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Graham’s tits had begun to ache that morning and he didn’t know why.
As far as he knew, he shouldn’t be producing any milk right now, yet they ached as if he were. The longer the day went on, the stronger this feeling grew until Graham swore he couldn’t be imagining it. He felt milk. When a sharp pain shot through his left side after Lieutenant Fairholme jostled into him, Graham knew he had to step away for some privacy to uncover what was going on. He had figured the orlop at this time would be empty, and it stood closer at the moment to him than his cabin, so this was where he stole away to. It stood quite a shock to hear a pitiful groaning noise emitting from the corner almost immediately. Sniffling and heavy breathing made it seem as if whoever were here with him was crying. He did not try to hide his approach but whoever was curled up between the storage in the orlop didn’t give any indication he heard him regardless.
When the pool of light from his lantern illuminated Mr. Morfin, Graham felt a further shock of surprise.
“Morfin, what’s wrong?” he barked, having gone to ask out of genuine concern but his tone carried that of an officer.
The seaman’s head jerked up and almost in response to this very movement, he winced. It looked like Morfin shriveled in on himself under the light. The pained expression on his face deepened before he ducked down again, hiding himself from the light. Graham glanced side-long at the lantern, holding it slightly behind him as he inched a little closer to Morfin.
“Sorry, does the light bother you?” Graham asked when it seemed the seaman would not be responding to him.
It seemed the man were trying to keep his breathing steady, clearly attempting to recover himself from whatever state Graham had disturbed him in.
“It’s all right, lieutenant. Just… leave me be,” Morfin sniffled, voice thick.
He’d resumed crying. A sharp pang in Graham’s chest reminded him of why he’d come down here in the first place and he wondered if this was where the seaman often came, when he couldn’t be in sickbay for whatever reason. He knew the man to be of a sicker disposition, already gaining a slight reputation with his fellow officers even this early in the expedition.
With Morfin here, of course he wouldn’t be able to lift his shirt to peek at his chest. He could go to his cabin, maybe. Yes, that’s what he would do. But it felt wrong to leave the seaman here.
“Could I help you to sickbay, Mr. Morfin?” Graham wondered.
At the suggestion, Morfin’s head shot up again. Graham’s eyes had adjusted to the dimmer light and he saw now the redness to the whites in the man’s eyes, the wild glint there, the puffiness to his face. He might have guessed the man had just broken a fever of some sort with the sweat on his brow. To put it simply, he looked terrible.
“No, please,” he begged, the movement of his body sending another shiver of pain through him.
This would not do. Graham set the lantern down for a moment, crouching to be eye level with Morfin despite the jabs of pain it kicked up in his own chest.
“If it’s not sickbay you want, let’s see if Dr. Stanley isn’t in his berth, hmm?” Graham tried to say gently.
“You don’t understand, lieutenant," Morfin pulled his knees up to his chest so that he could bury his face between them.
“Is it your head?” Graham frowned, suddenly remembering Jimmy had once mentioned that Morfin suffered a rather terrible headache one time and had to be helped to sickbay, it had been so bad.
Morfin made a noncommittal grunt in response, still as a statue besides this.
“I’m not going to leave one of my men here like this, Morfin. Either I’ll take you to someone who can help or I must insist that you explain yourself, so I can do it myself. Whatever it may be that will aid you,” Graham ordered, leaning forward without thinking.
He took Morfin gently by the shoulders, but the man’s arm shot out, pushing the lieutenant away. They both cringed at this, Morfin shrinking in on himself and Graham’s balance being suddenly thrown. He began to topple over, but found Morfin quickly lunging forward to steady him.
“Are you alright?” Morfin panted, clearly in some type of pain but having pushed that aside for now.
With the lantern at this angle, Graham caught a strange sight. Well, strange in the way that it seemed so familiar but he’d only ever seen it on his own clothes. Morfin’s shirt was rather wet around the chest area. Graham felt his tits ache and he almost went to touch Morfin, to see if he could not draw out some milk from his breasts even though his shirt was still on. It shouldn’t be possible unless…
“Are you lactating, Mr. Morfin?” Graham whispered.
Morfin’s face drained of color and his eyes filled with fear. It looked like the man were about to duck away in an attempt to run.
“No, no it’s alright, it just explains what’s going on,” Graham laughed, backing away from Morfin and quickly shrugging off his jacket.
