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His wife’s scent pulled away from him in the middle of the night, stirring a deep discomfort in his chest.
Chi Cheng extended his arm to the right side of their bed, spreading his fingers on the slightly ruffled fabric as he felt the surface for the one he was seeking, all while sleep was still tugging at the corner of his eyes. His eyebrows drew together and his forehead creased heavily as his palm met nothing but an unwelcome cold slowly creeping onto the bed in the middle of the night when it should’ve been his wife’s warmth.
Seconds after, Chi Cheng heard lips smacking hungrily. Then, someone cooed in satisfaction as they also let out soft puffs of air while gulping in delight.
These days, the whole house smelled of fragrant honey and warm milk—the aroma beyond soothing to Chi Cheng’s anxious nerves. It had only been a month since they had grown from a family of two to three but Chi Cheng had become way too accustomed to that mixed scent, so much that if it didn’t waft around him, he felt like he would go insane.
So much so that he couldn’t recall what fragrances blossomed within their walls before the little one arrived.
A desperate, almost twisted need to protect his wife and pup kept clinging to his senses no matter what time of the day it was. If his wife didn’t repeatedly update him on how their BaoBao and himself were doing when he was at work, a dark cloud would form above his head, sizzling and cracking with lightning if meetings stretched too long and stopped him from driving back to check on them.
But Chi Cheng tried concealing his obsessive need for constant reassurance from Wu Suowei, worried that he would end up scaring his already sensitive wife with his harsh possessiveness and push him away during the time he needed to be treated with utmost gentleness.
Chi Cheng had one goal—nurture Wu Suowei through the haunting post-partum depression. Pull his wife more toward himself so Wu Suowei would continue thinking of him as dependable and still believe he was very much in love with him. Assure his wife that he was the most beautiful ever, as desirable as he was pre-pregnancy.
Even in sleep, his mind kept replaying these thoughts, these words. Not that sleep resembled its usual and established deep pull toward nothingness these days. As a husband and new father, his brain was on high alert even in the depth of the night. Sleep was now light and rest was as thin as paper.
Wu Suowei was strict about feeding the baby. He had set rules. Chi Cheng didn’t need to get up at night unless their BaoBao turned red from too much crying and he coudn’t pacify her on his own. Then of course he would need his husband to spray his comforting pheromones so that their babygirl would feel protected enough to stop fighting sleep.
His wife was firm that he could handle waking up anytime to look after their little one but Chi Cheng knew that it was Wu Suowei’s way of sharing responsibilities since he couldn’t look after CCWEI for a while. As such, Chi Cheng was left in charge of rushing to the office, dealing with clients and spending late nights there sometimes whenever orders arrived and needed to be included in the inventory.
Surviving on low sleep was no small feat for both. Chi Cheng’s undereyes sunk deeply into the hollow of his bones. Wu Suowei walked around the house looking like a panda, his feet still a little swollen, his hips even more accentuated after he had spread superhumanly to push out their little one. Of course Chi Cheng massaged his legs and feet after a long day but it all went to waste once their BaoBao cried on top of her lungs and Wu Suowei had to keep on his feet again.
More hours went into Wu Suowei pumping milk out of his chest. He alternated between using a baby bottle and breastfeeding. Though the electric breast pumps were useful, he could only sit down and wait through the whole process as Chi Cheng looked after BaoBao.
Of course, his husband would glance hungrily at his nipples being sucked by the pump. But really, Chi Cheng was just always very close to asking if he could press those buds himself to pump out the milk—but because Wu Suowei was still very irritated, he just kept his suggestion to himself.
Chi Cheng had been adamant on finding a nanny, even calling his mother to stay with Wu Suowei during the day when work was hectic but it had led to very serious arguments.
Then he understood—Wu Suowei was as territorial as him.
Something which he already knew but felt even more now that they had a smaller one to care for. Wu Suowei couldn’t trust anyone but himself when it came to looking after BaoBao. Chi Cheng suspected his wife didn’t trust him as well with these mundane yet highly delicate tasks, but fair enough. Their primal instincts were on the opposite sides—one would do anything to nurture, the other would even kill to protect.
As he ruminated in sleep, faint cooing sounds reached Chi Cheng. He tried opening his eyes, fearing he’d miss out on any cute moments between his wife and BaoBao but failed.
“Shhh…” Wu Suowei whispered as low as he could as he patted their little one’s back. “Well done!”
