when Mydei chokes and tries to buck his hips faster, only to be shut down by Phainon’s hard grip on his butt.
Mydei claws at Phainon now, whining in frustration as he tries to buck again, trying to show Phainon that he’s already opened up so easily, but Phainon just croons a soft, “I know you want more. I see how well you take me, I just want to savour you…” that makes Mydei’s head spin.
He quickly starts to whimper about wanting more of Phainon—how it’s not fair that he went so deep just to stop so quickly, and how he wants it all the way. Hearing Phainon’s desperate little noises—knowing that he wants more, too—is absolute torture, but every time Phainon whispers something about patience, Mydei quickly starts choking down his protests, and breathes heavily as he watches sweat start to gather on Phainon’s neck as they stay at this gentle, calming up and down movement that brings Mydei oh so close, yet fails to bring him close enough.
He wonders, briefly, what exactly Phainon finds hot about torturing his poor, pregnant husband like this while he watches a droplet of sweat go from the corner of his sharp jaw along a vein jutting out the side of his neck.
“Mydei…” Phainon grits out, voice strangled from how tightly Mydei is clenching down on him, “Tell me what you want.” He manages, and Mydei whines, agonized by being forced to speak in such a state. He manages a nod, whimpering, fully delirious, chasing nothing more than the high of an orgasm.
“More,” Mydei pleads weakly with palpable frustration in his voice.
“More what?” Phainon whispers. Now he’s barking orders.
When Mydei tries to plunge himself further down onto Phainon’s cock and keep himself there, the man only yanks him up higher and holds him there, and despite how roughly he’s treating Mydei right now, his expression is still tastefully desperate. Mydei can’t take him seriously when he looks two strokes away from filling Mydei up all the way, but with how hard Phainon is holding onto him, managing to keep him completely still now, he has to take the man seriously.
“No, Mydei,” Phainon’s voice is dangerously low, dripping with amusement so much that Mydei can taste the sourness on his tongue. “I want to hear you say it again. Tell me how you want me, just like you did before. Mydei?”
Mydei shakes his head out of pure despair. He’s so full, so tired, and so spent that all his brain wants is to shut up and let Phainon bounce him around until he comes so he can have a good night of sleep, but Phainon is being like this now. His bones ache, and he’s slightly irritated.
“Hurry up,” he hisses in response, “Hurry up and fuck me, I—ngh—don’t want you to savour me, I want you to fuck me, Phainon.” It takes the last remaining bit of effort he has to say the entire thing, chest aching from residual soreness, cunt starting to get sore from how Phainon’s fat cock has been bullying him open, pressing on every sensitive part inside of him to the point Mydei can’t breathe and his ears start to ring. His body burns and itches with want to be fucked—like really fucked—and cheeks start to get hot while he cries softly at how much it all hurts now and how badly he needs Phainon.
His head hurts too much to figure out if Phainon is murmuring soft praises to him, calling him flowery nicknames and kissing the tears falling down his cheeks while he cries with the naked desire to be fucked like an animal. Pitched, uninhibited noises bubble up from his throat, sounding more like senseless babbling through the ring in his ears and join in on Phainon’s gentle hushing and useless comfort before he fucks him. Really fucks him.
Phainon doesn’t loosen his grip on Mydei to keep him stable, bouncing him up and down on an entire portion of his cock—tip to halfway down, careful not to press too much of himself inside so he doesn’t hurt Mydei, but also trying his best to give Mydei exactly what he wants. With every jerk upward, Mydei groans and runs both of his hands to grip onto Phainon’s hair, realizing just how big even half of his cock is while he bounces on it, and at the same time, Phainon lets out a strangled noise when he realizes how tight Mydei’s been clenching down on his cock. There’s no bullying left to do to ease Mydei open, so the thrusts become harder, faster, more desperate thrusts that make the bed base clunk under their combined weight and the headboard make a similar noise when Phainon lets his head fall back onto it again. Fortunately for him, Mydei reacts to the frantic pace by sobbing twice as loud, unable to open his eyes despite the blissed-out expression on his beautiful face as fat tears fall down his cheeks and the sound of his crying is accompanied by the wet slapping of skin against skin, wet because Phainon is fucking whatever was left behind from earlier and Mydei’s creamy arousal back inside of him.
