He was trying to be quiet, but with each pull on my nipple and each sloppy, wet tug on his dick, his noises were pitching up, his breaths coming faster and faster.
He switched to the other, and I threaded my fingers through the thick strands of his hair, yanking him closer. My fingers flexed, tugging and pulling on them.
His scent was intoxicating, and between it and the sounds of his choked-off moans, I was losing my mind. I grabbed my cock, rubbing it through my pants as he panted against my chest.
I was almost empty, so I stroked myself faster while tugging on his hair. “Almost gone, Link. If you wanna come, you better hurry.”
No sooner had the words left my mouth than his body tensed, and my nipple fell from his lips as he groaned loudly. I looked down in time to see thick ribbons of his cum cover the floor in front of him.
It was too much. My dick pulsed against my hand, jerking as I shot my load into my briefs. I bit my bottom lip hard, trying to stay quiet.
So much for not making a mess of my clothes.
Link rested his forehead against my shoulder as we worked to catch our breath.
“Do you have extra pants I can wear?”
“In my locker.” He paused for a second. “Did I do good?”
The question surprised me, but I nodded, even though he wasn’t looking. I tilted my head forward, pressing my lips to his wild curls. “So good. So fucking good. My good boy.”
Link
I was half-asleep when the knock came at my bedroom door. Looking over to the side, I stared at the clock on my nightstand table. It was damn near three in the morning. “Yeah?” I called out.
The door slowly opened, the hallway light illuminating Elias from behind. He rubbed his eyes, his lips pulled into a frown. “I’m so full it hurts.”
I moved the blankets out of the way, sittingupright in the bed. I squinted at him, the same amount of weariness in my eyes as his. “Come here, I’ll take care of it.”
“I don’t want any funny business. I just want it gone.”
“No funny business, then.”
He walked until he was right by my bed, his lips puffed out into a pout. “You promise?”
I drew an x over my heart. “Cross my heart. Now, come here, I’ll make it all better.”
Elias pulled the blankets further away, scooting into the spot beside me. He leaned against the headboard, his eyes falling shut with a sigh. “I shouldn’t have waited so long, but I was so tired. I’m still so tired.”
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry. Here, lie on your side.” I moved a little to give him more room, waiting until he pulled his shirt off and got situated. He wasn’t kidding about being full—he was already leaking. Pulling the blankets with me, I scooted down until I was facing his chest, right in front of his nipple. “Just relax, okay?”
He nodded. “I just want to be empty again. God, you have no idea how much it aches after a while. It hurts, Link.”
I leaned forward, cupping his pec with my hand and gently wrapping my lips around his nipple. The rush was immediate, milk flowing rapidly. I had to tilt my head a bit to swallow it all, but the moment I heard him sigh in relief, his warm, sweet milk coating my tongue, the entire world seemed to slip away.
We were both tired; that was for sure. Elias started to stroke my hair—slow, long, gentle strokes of contentment as I emptied him.
“God, that feels so much better already,” he whispered. “I couldn’t sleep; it was hurting so bad.”
I hummed against his nipple, flicking my tongue over it gently. I wanted to make sure I was getting every last drop, just for him. I’d do anything to make him feel better, really. Whether that was dropping to my knees and begging or nursing from him at three in the morning.
When the flow came to a halt, I switched sides. It was a bit of a reach, but I’d manage the discomfort for him. I didn’t mind. His other pec was even fuller, starting off with a gush. He wrapped his arms around my back, holding me to him. I nuzzled further into his chest, sucking and licking at the delicious milk he was feeding me.
There was no need to turn it into anything different. It was just us, together, sharing a moment only we got to experience with each other. The alpha in me was happy about that, finding comfort in the idea that Elias wasn’t sharing this with anyone else.
I let out a low, happy growl, subtly vocalizing that he was mine without making it too big of a deal. He trusted me with this. He came to me to make him feel better.
The final drop hit my tongue, and I pulled off his nipple, looking up at him. He had a small smile on his face, his eyes droopy with exhaustion. “Thank you.”