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Chi Cheng’s lips as he drifted in and out of sleep. Their BaoBao had let her burps out.
Minutes after, the door opened quietly before shutting the pressing silence behind Wu Suowei.
Chi Cheng turned his head toward the cradle on instinct.
Just then, the door opened and closed again. Soft steps caught in Chi Cheng’s ears before the mattress next to him sank lightly. The faint rustling of the bedsheet, the cover lifting high before settling on his skin again rippled through the restlessness that had started tightening his chest once Wu Suowei had walked out.
Familiar warmth bit into the cold, dispelling it instantly. The next second, Wu Suowei pressed closer to him, the side of his arm brushing against his, smaller fingers grazing his—as if debating whether to hold Chi Cheng’s hand or just let it go and face the other side.
Chi Cheng waited. Leaving the decision to Wu Suowei.
He sighed as his wife withdrew, deciding on flipping on his side—Wu Suowei’s back now facing him.
Wu Suowei’s ears caught the sound leaving the other’s mouth, immediately tensing as he feared it had been let out in a moment of disappointment. He had run out of any plausible excuses for why he always faced the wall rather than hug his husband to sleep every time he tiptoed into bed after breastfeeding their BaoBao.
It had been a month since Wu Suowei had shown absolute brevity, screaming foul threats about how he would end Chi Cheng for putting him through childbirth. Kick him on his dick if he dared cum in him again.
Chi Cheng had witnessed how those big eyes he was weak for had turned crazy when Wu Suowei was pushing their BaoBao out of the hole that was always tight for him but had opened up beyond what he could ever imagine.
Those strangled cries, cuss words, huge drops of tears, that sweat-soaked body. Everything haunted Chi Cheng in his dreams sometimes.
But as their BaoBao had slid through Wu Suowei’s asshole without any tantrums and popped her head out to their world, showing her small body next, Chi Cheng had felt like he could go through the same torment again and again just for his life to be blessed with proofs of their love—and lust!
Their thrumming heartbeats syncing as their BaoBao cried in the Operating Room, inhaling mouthfuls of air, clinging to life. Holding each other through sobs as they couldn’t believe just what they had been able to make. It had all been worth it.
But parenthood came with its fair share of hurdles.
Sometimes it hindered intimacy.
It had also been a month of very little, at times compromised, contact.
Wu Suowei had been acting weird, somehow distant too. It would start off promising, Chi Cheng’s hand hovering on Wu Suowei’s back but the moment his fingers landed on his waist, Wu Suowei would tense. Even more when those fingers started climbing up his stomach. Then he would grab Chi Cheng’s wrist and twist them, disallowing any upward movement.
Chi Cheng highly suspected breastfeeding as the reason behind the rejection of his advancements. He felt wronged but there was nothing else he could do about it for the moment. It was like treading on a floor on which broken pieces of glass had been scattered. One wrong move and his wife’s teeth would end up cutting him into pieces.
He even researched if giving birth made Omegas highly protective of their nipples or milk, because of Alphas drying up the liquid by sucking it out during foreplay or sex, cutting down on the pups’ food supply. But he had found nothing such. Instead, Chi Cheng learned that Omega’s nipples were even more sensitive when they lactated, making nipple sucking during intimacy more pleasurable than normal. He itched to try but the barrier of his wife’s grip was too great to climb.
There was another problem.
If they somehow managed to make it past the restrictions Wu Suowei imposed, the moment they started kissing and feeling each other, their babygirl would put on a show of her own—halting any possible babymaking session. It was BaoBao’s own way of being possessive of her parents. Couldn't risk having siblings at the moment.
Chi Cheng had even thought of making BaoBao sleep in her own room with XiaoCuBao standing guard at night. Have Wu Suowei go to her room to feed her and come back to their own room and make out without any disturbance. But it was sadly just a thought—he knew he’d get cussed if he dared share the plan with his wife.
Also because it would be too stressful for Xiao Li Ya if she wasn’t nursed by her parents' scent and pheromones.
Chi Cheng got her BaoBao’s antics but he had had enough. He was craving for his wife.
Chi Cheng forced his eyes open.
The bulge in his pants swelled as his gaze traced the enticing curves on Wu Suowei’s body. Though his wife had started wearing loose sweaters after giving birth, for reasons he couldn’t grasp and Wu Suowei didn’t bother sharing, the way the fabric clung to his skin, giving in to gravity as soon as he lay on his side, made him look even more attractive.
