When George finally got pregnant with Fundy’s first child, he’d been ecstatic. They’d been planning to have kids for a while and trying their best to get pregnant. Both had decided they were ready to start building a family and opted out of using condoms anymore. It had actually taken longer than either thought it would, Fundy had been knotting multiple times a day and they were still coming up with nothing. And as fun as it was to let Fundy keep breeding him, they both were getting a little nervous about the possibility that they couldn’t have children. Then it happened.
Both hadn’t been able to stop smiling after they found out they were going to be parents. As the months went on, George started noticing certain changes in his lover. None of them were bad, but Fundy was spending more time around him. He just wanted to keep an eye on his mate and his baby. He’d only gotten clingier, becoming more protective over George as well and trying to limit who got too close to him as he got closer to having their child. That was why George wasn’t surprised when Fundy cuddled with him every chance he could once he started nesting.
That was how he found himself cuddled up in bed with his husband curled into his side, resting his head on one sensitive breast. George’s chest was quickly growing in size, already bigger than he imagined they’d be. They weren’t huge, but the difference was definitely noticeable and Fundy had found himself enthralled by them. As he laid there, his free hand gently kneaded the other side of George’s chest. It had been hard to keep Fundy’s hands off of them lately and George had given up on trying. But he found himself wincing when Fundy got a bit rough.
“Easy, love. They’re sensitive,” George scolded gently and Fundy’s ears laid back a bit, but he eased off. He didn’t want to hurt his lover. Instead, he moved to push the knitted white sweater up George’s chest and over his breasts. “Be careful,” He reminded and Fundy nodded before leaning in to lick at one of his nipples. George’s fingers tightened in his hair, ready to push him away if he realized he couldn’t take it. But Fundy stayed gentle. His tail swished as he continued licking and suckling at the nipple, his hands coming up to squeeze and rub at the surrounded skin.
George wasn’t sure what his fascination was, but he wasn’t going to deny him something so harmless. He couldn’t pretend it didn’t feel good either as Fundy kept himself gentle with his lover. His hands shifted a bit and he suckled a bit harder. This time, something sweet shot into his mouth and George gasped. Fundy was about to pull away, worried he had hurt the other, but George only pulled him closer to his chest. The new movement felt unbelievably good, releasing tension in George’s chest that he didn’t know had been building up there. Maybe it was why he was so sensitive.
“Keep going. Please,” George breathed out and that tone made Fundy’s head swim. His ears twitched as he continued sucking at the nipple in his mouth, trying to stay careful even though he was excited and wanted more to come out. When he was rewarded with another mouthful of liquid, he was only spurred on more by the warmth and the taste. He felt more blood rushing to his cock as his mate whined with pleasure. He was doing that, he was the one making his partner feel better. And he couldn’t help how it was affecting him, hips shifting a bit against George.
He liked George’s growing chest so much. Part of him wanted to just bury his face in his chest and fall asleep there. A bigger side of him wanted to fuck his partner on his back just to watch his tits bouncing. Or maybe even placing his cock between them and fucking against him until his cum was mixing with his milk. Of course, he’d lick him clean afterwards and make sure his lover was taken care of. But he knew he wouldn’t risk hurting his lover, especially this late in his pregnancy, so he settled for suckling at his breast and rutting against his thigh instead.
George’s leg was warm and bare, only clad in a pair of boxers, and it felt so nice. And it was enough for now. His thighs tightened on George’s leg and rutted against him wildly. This wasn’t about Fundy’s pleasure anyway, he tried to remind himself. He was taking care of his Omega now. Fingers stroked through his hair, encouraging him to keep going and he didn’t think he could stop if he wanted to. George hadn’t produced any milk up until now, but it set something alight inside of Fundy. It made him hyper aware of the fact this was his mate and they were going to have kits soon.
He couldn’t get enough of the liquid filling his mouth with every swallow. It was warm and sweet, a constant reminder that he had successfully bred George. And yeah, it gave him a sense of pride knowing he had done this. Nobody would be able to look at his mate and not know that he was taken. With that thought in his mind, he finally came against George with a soft whine. Normally, he’d be embarrassed by filling up his boxers like he was a teenager again. But he couldn’t bring himself to care now, not when his mate was moaning quietly and he tasted so sweet in the back of his throat.
“You’re so handsome,” George hummed as Fundy let the nipple fall from his mouth. He licked at the wet skin instead, kissing at the soft flesh. It had stopped providing anything for him. As time went on, George would build up a better supply of milk. But for now, he whined when he realized this side had gone dry. “Don’t fuss. You still need to do the other side,” George smiled and helped his lover to the other side of his chest instead. If this meant he got to have Fundy nursing from him, maybe it wasn’t so bad. He found himself tired as his mate found his other nipple, peaceful as he was taken care of.
