004. just a bite

[takasugi]

Aaa 👊💥
magi 👊💥
kun 👊💥

( he's always wanted to do this first...

as they prepare for their departure from this world, takasugi works on the interior of their small commercial vessel. they need to ensure that safety measures are in place and connect the wires between the proto-arahabaki's mechanisms and the boat's engine. or at least, takasugi needs to, and as fun as it would be to do everything live and leave their chances up to fate, he'd much rather not for once. their safe passage is everything.

most importantly, though, the work is starting to stir his muscles with a need for something that borders on affliction. the nice weather and spring season are probably making him more restless than usual, surely, and while it's easy to endure and move on... takasugi knows he probably doesn't have to. )

How's my sugar baby faring?
It's busy-busy out here by my lonesome... and with you on my phone and all,
It had me thinking of you
So
Send me a little encouragement, maybe
What're you wea
Doing
What're you doing, I mean

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1/2 cw: it's 🍼 all the way down

[hanikamu]

[ Rinne thunders down the steps and makes a beeline for the kitchen. Thirty minutes to get rid of this weight in his chest and embarrassing stink. Ever since his body started lactating, he'd been saving it all for his nightly sessions with Niki. Writing often distracted himself from the pain, but maybe persevering all day wasn't the right way to go about this. Niki told him it would be easier for him to just keep bottling the stuff, but Takasugi would have found those eventually, wouldn't he? There are no bottles in their kitchen now. Maybe if there were, he could save some for Niki. Will a bowl do? If he runs out of time, maybe he can toss it down the drain and rinse the sink clean...

He has to be fast. He rummages through the cupboards, passing over metal and wood like a storm. He slams a stainless steel bowl down the counter with a clang, and for one long minute, shame seizes control of his hands before he can lift his shirt over his aching broad chest.

His nipples, which have since grown into wide pink discs, are already leaking at the tips. One peak gets a pinch, and a spray of milk splashes against the bowl's shiny surface. Only then does it hit: it's the first time he's ever done this. There's no time to think about it. He massages each firm pec with purpose, urging his cream to pour into the bowl.

It isn't pouring fast enough. ]

Mmh... Niki was right. I'm so fucking stupid...