Wu Suowei shared the same feelings. It had been way too many days since Chi Cheng’s skin had burned in a maddening urgency on his own. His hole ached for his husband’s cock. He wanted Chi Cheng to fuck another baby into him to the point that it drove him insane, pushing him to jerk off every time he took a shower. As to why he had been driven to pleasure himself, he felt way too embarrassed to convey it to Chi Cheng.
Chi Cheng turned to Wu Suowei, tucking his hand beneath the other’s sweater. Wu Suowei shivered under his touch. He pressed his back onto his husband’s chest. Chi Cheng’s fingers dragged on the warm skin he was craving to taste. Sinking his teeth into his lower lip, Wu Suowei swallowed a moan. He was too needy from not having had a taste of his husband for too long. Pink bloomed on his cheeks as he pressed his ass cheeks on Chi Cheng’s growing bulge.
Chi Cheng relished how Wu Suowei responded to the contact. He circled his arm tenderly around his wife’s waist, locking him into a hug before his teeth dug into Wu Suowei’s earlobe. At the same time, he rubbed the soft belly he missed resting his head on to hear and feel his pup’s little kicks when she was still inside.
“Aahh…” Wu Suowei shuddered—his own cock pulsating under the torment.
His husband’s tongue swirled on the soft skin, his lips capturing the earlobe into a wet suck. Wu Suowei curled into a ball on the mattress, pressing his forehead on the bedsheet. It felt too much!
The bed on the right side creaked as Chi Cheng pushed closer from behind.
“DaBao, I’ve missed you so much.” Chi Cheng whined softly in his ear as pressure built up in his groin.
His wife met his words with a whimper, moving his body back onto him in an urgent invitation.
Chi Cheng’s fingers brushed along his stomach until they reached his wife’s chest—but his wrist was caught, movements halted instantly. Wu Suowei pressed his own arm down on the other’s.
“Why?” Chi Cheng watched his tone, careful not to sound too pressing. But he still let on to the other that such rejections had him feeling confusingly dismayed.
Face still buried in the bedsheet, Wu Suowei broke into more whimpers.
Chi Cheng coaxed, voice almost whispering, “WeiWei, look at me.”
Wu Suowei shook his head, clutching a handful of the bedsheet.
Chi Cheng’s chest rose and fell faster, millions of thoughts swarming his mind. What he had feared seemed more probable now. He found out from the intensive research he had done that in the post-partum phase, many Omegas could disconnect emotionally, physically and mentally from their partners. The reason for this being built-up resentment triggered by fatigue and anxiety. Chi Cheng’s arms loosened from the hug.
Wu Suowei felt the exact moment his husband went from confused to tense behind him. He let go of the bedsheet and turned to the other side, instantly burying his face into the crook of the other’s neck, inhaling Chi Cheng’s pheromones. His body relaxed as he continued breathing it, at the same time hugging him tightly. Chi Cheng sent his hands on the other’s back, hugging dearly as his heart thrummed through every single anxious thought that popped up in his mind, inhaling Wu Suowei’s fragrant scent but still feeling insanely depressed about their future.
“It’s not what you’re thinking!” Wu Suowei patted his back, voice low, his touch as gentle as when he coaxed their BaoBao.
Relief flooded Chi Cheng’s chest immediately as the words pulled him back from a bottomless dark.
Chests leaning against one another, faces buried in each other’s neck, their breaths stirred back to steadiness once more.
Chi Cheng’s fingers dug into the thick fabric coating his wife’s skin. “Then why have you been rejecting my advances?” Careful not to sound too loud. He gulped through a dry throat, bearing himself against the pain, still scared of what the reason could be. He waited, inhaling more of Wu Suowei’s honeyed scent, nuzzling lightly against his neck.
“It hurts.” He whispered. As simple as that, Wu Suowei thought.
Chi Cheng pulled back from the hug, holding his wife at arm’s length as his eyes darted over his still-clothed body. Panic-striken. He readied himself to get up and cradle their BaoBao in his arms, almost lifting his arms up to the bedside to grab the car keys. Until—
Wu Suowei sent his hands over, grabbed the other’s arms and pulled his husband toward him again, shaking his head lightly to say there was no need to drive him to the hospital.
