... you're willing to do lactation kink? pretty please could i have sam just be suckled and groped and squished and kneaded and massaged and drank from and suckled and licked and lapped up by dean?
Samâs chest has been aching with pressure, his pecs getting heavier, more swollen, since he found out he was pregnant. He knew why â he wasnât stupid â but it was still irritating. And he still had twenty weeks to go.
He didnât say a word, though. He would never even consider saying anything even remotely negative related to the life that was growing inside him â the life he and Dean created. He loved the little baby so much already, and honestly, he was looking forward to nursing it. He was a little embarrassed to say so, but he was already falling into the more motherly role and was more than happy to accept it.
But man was it inconvenient when he had to change shirts because he leaked through them, or when he had to walk around with a hard-on for half the day because the way fabric brushed against his chest was just too good.
Sam wasnât sure if Dean was more perceptive than he acted or if it was a happy accident, but he didnât care either.
The pregnancy fucked with Samâs hormones, which meant when he wasnât eating gross greasy bacon burgers and fries dipped in chocolate, he was horny, and Dean was more than happy to help with either problem.
And truthfully, Samâs nipples had always been sensitive, but Dean obviously wasnât expecting milk to flood his mouth when he latched his mouth on one and sucked. He groaned in surprise and stared at Samâs chest like it was going to bite him.
Samâs face flushed bright red, and he wished he could just disappear into the mattress. Despite the fact that Dean â Jesus â drinking from him was all sorts of hot and felt fucking amazing, he could not believe he just fucking leaked milk in his brotherâs mouth.
âFuck,â Dean muttered, and Sam prepared to just sit up and take care of his aching erection himself. Until Dean climbed over him and groaned, âOh holy fuck thatâs hot.â He latched onto Samâs nipple again and sucked. Hard. Samâs back arched off the bed, and he was so beyond words that all he could do was whine and moan and beg.
The relief was like nothing he had ever felt before in his life, the pressure in his chest lessening on one side. By the time Dean switched to the other side, he was humping into Samâs hip. Sam didnât even think his brother was aware he was doing it, but he didnât much care because he was this close to coming completely untouched.
The sight of Dean, eyes closed in bliss, lips latched around his nipple, and throat working around mouthfuls of milk â it was all too much. Sam held his brotherâs head to his chest and came hard and long and earth-shattering between them, Dean following right behind.
Dean collapsed beside him but kept close, wrapping Sam in his arms and resting a hand on his swollen stomach.
âIf you ever need help like that again,â he whispered, nuzzling Samâs neck. âAll you have to do is ask.â