Although his thrusting his uniform, Phainon can’t keep himself from bucking his hips upward from time to time, surprising Mydei with more of his length that he’s decided is off-limits tonight—and the noises set him off. Every wanton moan and cry makes Phainon groan in response, followed by guttural grunts when Mydei clenches harder on accident. Him being obscenely loud is nothing new—if anything, every time they’ve ever fucked, Phainon has to have a pillow shoved in his face because of how loud he gets despite the fact that it’s Mydei who’s taking his offensively large cock in its full glory, and Mydei can’t even bring himself to worry about the neighbors, because he is also practically screaming in Phainon’s face. Every time Phainon brings him down, Mydei can feel the gentle prod of those sharp pubic bones that jut out right above his v-line, and the rough bouncing up and down only emphasizes it. In combination with the delicious feeling of Phainon’s cock pumping in and out of him, the squelch and other lewd sounds that come from it, Mydei can’t help but sob a little harder at the warmth starting to knot in his core and the slightly uncomfortable, arousing feeling of Phainon’s cock filling him up so much. His toes start to curl and his hips twitch, speechless as Phainon somehow picks up the pace.
More veins start to jut out from his neck, trailing down to his shoulders, where there are also thick veins sticking out from his skin, and although Mydei can barely keep his eyes open every time he tries, he manages to catch a glimpse of it and wonders just how long Phainon’s been edging himself for. It’s hot watching him struggle like this, so Mydei doesn’t dare say or do anything that might encourage Phainon to let go and allow himself to cum. Phainon’s heady noises start to degrade into sounds bordering on animalistic, face contorting in a palpable combination of pain and pleasure as he actually starts to drool from the corner of his mouth.
Even the smell of the room has become quite lewd—the scent of sex hangs heavy in the room, but Mydei focuses on how Phainon smells. He smells like sweat and that cologne he always wears, some of the deodorant he uses, and Mydei lets his hands wander to claw at Phainon’s neck and shoulders, thumbing the veins sticking out as the man beneath him lets out a guttural noise that makes it sound like he’s actually being choked. Mydei feels like he’s going to come just smelling the air between them; he’s lightheaded, dizzy, clutching at Phainon like he’s about to die as his nails dig into the man’s shoulders and his sobbing reduces to mere sniveling and mewling.
Mydei drools out praises barely audible to himself about how good Phainon is, how strong Phainon is, how much he loves Phainon, and hears the man’s loud noises reduce to lower, more guttural and grunt-like sounds that come out completely hoarse. Phainon’s head hits the headboard again as he chokes on his own spit and gives in, giving Mydei a little more than half of his cock as he bounces him harder and rougher, groaning out at the delicious drag of his cock between Mydei’s fluttering inner muscles, drunk on the feeling. He bucks his hips up again, gives up holding back, and starts to bounce Mydei while he fucks him like that, somehow making his cock feel big enough that it feels as though his entire length is prodding Mydei’s throat and making him completely breathless. He practically starts pounding into Mydei, opening his eyes just enough to see Mydei leaning as far forward as his swollen belly will now allow, and starts groaning about how Mydei will take and take everything Phainon gives him, praising how willingly Mydei does it in breathless whispers. Phainon’s hips stutter for just a second as Mydei’s cunt squeezes him wonderfully, fluttering and tightening around his cock as he squirms atop Phainon ever so slightly.
Despite how hard Mydei’s been crying for this and how much his body screams for release, Phainon sobs out a broken, “Sor—Sorry,” voice hoarse and wrecked by his own doing, “M’gonna—come…”
“Come, then,” Mydei manages in a clear tone, “Come for me… Be a good dog and come,” he encourages Phainon, praising him like he’s truly nothing more than a dog.