“Where does it hurt?” Chi Cheng did his best to speak as quietly as possible, because if BaoBao woke up from any commotion, it would be an end to their much-earned bedtalk. As he finished asking, his hand laced around the other’s ass in a comforting caress. He wondered if his hole ached from stretching too wide as he pushed out their Xiao Li Ya.
Wu Suowei fought through his embarrassment, “Not down there…”
The caresses halted. Chi Cheng narrowed his eyes as he searched his wife’s flushed face before it actually clicked to him. His lips curled into a nasty smirk. His fingers moved up, seizing Wu Suowei’s waist in a bruising touch, pinning his back onto the mattress as he leaned over his wife.
“WeiWei,” Chi Cheng’s whisper dripped with mischief. “Where does it hurt?”
More pink etched on the other’s full cheeks. Wu Suowei pouted, pressing his lips tightly as he refused to give Chi Cheng what he was chasing.
“I won’t ask again.” Chi Cheng warned as his gaze darkened. “Either you say or I fuck it out of you.”
Wu Suowei let out a quiet moan at the threat, his hole clenching in need. He couldn’t wait. He lurched forward, circling his arms around Chi Cheng’s neck, sinking his teeth into the plump, soft skin, pulling it toward himself.
Chi Cheng groaned low, rousing every nerve under Wu Suowei’s skin. He pressed through gritted teeth, “So tight-lipped you are. I’ve already fucked you so many times even nutting a baby into your hole, what are you so embarrassed about?” His legs stretched Wu Suowei’s thighs wide. Chi Cheng sank deeper downward, rolling his hips into the other’s, nestling the suffocating bulge under his fabric onto his wife’s warm womb.
Wu Suowei pulled him downward, his breaths hot on Chi Cheng’s ear. He traced the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue, swallowing every shudder of his husband’s body.
Canines bit into his collarbone—Wu Suowei stifled the loud moan he wanted to let out. He couldn’t risk waking up their BaoBao. He even contemplated sending their baby to the other room for XiaoCuBao to look after her while they finished their business. But this moment right here had come after so long, had already picked momentum, he didn’t want the heat they shared to subside even for a bit.
“Testing my patience?” Chi Cheng growled as low as he could, his hips continuing their roll on Wu Suowei’s stomach, his cock rubbing exactly where his semen would be planted to make another baby.
Wu Suowei shivered through embarrassment, lips tightly shut as he blushed from the torment, gulping down every single moan he wanted to cry out—not for long, though.
Chi Cheng’s hands brushed up, rough, urgent, pushing his sweater above his nipples, outing them to the cold in the room and the scorching temperature of his body.
Breaths hitched, one in shock, the other in hunger.
The bubs were already swollen red, perking upward from breastfeeding earlier. Now they pressed even more upward from want.
Amusement pulled at Chi Cheng’s lips. Wu Suowei’s eyes teared up from the torment of having been caught and being left with nowhere to hide.
“Is this where you hurt?” Chi Cheng’s voice was hoarse. The slightly crazed look in his eyes told Wu Suowei that he wouldn’t let the matter go.
Chi Cheng yanked his wife’s sweater upward some more—Wu Suowei gasped at the suddenness. He crossed his arms above his nipples, hiding them away as if that would calm the storm brewing in his husband’s balls. Chi Cheng lifted himself up, his large hands dragging Wu Suowei’s sweatpants down, taking in every inch that was being revealed.
His wife’s cock had already grown big, flushed and hanging downward under its own weight, small beads of precum forming and trickling down Wu Suowei’s perineum, some curving into his hole, others landing with loud taps on the bedsheet.
Chi Cheng puffed out a soft, happy laugh, excited beyond words as his eyes caressed the faint stretch marks just above Wu Suowei’s cock. “What did you go commando for?”
Wu Suowei’s eyes widened—of course because he was expecting his husband to fuck him like he did every single night before he got pregnant. After they found out though it was another discussion altogether. But yes, if they didn’t have enough time to undress amid BaoBao waking up and then feeding her before putting her back to sleep, Wu Suowei thought it’d be easier if he wore one layer less. Chi Cheng could just pull his sweatpants down and take him from behind in a quickie.
As if reading Wu Suowei’s thoughts, Chi Cheng bent down, peppering gentle kisses along those lines that bore witness to the life they had brought onto their world. Wu Suowei’s arms left his chest. His fingers curled into his husband’s hair as he cherished the remnants of an arduous labour.
