They sat on my dresser, staring at me. Mocking me. Taunting me. And still, I hadn’t taken them. Not even when I’d woken up this morning, drenched in milk. I had to wash my sheets and take a shower.
It could all be fixed and back to normal if I’d just take the fucking pills… but for some reason I didn’t want to. I wanted to see if Link really would beg. If he’d really drop to his knees and plead for the chance to drink me down again. Maybe next time, I’d feed him more than just my milk.
A shiver ran through me at the thought. Both thoughts, actually. The thought of him emptying my ever-full chest and him choking on my cock. Maybe it would finally shut him up.
I climbed out of my unmade bed and peeked into the hallway. Link was home, and though he’d mostly been leaving me alone, I didn’t want to take any chances.
The coast was clear, so I slipped into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.
My pecs were swollen and hard to the touch, and so fucking achy. I reminded myself again that I could fix this all if I just took the damn pills. The problem was, I’d never been great at taking orders. Not even from myself. Stubborn to a fault.
I whipped my shirt off, then stared at myself inthe mirror. My nipples were stiff, and a drop of milk was clinging to the right one. It was the fullest, the most painful by far. After watching a video about self-expression a couple of days ago, I figured I’d be able to do it.
Seemed easy enough anyway. Pinching my nipple between my finger and thumb, I squeezed, trying to move down like the video had shown. A couple drops of milk came out, but not enough. So I did it again.
It made my skin hurt, but it did relieve some of the pressure, so I kept going. The small streams of milk that came out were weak, hitting the sink and splashing along the edges. I knew there was no way that I’d be able to empty my chest fully. Not like this. Not without rubbing my fucking skin raw.
Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on the way Link’s hot mouth had felt around me instead. He had sucked so hard and so deep I’d felt it all the way to my toes. Felt it echo in my cock. It was… fucking unreal. I couldn’t remember a time I’d come so hard.
His tongue had worked over the underside, sucking and sucking until all I could focus on was the way his cock felt against mine and the blessed relief of my chest being empty.
I groaned, hips bucking forward as my eyes flew open. No. No fucking way. I’d rather have painful-ass pecs than let my thoughts gothere.
With a frustrated huff, I yanked my shirt off the floor, pulling it back over my head. I threw the bathroom door open and stomped down the hallway,slamming the door to my bedroom when I was back inside.
Self-expression was a fucking bust. I guess I’d have to take the fucking pills after all.
Link
I heard the door slam from all the way in the kitchen. I stopped making my protein shake, setting it aside for the moment, and walked down the hallway. The bathroom door was open, so it must’ve come from Elias’s bedroom.
Standing in front of his door, I thought about knocking—keywords being thought about—before turning the doorknob. I’d gotten somewhat better at controlling myself when it came to his scent, but the moment I swung his door open, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I cleared my throat a couple of times, trying to calm myself down.
Elias stood at his dresser, holding a pill bottle in his hand, looking at me with a scowl on his face. “Have you ever heard of knocking?”
I chuckled to myself. “Thought about the concept, decided against it.”
“What are you doing?”
“Checking on you. I heard your door slam. What areyoudoing?”
He shrugged, rotating the pill bottle in front of him, the label around it looking more menacing with each turn. “Trying to decide if I want to take these or not.”
Walking further into his room, I stopped at the end of the dresser. Honestly, I didn’t want him to. Like I’d told him before, I wanted to drink it for him. Taste it straight from the source. I would bathe my insides with it if he’d let me. He probably wouldn’t, though. At least not yet. “Why haven’t you?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know, or you do know and you just don’t wanna say it?”
He glanced at me from the side. “I don’t know what you mean, and I don’t know why I haven’t taken them. It’d make my life a million times easier if I did. I wouldn’t have to fucking call in or wear multiple shirts or?—”
“Or, I could take care of that for you, and you wouldn’t have to do any of those things. You have options, Elias.”
“You say that, but the look in your eyes tells me I don’t.”
I stepped closer, growling under my breath. “You do. I just don’t want you to take the pills.”
Slowly, he set the pill bottle down on the dresser. That was progress, right? “Why not?”