Phainon’s breathing grows ragged and strained, pace stuttering as he throbs inside of Mydei, grip not faltering for even one second as he chokes a groan down. Mydei knows how much he affects Phainon, and he’s utterly pleased that Phainon is usually more affected than he pretends to be in the beginning—he’s more pleased that there’s no possible way for Phainon to pretend after long enough with Mydei tightening around his cock, warm and pliant, made to force orgasms out of him even when his cock isn’t buried inside.
“Where… Where do you want me to cum?” Phainon forces out in a desperate grunt, and Mydei can’t bite back a dazed grin on his face at his tone.
“Inside,” Mydei immediately orders, more desperate than Phainon is for it. “Come inside of me.” Although it’s an order, Phainon can’t take it as anything more than impatient pleading. This is how Mydei is; he’ll never admit it with anything but his body, but he’s silently begging for Phainon to fill him and stuff him full of it until it drips out, all so he can feel Phainon then clean him out.
And Phainon wants that. He wants that so bad. Hearing Mydei beg in that velvety voice about how badly he wants Phainon to stuff him full of cum until it takes is enough to make Phainon come, but he can’t form the words to force Mydei to beg. He lets out a soft whimper as his balls squeeze before that eventually degrades into a senseless growl as he throbs inside of Mydei and speeds up just a bit more, all before he starts to stutter sloppily as he starts to fill Mydei up. Mydei starts to whine as if he’s made to do this and only this, and Phainon’s hazy mind spirals into wondering how he didn’t get Mydei pregnant earlier.
Mydei moves to dig his nails into Phainon’s shoulders, shuddering out an exhale as Phainon’s cum start to rush inside of him and fill him up, letting out a high-pitched, “Mhm…” That only encourages the man to correct his sloppy pacing and thrust up into Mydei at the pace he reacts most to.
Phainon opens his mouth, unable to produce anymore words as he actually keeps coming—Mydei curses him softly between pants at just how much he always manages to release, and Phainon just groans at him in response. The lewd sounds only increase in volume at Mydei’s face flushes a deeper shade, tears still dripping down his cheeks as Phainon continues to fuck him and lead him to an orgasm, clenching and spasming around Phainon’s cock as he starts to drag his hands downward and leave angry red lines down the man’s arms. Phainon doesn’t wince or even react poorly—he just whines and moans at how hard Mydei scratches him, creasing his brows and enjoying the harder he goes.
Mydei croons, squirming on Phainon’s lap as his swollen nipples harden and the man thrusts in all the way without thinking, tip prodding up against Mydei’s cervix for a second or two before he groans and retracts as he continues to bounce Mydei up and down even though his cum starts to weakly spurt out in the aftermath of his orgasm. He starts to moan softly about how big Phainon is and how impossible it is for him to go completely balls deep unless they really tried, moaning it to himself like it’s an achievement, and Phainon whimpers at it. Phainon’s hips drop to rest on the bed so he isn’t thrusting up into Mydei as intensely anymore, but he continues to throw Mydei around as if he’s some sort of ragdoll made for this purpose.
“Keep moving,” Mydei pleads, sweat and tears dripping down his neck, “I need more, go harder, please, I’m so—please.” He protests, belly pressing up against Phainon’s enough that his cock twitches inside of Mydei at the feeling and the sight of him so visibly pregnant. “Look what you’ve done to me…” Mydei moans out, and all of Phainon’s attention now drops to his swollen belly, throat bobbing with a weak noise that comes from his chest.
Phainon can’t look back up to Mydei, mouth hanging open as he stares and watches Mydei press against him with every thrust, losing himself in the feeling and the sight.
Mydei grips his shoulders again, “You like it—yeah, you like it, don’t you?” He mumbles mindlessly, and Phainon wrenches out one fervent noise, nodding his head stupidly.
Mydei grows breathless from the incredible pressure building in his core, a hotter, tighter feeling bubbles over him before he comes with one pathetic little whimper, closing his eyes as he squirts on Phainon’s cock. With how Phainon continues to fuck him, it practically splatters all over his lower half and starts to drip out of Mydei to combine with Phainon’s cum that he failed to fuck back into Mydei neatly, and he claws his hands up higher with each weak thrust of his hips to help himself ride out his orgasm while Phainon bounces him a bit sloppier. They both babble on about nonsense to each other, leaning so their faces are a hair’s length away and they’re drooling in each other’s mouths with their eyes closed and all their movements only growing more desperate, exhausted, and mindless.