Lifting himself up once again, Chi Cheng pulled down his own sweatpants, revealing his throbbing length, drooping with hardness as it still curved slightly upward. Precum wet the glans in a painful red. He yanked his own shirt off before pressing his hips into Wu Suowei’s, his palms on either side of his wife’s head.
“Nhnnghh…”
Wu Suowei’s breaths shook.
Their shafts aligned in long, slick slides, coaxing their scents out of their bodies to draw them closer in a heated passion. Chi Cheng’s hips glided upward and downward—slow, dragging. He knew how clammed up Wu Suowei was of his own desires. Most of the time, he had to rely on fucking him senseless before his wife would start confessing.
“Still not speaking?” Chi Cheng snapped, careful though not to startle their BaoBao. “Just say you want me to fuck your mouth open!”
Eyes slightly reddened from brimming tears, Wu Suowei stifled his cries.
Chi Cheng pressed onto his stomach, rubbing their cocks in harsher movements. Wu Suowei locked all sounds he wanted to scream out in his throat. Until—
Two firm hands cupped just below his nipples.
“AH—” He stopped mid-cry, eyes widened. Chi Cheng stiffened above him too, not breathing for a few seconds to better catch any sounds that might come from the cradle. BaoBao was breathing steadily. They both let out long sighs of relief.
Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei’s hazy gaze, pressing the sensitive skin gently. Yet even the gentle touch felt too much of a burden on his wife’s aching flesh. “Is this where it hurts?”
Wu Suowei whimpered, his lips curling downwards as one line of tear dripped down on each of his temples. From a bittersweet pain and lust. He gripped Chi Cheng’s wrist, pushing them toward his nipples as if teaching him moves that would soothe him, wincing and moaning breathlessly as pressure built around the rise on his chest.
Chi Cheng’s palms continued cupping around his nipples—just now his thumbs rolled tenderly on the swollen buds, at times circling his aerolae, the ones he hadn’t had a taste of in a long time, the ones that their BaoBao had claimed as her own. A mild distaste of jealousy flooded Chi Cheng’s mouth at the thought. He flicked the peaks upward as his eyes flashed with possessiveness.
“Whose are these?” He asked, voice turning into something sharp.
Wu Suowei knew there was only one right answer. He had lived long enough with Chi Cheng to know when he could edge him and when he had to answer earnestly when questions concealed looming threats. Still, he loved that crazed look on his husband. So he pouted and said, “BaoBao’s.”
Chi Cheng’s chest rose and fell in a dull ache. Deft fingers pressed downward on the buds. Wu Suowei let out a throaty cry as he sank his nails on Chi Cheng’s wrists. “Hu—hurts!”
“I will ask. One. More. Time.” Chi Cheng punctuated with sharp grinds against Wu Suowei’s cock.
“Nhhnngghhh…” Wu Suowei closed his eyes as more tears rolled down his temples, hot and heavy from lust.
Chi Cheng’s thumbs circled the peaks into rising some more, his breaths—long and hot—brushing Wu Suowei’s face through the torment. “Whose are these WeiWei?”
“There’s only one person sucking them these days!” Wu Suowei snapped in a whisper. “Who else do you think they belong to?” He continued in slight annoyance, “You?”
Chi Cheng glided his body a little downward, his cock poking at Wu Suowei’s entrance, his stomach heavy and hard against Wu Suowei’s cock. Meeting his wife’s gaze as he cupped underneath his nipples firmly, Chi Cheng’s head tilted to one side before his lips parted hungrily. He stuck the tip of his tongue out and pressed on the left bud—touch feather-light but the pressure of his desire too heavy.
Wu Suowei’s body trembled under him. “Hmmhh…” His fingers weaved around a handful of strands, pulling gently as he asked, “More!”
Chi Cheng tilted his head to the other side, wrapping the aerola in his wet kiss.
“Aahhh…” Wu Suowei melted into his touch, the relief he had been chasing for days finally reaching him beyond what he had imagined. His nipples were still throbbing, only this time, with want.
“Baby, tell me…” Chi Cheng pressed in a whine, “Who do these belong to?” The tip of his tongue stroked the peaks more roughly now.
“You!” Wu Suowei finally indulged, though in a daze. It was his own way of rewarding his husband for the effort he was putting in soothing the dull pain he had literally been carrying in his chest.
