Vash looks at his reflection, turning to the side to examine his bare chest. His right breast has filled out more. It’s also red and swollen. He was expecting this to happen while pregnant (he’s barely showing) but he didn’t foresee the annoyance his tit would give him.
Lately, the fat there has been giving him grief, keeping him up at night and during the day when his shirt rubs against the nipple. Massaging it provides some relief but Vash feels awkward being handsy when he cups and scratches at his chest. He’s embarrassed to ask Wolfwood for help even though he would gladly do it. So, Vash just ignores the soreness.
This morning though, the soreness is unbearable.
Vash cups his breast, groaning as he massages the skin with his eyes closed. It barely provides him any relief, biting his lips in frustration as he rubs himself. A noise nearby startles him and he opens his eyes to see Wolfwood standing by the bathroom doorway blinking at him. Vash turns red, covering his chest with one arm.
Wolfwood stares at his chest where his hand was touching. “Need a little help?”
“Uhm.” Wolfwood wasn’t supposed to see this. “It’s okay, it’ll go away.”
Wolfwood steps into his space, ignoring his dismissal. He gently holds his wrist and moves it away to reveal his inflamed tit. He frowns at it. “This has bothered you for a while now, yeah?”
Vash deflates—Wolfwood had noticed him scratching at his chest. “Yeah,” he says with a grimace.
Wolfwood murmurs, “Come here.” He walks backwards towards the bed, pulling Vash along until he sits on the mattress. Vash straddles his thighs with one hand on his shoulder. Wolfwood holds him by the waist while he looks at the erect nipple in front of him. Vash fidgets under his gaze, waiting for him to make a move.
Reaching with a hand, Wolfwood’s warm palm engulfs his breast, big enough to cover it. Then he puts pressure and rubs in a circular motion. Vash’s breath hitches at the stimulation. Wolfwood's hands are rougher than his own over his sensitive chest. It feels good, really good than it has any right to be as Wolfwood continues to massage the soreness. Must be the pregnancy and hormones making him sensitive.
Wolfwood glances up at him. “Good?”
Vash nods, not trusting his voice or he'll make an embarrassing sound. Wolfwood continues with his ministrations, kneading the fat with light squeezes and the grind of his palm. Vash tries not to move too much but it’s hard when his tit is getting fondled, by Wolfwood no less.
“Is it still sore?” Wolfwood asks without stopping his movements.
“A bit,” Vash rasps. Wolfwood’s hand is doing a good job of redirecting his mind to somewhere further down his body, warmth pooling low in his abdomen. He’s growing wet with just one hand on his chest. Embarrassing.
Wolfwood hums, “I got an idea.”
Vash doesn’t hide the whine that leaves his mouth when Wolfwood pulls his hand away. His tit is left even more puffy from the stimulation. Wolfwood’s hands slide behind to the small of his back and pull him closer to his face. Vash jumps when Wolfwood places kisses on his chest, over the fat tissue and around the nipple. Then teeth join as Wolfwood nips at the skin, making Vash squirm, fueling his arousal. Wolfwood’s hot breath fans his tit.
“Wolfwood, what are you—” Vash gasps when Wolfwood takes the nipple into his mouth and sucks. He grips Wolfwood’s hair to steady himself, writhing from the tingling sensation shooting from his nipple and down his body. It goes straight to his cunt that pulses between his legs, wetting his underwear. He shuts his eyes and thinks oh god I might come like this.
Vash pants, unable to move away from Wolfwood who’s keeping him firmly in place to leave possessive bite marks, keeping him upright while his thighs shake. The sting of the bites makes his cunt throb and wanting attention. Wolfwood licks the marks before lapping at his bud, teasing it with the flick of his tongue and teeth.
Vash tries willing away his impending orgasm but he can’t when Wolfwood is playing with and sucking his tender nipple, helping to relieve him but it's making him horny, cunt dripping without touch.
It’s too much.
Vash pulls Wolfwood’s hair in warning. “Wolfwood, I'm—” One harsh suck on his tit has Vash crying out as a burst of relief hits him and he comes untouched, drenching his briefs and sleep pants. He bucks his hips with a whine. There’s no friction to ride out the high.
Wolfwood pulls away to let out a, “Oh my god.”
Catching his breath, Vash opens his eyes to see Wolfwood staring at him with awe. There's something smeared on his lips. The same fluid leaks down from Vash’s tit—he's lactating.
Wolfwood grabs him by the neck to drag him down for a rough kiss. Vash can only moan while Wolfwood licks into him, possessive tongue mapping his louth. He bites down on Vash’s lip before letting him go.
“Gonna spoil you now,” he husks against his lips. Getting Vash to come with only his mouth makes him want to bully another orgasm out. It does wonders for his ego. He pulls down Vash’s soiled pants and underwear to reveal his wet cunt.
“Darling,” Wolfwood coos. He grazes his slit with a finger. “Need me to take care of you some more?”
Vash shivers at the finger caressing his folds. “Please.”
Wolfwood obliges by dipping a finger into his cunt. Vash bears down on the digit, sighing as he clenches around it. Wolfwood puts his mouth back on his tit, cleaning the fluid coming out of it with the flat of his tongue before sucking it, getting more of the liquid out of him. The pressure on his breast lightens as Wolfwood’s mouth milks him. It sends pleasure down his body, making his legs tremble and no longer able to keep upright with the finger in his cunt and the mouth bullying his tit.
“I can’t—” Vash whimpers, legs straining from sitting up too long.
Wolfwood moves, wrapping the arm on his back around him and turning around to have him lie on the bed in one motion without removing his hand or mouth. It leaves Vash dizzy but heady at the display of strength.
Vash wiggles his hips, squeezing around Wolfwood’s finger. “Another.”
Wolfwood hums, the vibration sending sparks into his chest just as he slides another finger into his cunt. He uses his free hand to squeeze the breast, kneading it while he sucks. Vash throws his hand back into the mattress and moans. His walls flutter around the digits as his orgasm approaches rapidly.
Wolfwood lets go of his nipple, lips shining with spit. “C’mon sweetheart give me another,” he growls, inserting a third finger into cunt and fucks him faster with them. He drops a hard bite around the nipple just as he grinds his fingers deep.
Vash comes at the mix of pain and pleasure, keening as slick spurts out of him, staining Wolfwood’s wrist and the sheets. He clutches Wolfwood’s hair to keep his mouth on him while he rides on his finger into overstimulation. One roll of his hips and he collapses on the bed, exhausted and breast tender for different a reason.
Wolfwood lets him rest for a moment, removing his soiled clothes before grabbing a towel from the bathroom to wipe him clean of spit and slick. Vash cringes at the pang when the fabric grazes his irritated it. He looks down to see a mess of bruises in the shape of bite marks.
“I think I overdid it,” Wolfwood says unapologetically with a grin.
Vash groans. At least Wolfwood got rid of the problem. His breast feels lighter and less swollen now Wolfwood has drank the milk from it.
Wolfwood helps him shimmy into new clean clothes before climbing on the bed next to him. The fabric of his shirt brushes up against his irritated nipple so he decides to forgo wearing one, going topless. Wolfwood laughs at him when he throws the shirt across the room.
Wolfwood rests his hand on the small bump on his stomach and kisses his temple. “Let me know if you need help with the soreness.”
Vash playfully elbows him at the offer and what it would entail—getting off on Wolfwood’s mouth again.
He asks for Wolfwood’s help next time his tit is sore.