It proved hard to quell his laughter, feeling rather bad as Morfin looked terribly mortified and Graham knew he must look cruel. Setting aside the jacket, he unbuttoned his shirt and thought back on how, when his sister had been lactating, Graham had found his own tits responding. Now, as he let his shirt join his jacket, Graham found them heavy and full. He took his left nipple in hand and squeezed, a little moan escaping him as white liquid dimpled out between his fingers.
“Good Christ,” Morfin swore.
Graham offered him a hand up. He took this, seemingly shaking. His eyes had yet to leave Graham’s chest.
“I hadn’t thought anyone else like me existed,” Graham felt a sort of thrilling excitement zing through his body.
He wanted to take Morfin’s jacket and shirt off, expose his chest and see what the wet spots already confirmed to him what he’d see, but he resisted. It took everything in him not to simply pop open the shirt’s buttons and take a peek. He’d seen the man with Weekes, handy with a needle and thread. He could fix the shirt, easily. What would it matter if Graham ripped his shirt open?
“I’m a cursed man, lieutenant. No, I don’t think we are not the same,” Morfin muttered bitterly.
His eyes screwed shut and he shivered.
“It is your head, isn’t it?” Graham guessed.
He gently placed a hand on Morfin’s shoulder, hoping him to take it as a kind gesture. With his chest bare, Graham felt cold and naturally gravitated closer to the seaman in order to chase his warmth. In the dim light, he saw Morfin nod his head. Those dark bangs of his fell in front of his eyes.
“They only seem to leak when I’ve got a particularly bad one, sir. Migraines. It’s why I can’t go to sickbay. Doctor… Dr. Stanley doesn’t know. I… I’m sorry, Lieutenant Gore, really,” Morfin shrank in front of him, curling in on himself even as it seemed to hurt him.
Graham moved his hands from Morfin’s shoulders to his upper arms, bringing him into an embrace. The seaman didn’t resist, allowing himself to easily be pressed against his chest and subsequently his chest. Regretfully, he felt Morfin’s weight lean on him in just the right way that a little of his milk dribbled out of a nipple and rubbed against the seaman’s shirt. It was already ruined but Graham didn’t wish to make Morfin any more uncomfortable than he might already be.
“Sorry, I, you may be right. My own produce as if on some cycle, on and off every few years. Except for when my sister was nursing her son. Almost as if in sympathy. I thought it the most awful joke, seeing as. Well. Us men are not meant to produce milk like a woman ready to nurse a babe, hmm,” Graham attempted to joke but it did not appear that Morfin felt in the mood for it.
Graham had to admit that his heart wasn’t in it, either. Pulling back slightly in his arms, Morfin glanced at his swollen pectorals.
“Oh, Lieutenant, you aren’t doing this because of me?” the seaman sounded on the verge of tears again.
He seemed to want to flit away, pulling farther still from Graham, so he tightened his grip without thinking and said in a rush, “Don’t be like that Morfin. You need help and I can help you.”
“No!” Morfin snapped, wrenching himself away from the lieutenant.
Both of them winced at this movement, Graham’s hand flying up to just barely touch himself on instinct.
“Why not?” Graham demanded.
“I have to just let it pass. I… I’ve never touched them when this has happened. I just let it all pass. It’ll pass,” Morfin mumbled, settling himself back against the wall.
He repeated that it’ll pass as if he needed to reassure himself it were true.
“You just suffer through it? You don’t even try to alleviate the milk? If you squeeze the nipples, that leaking would turn into a full stream and you’d feel at least some relief in your chest,” Graham shook his head, absently taking his forefinger and thumb and teasing out a little milk from his right nipple.
It sent a shiver through him and he fought to keep his breathing steady. Morfin’s eyes hadn’t left his nipple the entire time. Graham wanted to say that he thought the wetness on the man’s shirt had further spread, as if Morfin’s tits were yearning to be touched like Graham had just touched his, but he couldn’t be sure. Admittedly he’d been distracted by the thought of Morfin never taking himself in hand when he found himself in this position. How the man must ache! How full he must feel, uncomfortable…
“Oh,” Graham groaned, aware suddenly of his own aching tits.
Morfin stared, clearly in some personal conflict. A fine mist made his eyes shimmer. With a new resolve, Graham ordered Seaman Morfin to his feet. The man complied, if only by habit based on the look of frustration that flashed across his face halfway to standing straight.
“Now, come here,” Graham instructed.
Morfin did so.
“You must trust me that it feels better if you just get it over with. It’s intimate. I… admittedly have only ever done this with another soul, but whatever will happen in the orlop will happen in the orlop, as they say,” Graham hoped this to lighten the mood.
Morfin smirked, glancing up at Graham finally instead of looking at his breasts.
