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[FILL] Re: Kiribaku, Breastfeeding [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2018-09-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)The pressure must have been building up for days now, because as soon as Kirishima seals his lips the first shot of milk hits his tongue. It’s not as sweet or thick as he figures women have, but then again he has nothing to compare it to except for the cow or soy milks he’s had in his life. It’s richer than he would have ever expected, has gotten a bit thicker in consistency since they’ve started and Kirishima likes to think that’s entirely his fault. He hopes it is. He wants Bakugou coming to him and knowing that it’s entirely his fault it builds up so quickly now.
His mouth is easily filled, swallowing down quickly while he licks, playing with Bakugou’s nipple, feeling as the next beads of milk fall at the swipe of his tongue before he starts up again.
“Ah-- Kirishima--” Bakugou’s voice already sounds broken. He can feel how Bakugou is shaking, trembling even as he holds Kirishima for what seems like support now. He’s groaning every time his tongue runs flat over his nipple, fingers tightening in Kirishima’s hair, moving, and suddenly it hits him that Bakugou is petting him.
Kirishima can’t help the groan that leaves his mouth, vibrations moving up Bakugou’s chest making him nearly purr. When he looks up through his lashes, Bakugou is looking down at him, red eyes dark and dewy looking, blown out and they’ve barely started. Normally, it takes a little longer, but Kirishima isn’t going to complain. He can already feel how hard his cock is in his sweatpants, throbbing as it arches up against the soft fabric.
He swallows the mouthful he has in his mouth before moving off from Bakugou’s chest, making sure his teeth scratch softly against the swollen red nipple so the boy above him shivers. He loves it. Kirishima rubs his cheek against Bakugou’s pec, feeling his skin get wet from a few drops he didn’t catch and the hands in his hair keep petting, the fingers having eased up to be a little softer, less forceful, and he thinks right now it’s safe enough to push his limits, see just how far Bakugou really is--
“I really like you milk,” he hums, turning his head to look up directly into Bakugou’s eyes. “Mommy.”
Above him, Bakugou’s breath hitches in his chest, a sharp inhale that doesn’t end in an exhaled curse or an explosion to the face, so Kirishima with his eyes still on the other opens his mouth wide and sweeps his tongue broad across the swell of Bakugou’s chest getting him wet with drool and milk, making his skin shine.
Bakugou jerks hard in his lap. Kirishima squeezes against his waist, holding him tight.
“K...Eijirou--”
“No,” Kirishima presses, a smirk spreading across his face. Bakugou bites hard at his lip. “What do you like to call me?”
He squeezes at his hips to help him along, encourage him as he squirms ever so slightly and Kirishima can feel Bakugou’s own hard-on bounce in his boxers.
Before he’s able to say it, Bakugou has the audacity to blush, cheeks blooming pink as if he’s not already in Kirishima’s lap, as if they’re both not hard and dripping, as if his tits aren’t out wet with spit and milk--
He finally breathes. “Baby, baby boy.”
This time, Kirishima curses. Soft as he rolls his hips, making sure Bakugou is aware of his dick, thrusting up against him before he darts his head down and latches on to the right nipple that’s been begging for his attention the entire time. He drinks deep.
Bakugou’s head snaps back, gasping as the first wave of milk flows out of his right side. “Baby,” he cries out, scratching lightly as Kirishima’s scalp. “Fuck, that’s so good, you’re so good to me Eijirou.”
Kirishima sucks harder in appreciation, feeling his chest tighten at Bakugou’s words and his soft tone of voice, something that he doubts anyone besides him has ever heard. It makes him feel special, feel important somehow to be in this room, alone beyond the two of them, with Bakugou stroking his hair and telling him what a good boy he’s being. It makes him want more, makes him crave it, makes him pull Bakugou up, flush against him with his knees pressing into the bed for support as Kirishima drinks from him.
One hand leaves his place on Bakugou’s side, coming up to massage at the other nipples, rubbing the tender flesh to keep it pebbled and hard. His thumb drags across every drop of milk that beads out, smearing it into Bakugou’s skin. He’s so soft under him, his pecs bouncing back with every push. Between all the soft creases Kirishima scraps his nail across the sensitive skin just to listen to Bakugou hiss or feel him jolt under his hands, holding his hair tight, call out more ‘baby boy’s and letting his words spill out unaware from his mouth.
“You’d do this all day if I let you, wouldn’t you?” he sighs, leaning forward so he has to curve his body ever so slightly, brushed the hair from Kirishima’s face. “Be good for mommy, suck me dry--”
Kirishima groans, thrusts, wanting, and Bakugou is making that purring sound again, presses his lips to Kirishima’s hairline. “You love being my good baby boy.”
He doesn’t notice until fingers are sliding into the waistband of his pants that Bakugou’s moved one of his hands, is pulling down until his cock springs free fully hard and wet with precum dripping down the sides. Bakugou looks down, down at his baby still sucking enthusiastically at his chest, down at how hard he is, how his fingers curl around him which makes Kirishima moan against his skin, tongue flicking, and they both shiver.
OP - [FILL] Re: Kiribaku, Breastfeeding [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2018-09-13 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)