“Hhmmm…” Chi Cheng moaned as he closed his lips around one bud, this time sucking until his mouth filled with warm liquid. He pulled out and lifted himself up, eyes widened as he swallowed. He blinked like a fool as he stared down at his wife.
Wu Suowei froze, all the lust clouding his thoughts clearing instantly. This was exactly what he had been scared of. Both losing themselves in pleasuring each other, letting Chi Cheng roll his tongue on his nipples and suck, he was bound to taste his milk and be horrified by it.
Embarrassed, he made up his mind. He would sleep in BaoBao’s room with BaoBao and leave Chi Cheng alone in their room until he stopped lactating. He could continue jerking himself off or just ask Chi Cheng to fuck him from behind and continue hiding away his nipples under his huge sweaters. That would also leave Chi Cheng safe from feeling grossed out about the stains the milk left on his clothes everytime his nipples leaked.
In just a few seconds, countless unpleasant thoughts gripped Wu Suowei as tight as the anxiety that forced him away from his husband.
Wu Suowei tried rolling away but Chi Cheng caged him between his raised arms. His husband plopped down, his chin in the middle of Wu Suowei’s tender chest. “The most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” Chi Cheng blinked before looking down and pressing soft kisses on the risen peaks. He understood, finally, how worried Wu Suowei must have been about his reaction—juggling with his own insecurities about them fucking, making love, and his milk accidentally leaking across his chest in pleasure. Must have been very loud, ugly thoughts in his mind that he forgot he had married a savage man, one that was completely obsessed with every part and inch of his body and soul.
“So…I get to taste your cum and milk, both?” The corners of Chi Cheng’s lips slanted into a sly smile, “Yummy.”
Wu Suowei’s cheeks flushed in an aggressive, urgent pink. He held his arms up, clasping Chi Cheng’s hair and pulling down as he thrust his back in a high arch, “Help me—” His breaths hitched as the wetness of his husband’s mouth flooded his right aerola. His chest swelled in a swooning comfort.
“Chi Cheng…” Wu Suowei whined as bigger tears spilled from the corner of his eyes. “Hurts because…”
Chi Cheng looked up, answering through sucks, “Mn? Why baby?”
“Because they are full…Ahhh…” Wu Suowei moaned as Chi Cheng lips smacked close around his bud, sucking fiercely, drawing a mouthful of milk out. “Because…they are heavy…” Chi Cheng swallowed the other peak in his mouth, his teeth biting lightly, the pressure of his tongue forcing the milk out in abundance.
“So delicious…” Chi Cheng squeezed out as his lips tightened into a kiss around the other bud again.
Wu Suowei let out a trembled sigh as Chi Cheng teased the milk out in a deliberate, sharp flick of his tongue. So lost in their own breastfeeding agenda, they forgot BaoBao. As if sensing what was happening inside and disappointed in the parents’ behaviour, XiaoCuBao slithered in through the gap in the door and up the cradle, settling in a corner of the baby’s nest.
Chi Cheng leaned over and dragged their pillows to Wu Suowei’s waist. He sank his fingers there before lifting his wife’s body up, wrapping his legs on either side of his hips and placing the pillows down underneath his lower back.
Wu Suowei covered his mouth with his palms, the only way he could keep in his moans and avoid waking up BaoBao. Chi Cheng rolled his fingers around Wu Suowei’s entrance—groaning low in satisfaction after finding his wife was already way too wet for him.
The doctor had asked them to wait at least six weeks before sexual intercouse. Chi Cheng paused, unsure. Only for Wu Suowei to reassure him, “Doesn’t hurt. Just sensitive.”
With a sharp snap of his hips, he stretched Wu Suowei open, plunging too deep too quickly, sending his hands to cup underneath his wife’s nipples again, forcing out remnants of milk he had produced. Wu Suowei’s breaths and moans caught in his throat, eyes narrowed to slits at the pressure, pressing out the brimming tears.
“Hmm…hmmm…”
Muffled moans, gulping and smacking sounds filled the room.
Chi Cheng drove in and out of him in sharp, deep thrusts, leaning down every so often to lick the leaking liquid off his wife’s chest, praising Wu Suowei for making the most delicious milk ever.
Until nothing came out of the buds.
Chi Cheng had milked him dry.
Wu Suowei opened his arms for the other to hug him, “I want you…” He moaned in a whisper, craving closeness, itching for their burning skins to rub against each other.
