“Come on, Daddy, take your shirt off.” I unbutton it and sit down. “You look so yummy.” He crawls into my lap and teases me with his lips.
“I’m already leaking. You don’t need to play.”
“I like playing.” He grins up at me.
“Me too.” Lies. “But I’m feeling too uncomfortable. Can you make me feel better?”
He finally stops his playful teasing and begins sucking. It’s still maddeningly slow, but at least some of the pressure is receding.
I lean back and close my eyes. My arms stretch out across the back of the couch because I don’t want to touch him. I just want him to empty my chest and?—
“What’s going on here?” A sassy and familiar voice snaps me to attention.
Oh. Fuck.
What do I say about this one?
“It’s not what it looks like,” I try, and the bunny on my lap giggles but doesn’t stop drinking.
“Alright, cutie, I know he’s handsome, but off you go.” Leo rubs Tony’s hair soothingly.
“But—” Tony pouts but jumps to attention when Leo raises his voice.
“Now!”
Tony runs out of the room.
Leo takes the seat next to me and looks at my chest. Since Tony wasn’t drinking for very long, my nipple is dripping steadily, so I move and try to cover myself.
“Nope,” Leo hisses. “Explain.”
“I have a rather rare condition that makes me lactate?—”
“Not that. The twink.”
I almost grin when I think about Leo calling someone a twink because he’s smaller than Tony was.
When Leo clears his throat, I jump into a pathetic attempt to explain myself.
“Oh. Well, I need to pump, and I hate pumping, so when there is an event for men like me, I try to find a person to…” God, this is so embarrassing.
“Suck your tits?” Leo tone is sharp, but not angry.
“Well, yes. But it wasn’t going to be sexual,” I hurry to explain. “It can be, and I get hard, but I’m not looking for more. And since it wasn’t for sex, and we’re not exclusive, I mean, I want to be but only if you do, and I thought…” All of my reasons sound pathetic, so I stop talking.
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
What if he’s grossed out and wants to leave? Better to find out now, so I chance a look at him. That’s when I notice that he’s staring at my chest with lust or disgust. It’s hard to say.
“We just started dating, and I didn’t want to weird you out or scare you away. I thought that if we could have more time to be together, you might come to like me enough and not leave when you find out about my problem.” I put my head down in shame.
There’s a quiet pause for a moment, and I’m worried I’ve messed up too bad. The tears fall from my eyes and join the milk already leaking from my body.
“Hey.” Leo’s voice is soft as he touches my chin. I look up and see a shimmer in his eyes. “No more secrets, and no one sucks on you but me.” He wipes my tears away. “Understand?” The smile that crosses my face must be comical.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now I’ve never tried breast milk, and I’m not sure I’ll be into it, but if skin to skin is something you need, we’ll figure it out.”