“Do they say that, sir?” he asked.
Now he sounded like himself, or at least a little closer. He caught the usual mischievous twinkle in his eyes and this put Graham at ease.
“I honestly have no idea. But if you wouldn’t mind letting me pretend to be suave," Graham retorted, reaching out and grabbing hold of Morfin’s hand. “So, let me show you the way to do it, Morfin. You can practice, so to speak, and then I’ll get you all sorted.”
As he brought Morfin’s hand to his left breast, the seaman and him shuffling closer together, Morfin asked, “I’m to milk you sir and you to milk me?”
His voice was quiet, quavering almost.
“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” Graham admitted, although now he wouldn’t stop thinking about it.
That was exactly what he was suggesting, after all. If Sir John found out either of them could produce such milk, he’d call it a waste. He knew it. The idea of drawing the milk from Morfin as a babe would unto a mother made Graham’s cock harden and he felt himself flooded with shame. Why would he think such a thing and why would that arouse him so? Morfin already looked about ready to run, body tense even though Graham could sense the tension from pain too. The last thing he should heft unto him is his own perversions.
“You should just leave me, sir,” Morfin’s mournful comment shook him back to the present.
Morfin’s hand hardly rested on Graham's left tit, though the pads of his fingertips seemed to be attracted to the swollen nipple. It sent Graham’s skin breaking into gooseflesh. He closed his hand around Morfin’s and began showing him how to massage the muscle and fat, the milk hardly needing any help to immediately flow.
“Oh,” Graham moaned, gritting his teeth together as he tried to stop himself.
Morfin’s fingers felt good, the relief he’d been needing since that afternoon finally on its way. He’d already worked himself up with thoughts of his lips around Morfin’s own nipples and the rush of relief felt more than Graham could take. He could not imagine what Morfin may feel but he thought it easier to show Morfin what would happen. That there was nothing to be afraid of and that it did feel good. The man seemed to be taking to the motions well enough, eyes entranced.
“Does it really feel that good?” Morfin wondered.
“I-if you let it go too long, it can hurt. If there’s too much milk,” Graham explained, trying hard to keep his voice steady.
Morfin’s hand had grown bold, easily taking to it. Graham hardly needed to help him but he kept his hand close anyways. The seaman seemed completely lost in thought, mouth slightly ajar, hand massaging his breast long after the last drop of milk had been teased out. It would be just his luck that the seaman would be so preoccupied with too many thoughts that he wouldn’t notice what Graham had to assume was his rather obvious erection. God help me, the lieutenant thought. He had only just been trying to help Morfin.
“T-take off your shirt, Morfin. We, uh, I can finish this later,” Graham coughed, pulling Morfin’s hand away from his chest.
The seaman relented but only so he could grab Graham’s hips and pull them so they stood chest to chest. An unbidden gasp of surprise left him, as the seaman groped him through his trousers and began to massage at Graham’s right breast. Graham’s legs almost buckled beneath him if only for the sudden stimulation and how, for just a moment, it felt like he left his body. After all, Graham hadn’t thought the seaman ready for even simply being taken in hand by another man so he could relieve the milk in the ducts of his breasts, let alone anything like this.
“Oh, Lieutenant Gore, you gotta let me help with what I’ve caused,” Morfin mumbled, a quick flash of pain crossing his face to remind Graham why he’d gotten into this situation in the first place.
Morfin’s hands overwhelmed him and there was hardly enough milk in him for the encounter to last very long anyways. In a continuing round of surprises for Graham, he found himself shooting off incredibly early. He felt how his seed painted the inside of his pants, painted Morfin’s hand, and they’d barely started. But Morfin had also once again teased the last of Graham’s milk out of him and brought his hand out of Graham’s pants. He couldn’t rightly think, he just acted. Graham took hold of Morfin’s wrist and licked the man’s hand clean. He savored licking each finger, tasting his own cum, even as he reached a hand up to feel at Morfin’s chest finally. It felt like a grand reward, a little taste of what was soon to come. And then some. The man whimpered, clearly biting back a cry as Graham did so. He felt far too tight. It wouldn’t be as easy as it was for Graham.
“S-see, Morfin. It can feel so, so good. Hmm? So just trust me, just trust me,” Graham had yet to catch his breath so his voice came out a rough whisper.