His husband sank lower until he was leaning on top of him, pounding into him mercilessly, his balls slapping against his entrance, crashing their lips together, tongues swirling in a maddening pace as Chi Cheng’s hands caressed the side of Wu Suowei’s body, and Wu Suowei sunk his nails on Chi Cheng’s back, clawing and dragging, marking him needily.
“So delicious…” Chi Cheng continued praising as his hips shoved in small, deep thrusts now, relishing Wu Suowei’s tight walls clenching around his length. Wu Suowei dug his teeth into his shoulder, lifting his hips higher so he could get rammed into more easily.
“Such a slut…” Chi Cheng pressed his lips on Wu Suowei’s ear as he quickened his pace. Wu Suowei grabbed his husband’s face, his teeth clacking at the pace. He opened his mouth and Chi Cheng captured it, tongue sliding against tongue.
In the rush of heat, a fierce release of scent, BaoBao stirred in her sleep once but XiaoCuBao tapped the end of its body on her legs to soothe her.
On their bed, Chi Cheng punctuated every dirty thought into Wu Suowei’s body, “I’ll fuck as many babies into you as possible.” Wu Suowei nodded as his fingers glided on Chi Cheng’s sweat-soaked face. “You’ll feed me your warm milk then.”
Uh-oh. Wu Suowei thought—caught—a new obsession had been formed.
Wu Suowei pressed small kisses on the other’s lips, soothing his craze, nodding because there was nothing else he could do. It was a give and take situation. Chi Cheng would suck the dull out of his chest and he would feed his fiend of a husband.
“WeiWei!” He snapped, “Answer me!”
“Ye—yes”
Chi Cheng’s thrusts stuttered but didn’t stop. He plunged deep, his cock thickening against the furthest walls of Wu Suowei’s insides, anchoring himself there in an irreversible seal.
Warmth lathered in Wu Suowei’s slick hole. Chi Cheng pushed in a sharp thrust, smearing his semen as deep as he could, planting himself there in a way that it couldn’t be undone.
Wu Suowei sighed. “Fuck You.” He was sure to have another grueling nine-month journey very soon. “Don’t complain if I heave around your cock when you sink it into my mouth.”
Memories of Wu Suowei’s disgusted face and sour mouth as he tried taking his cock in his mouth during pregnancy flashed in Chi Cheng’s mouth. But that could never stop him. “I’ll find ways to make you find it delicious as you suck it.” He plunged on top of Wu Suowei’s chest, wrapping him in tender warmth as he added, “I’ll make you want to keep it in your mouth.”
BaoBao sucked Wu Suowei’s bud in mirth, swooning in the comforting pheromones his daddy released, nesting in the nerve-calming scent of his papa. Chi Cheng wanted to continue watching but he thought there would not be any other perfect window to make his coffee. He planted a soft kiss on their Bao's small feet and Wu Suowei’s forehead before making his way to the kitchen.
He opened the fridge and fetched the small glass bottle from inside. Opening the lid, he smelled the fragrant milk, now creamy from being stored in the cold. Careful not to contaminate it and risk being scolded by Wu Suowei, Chi Cheng poured some into his coffee from a measured height. The next minute, the glass bottle was sitting non-chalantly at the top of the fridge again, as if it had not been touched by anyone.
Wu Suowei walked in just as Chi Cheng closed the fridge door and peeked into his coffee mug, brows furrowing slightly as he noticed the white mixing with the dark liquid.
“What’s with you today?” He questioned, his mind fiddling with the new obsession his husband had formed. Chi Cheng had always had black coffee before. He hated milk in his coffee with a passion.
Chi Cheng visibly tensed. His lips twitching as he wracked his brain for an answer.
“I thought you were obsessed with my milk only?” Wu Suowei felt a little distraught, he couldn’t deny. Chi Cheng could have helped him empty his nipples instead of depending on the coffee or milk from the carton.
“It’s nutritious after all!” Chi Cheng laughed dryly as he mixed the coffee well, gulping it all down in one go, kissing the soft lips of his wife before practically running out of the house.
Wu Suowei shook his head at the thought of how weird his husband was. He opened the fridge to fetch the glass bottle he had stored his milk in to feed BaoBao during the day.
He frowned the moment he saw how the amount had significantly decreased before he put two and two together—”CHI CHENG YOU ASSHOLE!”