“Shh, shh, it’s okay. You can let it out. I’m going to take care of you from now on. I’ll keep you safe, and I’ll chase the nightmares away.”
“I’m just so tired.” I sob into his chest and try to believe what he’s telling me. It would be so nice to let him handle everything. To have him keep me safe and let my brother get on with his life.
“I’m here, rabbit. I’m here. Just relax and let go. Daddy’s got you.”
My eyes slowly open, and I’m surprised to see how light it is outside. I guess sleeping with Lex wrapped around me really did help keep the nightmares away.
I nuzzle closer to him. His chest is so firm, and his nipples are tight peaks. I just want to run my tongue over them, not suck on them, nope, just a quick lick. The thought of his warm skin in my mouth has my dick reacting in a way it hasn’t for a while. I move a bit closer, and that’s when I notice a tiny white droplet on top of one of his nipples.
I freeze.
What the hell?
Another droplet pushes out and the first slips down his chest and into his glorious silver chest hair between his pecs.
Is he lactating?
I didn’t even know men could do that, and why is my dick suddenly throbbing in my jammies?
I stare as more milk leaks from his chest, and I want it.
I want to suck him dry and lick up the puddle forming on his chest.
Would he let me?
I’d be such a good boy and take care of him.
“Good morning, rabbit.” Lex’s voice purrs in his chest, and I stop moving.
My eyes want to look up at his handsome face, but they’re stuck on his nipples.
He gasps and jumps out of the bed.
“Wait!” I shout and grab his arm, his other one covering his chest.
“I just need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“No,” I say firmly, and he looks over his shoulder at me with a raised eyebrow. “No,” I say again.
“Rory, I need to take care of something.”
“Your milk?” His head drops, his shoulders hunch, and it looks like he’s ashamed.
“It’s not normal. A man shouldn’t lactate,” he says sternly.
“Are you sick?” I ask, suddenly worried.
“No.” He sighs and bends to pick up a shirt which he presses to his chest. “It’s just embarrassing.”
“I can help…”
“How?”
“I’d love to suckle you. Even if you didn’t have milk.” It’s always been my favorite thing to do. Nothing makes me feel closer to a partner than that. Not that I’ve had many partners.
“I can’t ask that of you.”
“I’m offering.” He shakes his head, so I kneel up on the bed and press my body flush to his arm so he can feel what I think about it. The back of his fingers twitch against my erection. “Please, Daddy. Let me drink your milk.”