He pushed Morfin back against the wall, leaving the man’s jacket alone and simply unbuttoning Morfin’s shirt and revealing his chest. Morfin had small tits. They were probably as big as they got right this moment, tiny little round mounds practically looking ready to burst. The areola were large for such small tits and Graham thought they suited Mr. Morfin. Graham’s hand fit perfectly over one, nearly engulfing the whole thing, and he could not help but think they were made for each other. The left one now felt heavy yet soft and Graham wished to know how they felt when they weren’t aching, knowing full well he’ll be too sensitive to fondle afterwards. Morfin shuddered against him and cried out, Graham practically feeling the milk slosh inside.
“It’ll be a little painful at first, but don’t worry. You-you’ve no idea how good it’ll be,” Graham promised.
Before he could start thinking again, he leaned forward and took Morfin’s right nipple into his mouth. He began to suck, one hand massaging the flesh while he shoved his other hand down Morfin’s trousers. It seemed all their antics had started to affect him too, since he found Morfin’s cock already a bit hard and he felt the shaft twitch as Graham began to suck at his tit.
“Lieutenant, it, I don’t, it, stop, it hurts, stop,” Morfin grunted, hands beginning to try to budge Graham but he hadn’t the wherewithal to truly fight him off.
Graham ignored him. He knew it would hurt but the milk hadn’t started to flow yet. He kept at it, almost on the edge of giving up until he finally felt a hot burst of sweet liquid fill his mouth. Above him, Morfin made a strange strangled cry and he felt the man’s cock immediately fill out. A dribble of pre-cum leaked out of the tip, which Graham swiped at before returning to pumping the man. Morfin’s head banged against the wall, hands now grabbing onto Graham for support as Graham began to drink mouthfuls upon mouthfuls of milk. With how small the seaman’s tits were and even with the knowledge of how neglected they’d been (a whole life, not once relieving the pain), Graham still felt it impossible how much milk he drank from Morfin. By the time he couldn’t draw anymore out, the seaman’s hips were bucking wildly and Graham hoped he wouldn’t be too sensitive to keep going if he cummed.
“Almost there, Morfin,” Graham encouraged when he pulled his mouth off Morfin’s nipple.
The seaman looked sweaty and flushed and his eyes looked glazed. There stood no more of the suave seaman he’d glimpsed earlier and Graham felt a little thrill at that. It was a fun dance, letting Morfin lead and then taking back the reins. He leaned down and took Morfin’s left tit into his mouth, hand slowed to a near crawl on his cock.
“Please, lieutenant, please, oh, God,” Morfin babbled, probably hardly aware he was speaking.
It sounded like he were in pain again. Probably was, as Graham once again felt it a struggle to get the milk to want to come out. Increasing his speed on Morfin’s cock to at least distract him, Graham beared down and finally felt the now familiar taste of Morfin hit his tongue. He heard the seaman’s head thud against the wall again, hips bucking as hot seed coated Graham’s hand. The lieutenant kept stroking him until he felt the man’s penis go completely soft and only then did he pull his hand out.
But Graham had yet to rid Morfin of his milk. The man whimpered quietly as Graham kept sucking at him. It felt another lifetime of drinking the sweet milk before he felt he could lean back. Both of them stood there in the orlop, panting for breath. Graham felt a little sick, if only because his stomach felt far too full. However had Morfin fit so much milk in those small tits of his? Had all of it decided to build up and wait for him for years? Erebus’s first lieutenant pushed these thoughts away, if only to save himself from furthering embarrassment.
“See, how do you feel?” Graham asked, casting about for his shirt and jacket.
He felt uncomfortably wet in his pants now and saw how soaked through Morfin’s own trousers were. They’d need to be careful going back on deck.
“I… oh, lieutenant," Morfin’s voice broke and Graham turned to find Morfin weeping.
He pulled on his shirt, leaving his jacket where it was so that he could bring Morfin into another embrace.
“Now, now, what’s the matter now, Morfin?” Graham petted the man’s hair as he shook in his arms.
“I’m sorry I put you in that position, sir. I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself. I-,” Morfin didn’t seem like he would stop apologizing so Graham hushed him by pressing his face to his chest.
“Don’t think anything of it, Morfin. Do you feel better now?” Graham repeated.
He felt Morfin’s head move, nodding an affirmation.
“Well, then I’m glad I seemed to be leaking in sympathy for you. I’m glad to have helped,” Graham told him firmly.
And he meant it. Graham Gore felt less alone now. Even if he and Morfin were never to speak of this again, to never do this again, at least Graham would know he wasn’t alone. Although he secretly hoped perhaps he could go to Morfin for a hand, or to perhaps even drink from the man the next time his head particularly bothers him. The taste of Morfin’s milk lingered sweetly on his tongue.