Phainon moves in to kiss him again. Mydei’s hands quickly reach up to hold his head as Phainon’s bouncing slows down significantly, following the tilt of Phainon’s head as he leads to deepen the kiss, still holding up Mydei while he’s still grinding senselessly on Phainon’s cock. And he slots his tongue in Mydei’s mouth, feeling how his thighs start to tremble and his cunt continues to pulse around Phainon’s cock, swiping his tongue along the back of Mydei’s top teeth with a heady exhale. He keeps Mydei there until he’s exhausted himself through the waves of his orgasm, and until his own cock goes soft inside, keeping himself situated in the wonderful heat as they kiss like this.
He lets out a weak breath as he tilts his head the other way and presses his tongue to Mydei’s gently, allowing them to rub together as he keeps his harsh grip on Mydei’s ass, pressing his callused fingertips into layers of muscle and fat until he could practically feel the bones that lie underneath, and drinks up every sensitive, whiny noise Mydei makes now that he’s fallen from the throes of his climax. Mydei cries softly at the complete excess of stimulation that starts to overwhelm him now, whimpering as he feels Phainon pull away and wipe his mouth before licking at Mydei’s tears. He starts at Mydei’s neck, trailing a line all the way up to his cheeks, then laps away like this is doing anything to comfort Mydei—it certainly does much to make him wiggle around in a confusing bout of arousal, and Phainon finishes by licking up his chin and pulling away to let Mydei calm down.
Mydei winces when Phainon pulls out and situates him on the bed with one pillow under his hips, quickly dropping to his knees to clean up again.
“Go slow—ah—I’m sensitive…”
Phainon leans in with a tired look on his face, “Now you’d like me to take my time with you, hm?”
He keeps his eyes shut with a frustrated exhale, making Phainon chuckle between his thighs before he leans in and parts Mydei’s swollen outer labia apart with his thumbs and inserts his tongue. Mydei sighs as he feels Phainon’s tongue prod inside of him, wiggling around to scoop out his cum slowly and bring it into his mouth to swallow. This time it’s much more gentle, as if he’s finally satiated, but Phainon still takes the time to taste Mydei. Phainon is so gross about Mydei during sex that it’s become a genuine turn-on for Mydei when he pulls Mydei’s slit open wider and starts to twist his tongue inside a bit more feverishly, trying to get every last bit as he can reach as the bridge of his nose rubs against Mydei’s stout clit, still swollen and an angry shade from all their fucking.
Phainon presses closer, stretching his tongue to the longest it’ll go before he retracts and starts licking up the mess between Mydei’s thighs and sticks two fingers inside of his cunt to fish out more cum.
“I need to pee,” Mydei whines, tapping his hand on the bed as he pops his eyes open.
“Hold it,” Phainon says back, voice incredibly hoarse, “I’m almost done.”
Mydei sighs, propping himself up onto his elbows, “I really need to go. Besides, I can clean myself up in the bathroom.”
“Hold it.”
He sinks back down without another complaint about how it’s extremely hard to hold his pee when Phainon’s fingering him like it’s no one’s business, but he waits. Uncomfortably, but he’s not in a mood to go against what he’s told to do right now.
Mydei fists the sheets while Phainon licks a sensitive spot on his inner thigh and his fingers prod past his g-spot again, sighing in half-relief and half-urgency as he lets Phainon take his time. It’s not even the sexy kind of pee-holding, either. He tilts his head and cranes his neck to watch Phainon licking down to his mid thigh to clean up the mess on his right leg as he pulls out his fingers. They’re covered in creamy ejaculate, a combination of theirs individually, and Phainon casually licks them clean before moving to the other side and returning to fingering him. He’s too spent to try and lean into the feeling, so he just lays spread out and waits with his eyes closed, exhaling at the pleasant feeling of Phainon licking him clean like this. Mydei gets so used to the feeling of something inside that when Phainon finally pulls his fingers out for the last time and licks them clean, he actually lets out a displeased little noise.
