Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/3653.html?thread=1054021#cmt1054021 Yes it's that time my friends. We have made it 7 prompts deep and I'm kicking in the male lactation door.
Things I want: + Omega!Joe/Alpha!Nicky + Domesticity with already maybe having a few other kids + Nicky wanting to put a new baby in Joe and Joe being 100% down for it + And of course, lactation kink, does not necessarily have to be nursing from Nicky on Joe, but massaging, teasing, yes. Worship dem tiddies.
... I may have gotten stuck on the domestic. +++
He should have been used to this by now, but it still left Nicky breathless every time.
Propped up in their bed in a nest of pillows, Joe was shirtless, their son suckling at his teat. The afternoon light caught in his curls and crowned him with a halo. Nicky had seen saints that looked less divine.
Joe was going to be sore in a bit. Ameel was teething. It was going to be bad for a little while longer. Nicky watched him wince, but Joe sank back with a breathy sigh.
"Are you just going to stand there?"
Nicky dutifully stepped closer, and with practiced ease, plucked their little bundle off Joe's chest once his feeding was done. There was a moment, expected but tense, as they waited for an outburst even when the odds were stacked against them. Then Nicky propped him against his shoulder, and pat his back, to coax out a burp.
"He full?" Nicky asked, and got a noncommittal grunt in response. Joe lounged across their bed like a king on his throne, legs akimbo. His chest looked flushed and heavy, pinked around the dark tips, a single white drop beading around his left. He was exhausted. He was gorgeous. Nicky put a hand high on his thigh, sweatpants whisper soft against his palm. "What about Daddy?"
"Dunno about him, but Dad's full of shit." Joe drawled, but he was already grinning, and they shared that between them.
Then Nicky leaned closer, baby still delicately poise, and pressed a kiss against Joe's teat, where it was red and flushed. He felt, rather than heard him hiss.
"Nicky..." A warning, but they both knew just how much Nicky could get away with. He dragged his teeth over the taut nub, flicked it with the tip of his tongue, and Joe pushed him away grumbling. Or tried to. Nicky wouldn't go. He tugged him between his teeth, felt Joe shudder.
Nicky relented, and very carefully moved until he could lean on Joe, the baby, not yet burping, but hopefully getting there. Joe's arms went around him, his nails dragging idly across Nicky's belly. If they weren't careful, they would fall asleep like this, and they had been doing so well observing scheduled naptimes.
"When's your next heat?" Nicky asked, not looking up. Joe tensed. It was painfully satisfying.
"Probably two months or so, why?" Too gruff to be anything but knowing.
"Because I'm going to knot you so hard you can't walk. We'll make Ameel an older brother."
Joe pressed a kiss to his forehead, and whispered, "Put the baby down, I'm going to wreck his father."
Ameel burped.
"Joe!"
"You started it. He's a baby, he doesn't understand language yet!"
And if Nicky had anything to say about this, he would not learn this part of language until he was thirty.
[Fill] Nicky/Joe - A/B/O, breeding kink, male lactation [1/2]
Yes it's that time my friends. We have made it 7 prompts deep and I'm kicking in the male lactation door.
Things I want:
+ Omega!Joe/Alpha!Nicky
+ Domesticity with already maybe having a few other kids
+ Nicky wanting to put a new baby in Joe and Joe being 100% down for it
+ And of course, lactation kink, does not necessarily have to be nursing from Nicky on Joe, but massaging, teasing, yes. Worship dem tiddies.
... I may have gotten stuck on the domestic.
+++
He should have been used to this by now, but it still left Nicky breathless every time.
Propped up in their bed in a nest of pillows, Joe was shirtless, their son suckling at his teat. The afternoon light caught in his curls and crowned him with a halo. Nicky had seen saints that looked less divine.
Joe was going to be sore in a bit. Ameel was teething. It was going to be bad for a little while longer. Nicky watched him wince, but Joe sank back with a breathy sigh.
"Are you just going to stand there?"
Nicky dutifully stepped closer, and with practiced ease, plucked their little bundle off Joe's chest once his feeding was done. There was a moment, expected but tense, as they waited for an outburst even when the odds were stacked against them. Then Nicky propped him against his shoulder, and pat his back, to coax out a burp.
"He full?" Nicky asked, and got a noncommittal grunt in response. Joe lounged across their bed like a king on his throne, legs akimbo. His chest looked flushed and heavy, pinked around the dark tips, a single white drop beading around his left. He was exhausted. He was gorgeous. Nicky put a hand high on his thigh, sweatpants whisper soft against his palm. "What about Daddy?"
"Dunno about him, but Dad's full of shit." Joe drawled, but he was already grinning, and they shared that between them.
Then Nicky leaned closer, baby still delicately poise, and pressed a kiss against Joe's teat, where it was red and flushed. He felt, rather than heard him hiss.
"Nicky..." A warning, but they both knew just how much Nicky could get away with. He dragged his teeth over the taut nub, flicked it with the tip of his tongue, and Joe pushed him away grumbling. Or tried to. Nicky wouldn't go. He tugged him between his teeth, felt Joe shudder.
Nicky relented, and very carefully moved until he could lean on Joe, the baby, not yet burping, but hopefully getting there. Joe's arms went around him, his nails dragging idly across Nicky's belly. If they weren't careful, they would fall asleep like this, and they had been doing so well observing scheduled naptimes.
"When's your next heat?" Nicky asked, not looking up. Joe tensed. It was painfully satisfying.
"Probably two months or so, why?" Too gruff to be anything but knowing.
"Because I'm going to knot you so hard you can't walk. We'll make Ameel an older brother."
Joe pressed a kiss to his forehead, and whispered, "Put the baby down, I'm going to wreck his father."
Ameel burped.
"Joe!"
"You started it. He's a baby, he doesn't understand language yet!"
And if Nicky had anything to say about this, he would not learn this part of language until he was thirty.