Before Mydei can say anything about his bladder situation, Phainon’s eyes widen slightly and he reaches to pick Mydei up to rush him to the bathroom and help him get on the toilet before Mydei sits and glances at him.
“Are you going to watch me?” He asks, and Phainon frowns.
“You don’t want to take a shower with your dear husband?” Phainon pouts, hitting a hand to his chest dramatically as he closes the door, “I’m hurt. You’ve wounded me.”
Mydei rubs his eyes and wipes his face by sliding both hands to each side, “Brush your teeth first,” he grumbles weakly, “I don’t like how your breath smells after you go down on me.”
And without anything else to say, Phainon stands and brushes his teeth while Mydei sits on the toilet and pees while they’re both completely naked. Not an irregular occurrence. Once he’s washed his hands, Mydei decides to also brush his teeth—actually, Phainon says if he had to do it then so does Mydei, but Mydei likes to believe he made the choice without that remark in mind at all.
Phainon helps him into the shower, and then stands in front of him while he uses Mydei’s body scrub around his bust and Mydei washes his hair. He even kneels down when he has to get to scrubbing Mydei’s legs, and only complains a bit when Mydei’s shampoo bubbles he rinses off fall on his head—they repeat this awkward little dance for the rest of the shower, and then Mydei steps out so Phainon can take a shower on his own while he dries off. Before Phainon can step out of the shower and go change the sheets soaking wet, Mydei forces him to put lotion on both of them, at least put a towel on, and then lets him free while Mydei puts in hair products. He makes a mess of the bedroom, but it’s clean by the time Mydei walks out the bathroom, so he doesn’t say anything about it.
“What do you want to wear?” Phainon asks loudly while he rummages through the closet for a pair of underwear, and Mydei stands beside him, still totally naked.
Mydei grabs the socks and underwear Phainon hands him, “I want that purple shirt on the floor.”
Phainon glances down as he balances on one foot, pulling on one sock, “That one’s dirty. What about this one, with the lobster on it? You like my lobster shirt.” He looks at Mydei as he stands up straight and reaches for it before Mydei shakes his head.
“I want the purple one,” he says, stern enough it makes Phainon frown, “And give me my grey sweatpants.”
He picks it up and smells it, making a face, “Mydei, I need to wash it—“
“That’s why I want it,” Mydei reaches out one hand, “Dress up and help me.”
Phainon mutters something about Mydei always bossing him around and hands him the shirt, pulling on his other sock and a pair of sweatpants that ride too high and show off his ankles because Mydei’s practically taken all of Phainon’s for himself, and then gets on his knees to help Mydei get dressed.
He even helps situate Mydei in bed with the large pillow they bought so he can sleep more comfortably, and before Phainon tucks him in, he puckers his lips and gives Mydei one dramatically loud kiss. “Goodnight, honey,” he says, giving Mydei another, more normal kiss this time as he moves to lift Mydei’s shirt and kiss the middle of his stomach. Phainon rubs one soft circle on it with a demand to their unborn child, “And you, don’t bother your dad.”
“Where are you going?” Mydei asks tiredly as Phainon pulls the blanket over him.
He leans into Mydei’s face again with a grin on his face, shutting off the bedside lamp, “Daddy still has to go to work, doesn’t he? Gimme a kiss.”
Mydei scoffs out a laugh after their lips peck together, smiling slightly, “You just love calling yourself that, don’t you?”
“Calling myself what?” Phainon goads with a wider grin, so wide that Mydei can’t resist those handsome dimples in his cheeks.
He sighs. “Daddy. What else?”
Phainon chuckles and kisses him again, “Mm, don’t say it again,” he starts to kiss down to Mydei’s neck, “I’m gonna get hard.”
“Go,” Mydei scolds playfully, “I want to sleep.”
Over the next couple days, things go smoother. Mydei sleeps well, his chest stops aching so much, and although his nipples are still quite sore and puffy, pumping has helped enough that he isn’t lying awake hoping his agony will eventually end, and he’s definitely been more at peace since that night.
Although, he does have to pee. Like, a lot. He can’t tell if he’s okay with being pregnant or if he hates it because of the sole fact he has to pee so much he’s afraid he might actually pee his pants one of these days. The cravings are fine, Phainon is always willing to eat stuff like tiropita with Nutella on it, because he eats like that anyways, it’s just all the other stuff that begins to bother Mydei.
“Peed five minutes ago, already need to go again…” Mydei grumbles under his breath, waddling his way from the couch to the bathroom, completely dressed in Phainon’s clothes. Unfortunately for him, a great comfort during this pregnancy is wearing Phainon’s clothes so he can smell that refreshingly icy cologne he wears and how it mingles with his natural scent, so Mydei is left hobbling around in their home wearing a Superman tee shirt and a pair of lime green sweatpants. It also helps that they're oversized even on Phainon, so they’re more comfortable to wear in general. “This is all stupid Phainon’s fault…”
Before he can pass the kitchen, Mydei catches a glimpse in the corner of his eye of the man who has caused all his troubles from these past five months hunching over the counter.
“Phainon.”
He lifts his head, glancing at Mydei over his shoulder, “Yes, dear?”
Mydei crosses his arms, gesturing with his chin. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing, dear.” Phainon responds, still not turning to face him. Mydei stares at him, trying to make a hard enough expression that Phainon will eventually give, but nothing happens.
Mydei frowns, crossing his arms tighter, “You’re doing something. What are you eating?”
Phainon stiffens up with a nervous little chuckle, “Just what I always eat,” he responds oh so casually, definitely not clenching his jaw as he says it, “My protein shake.”
“We ran out of milk yesterday,” Mydei says carefully, then pauses. “Phainon.”
“Yes, my love?”
“Did you use my breastmilk for your protein shake?”
“Of course not, baby.”
“Phainon.” Mydei’s tone comes out twice as harsh this time, making Phainon flinch a little.
Phainon wails softly, moving aside so Mydei can see his shaker bottle as he presses his forehead all the way down to the countertop in shame.
Mydei audibly sighs, “Why are you using my breastmilk like this?” He reaches to rub circles on his temples gently, “I know you said you’d drink it, but I thought you meant you’d drink it from me rather than using the bottles I fill up while you’re busy for… these purposes.”
He stands up straight, pouting at Mydei. It looks ridiculous for a grown, very large man in a hoodie with a duck pasted on the front and nothing else but his boxers to be pouting at him so childishly, but Mydei raises an eyebrow and tilts his head at Phainon in question. “It tastes good,” he offers, quickly supporting it with, “People say it’s good for muscle growth.”
“People? As in, a doctor?”
“No…”
Mydei stares at him quietly for a moment, letting them both steep in Phainon’s faulty claims about something that’s so clearly a pseudoscience, it’s a miracle he can’t figure that out for himself. Although… If Phainon wants to bulk, this means he has to gain weight. Get fatter. Mydei likes when Phainon bulks, because he lets Mydei feed him more and his abs get softer, and now he’s standing in front of Mydei proposing that he does just that. For the next couple months, Phainon’s going to let Mydei stuff his face, and Mydei is correctly implying that his breastmilk addition is a pseudoscience instead of just accepting it? Is he crazy?
Mydei clears his throat, “So you’re… bulking?”
Phainon pouts a bit deeper, “I don’t have to use—“
“No, no,” Mydei cuts him off quickly, dropping his hands and shaking his head. “No, you can keep using it. Please keep drinking it, it’s very complimentary that you think my milk tastes good and that you want to use it like this. I’m pleased.” He presses his lips together, going silent for a moment, and before Phainon can ask about his sudden decision change, Mydei starts to waddle off to the bathroom because the urge to pee has come back twice as bad, and he might actually pee his pants if he doesn’t leave now.