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venomhound · 28 days ago

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Hazbin Hotel - Lucifer Lactation Kink Headcanons

THIS WAS supposed to be part of a part 2 to the Lucifer Niche Kinks post. But not only did it get wayyyy too long; but I realized that I probably should add an educational section because people know nothing about breastfeeding. SO. I broke it off into its own thing.

Contents/WARNINGS: AFAB reader but gender neutral pronouns are used; all the kinky shit obviously; DISCUSSION OF PREGNANCY, BREASTFEEDING, AND CHILDREARING WEE WOO; honestly stay away from this one if you aint into having babies or that kind of talk; discussion of Lilith and Lucifer's past relationship; Im gonna drag Lucifer to therapy by his ankles (18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Educational Section ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

Im just going to throw all this breastfeeding info here in a big info dump so I can actually get into the headcanons and yall can know what Im talking about.

The first couple days after birth are critical for establishing proper milk production. Basically, even if the baby is perfect and drinks your milk (which is rare but thats not what we are talking about), you NEED to make sure your breasts are completely emptied of milk and stimulate them even past that.

This is super important because its what tells your body 'hey, make more milk for babay'

Im just gonna straight up say it: breast pumps fucking suck. Everyone complains about how uncomfortable they are, if they arent straight up painful; they are super inefficient at getting all the milk out of your breasts so they can easily leave you engorged or mess up your milk production; and some women cant even use them because they dont fit their boob shape properly or they cant relax enough when using them.

What do I mean when I say the lady cant relax enough? You have to be completely relaxed for the milk to come out. This is the biggest reason women have trouble breastfeeding. Well, that and the completely empty breasts thing messing up their milk production.

So what is the alternative? Hand expressing! Basically human milking; only not worded so bluntly/terribly. This is much better for milk production because it allows you to actually get all the milk out.

The problem is, its alot more work and time consuming then a pump. Not to mention you have to be taught the proper way to hand express. So if you dont have any of these resources, your pumping.

To make it even worse, alot of women cant relax enough when they try to hand express themselves, so they HAVE to have another person do it (most husbands are COWARDS and aren't willing to do it so, oops back to pump I guess). Or they are the opposite and have to do it themselves.

Fun fact: before pumps, women had to go to their fricken DOCTORS to have themselves milked because their own husbands wouldn't do it. Cause they COWARDS.

ANYWAY. Now that you got a background in how breastfeeding works, remember; breastfeeding is hard work actually and thank god for formula because so many babies would die without it.

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Actual Headcanons ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

Its all so natural. Lucifer loves and adores every single change happening to your body during pregnancy. The stretch marks, the weight, watching his child grow inside you. Its all just... *mwuah* So perfect to him.

Lucifer gets so dreadfully giddy when your breasts begin to swell and grow heavy late into your pregnancy. He knows it means your so close to actually being a mommy.

Honestly the best husband you could possibly have. As soon as your baby is born, Lucifer is right there to help you with anything you could possibly need. Anything.

He knows how exhausted mentally and physically you are; so Lucifer offers to hand express your milk for you after feedings. Your body just went through so much, so just let him handle that!

This is when you first notice just how... bothered he gets. Lucifer almost seems to go into a trance. His half-lidded eyes glaze over while he pants through his open mouth.

He tries so hard to keep himself under control; but he cant help but let out tiny gasps, moans, or whimpers when he feels the life giving liquid seep between his fingers.

You cannot even begin to say how thankful you are for your husband's experience however. Its a load off your shoulders. Lucifer's hands and fingers skillfully work to encourage as much milk out of your breasts as he possibly can.

However, as soon as he is done, Lucifer has to quickly excuse himself; nearly running out the door hoping you didn't notice how fucking hard he is. Or that if you did, that he didn't gross you out at the very least.

After a couple days, once your home, rested up, and Lucifer has gotten your milk production expertly established; he will try to show you how to hand express yourself. But you quickly shut that down and tell Lucifer that you would prefer if he kept doing it for you.

Lucifer is a flustered mess at the proposition but cant really argue against it. Hand expression is much easier when another person does it, not to mention exponentially faster. Its also great bonding time for the two of you. Even if Lucifer enjoys the activity a little too much...

However, neither of you have the courage to address just how much he likes it.

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Lucifer was clingy and protective during your pregnancy. But now its amped up significantly. Since the baby was born, Lucifer has been attached to you at the hip; permanently at your beck and call. Always ready to help you in anyway you might need.

Lilith was much more... independent, to put it nicely. Their marriage was already on the rocks when Charlie was born. So Lilith was determined to do everything herself and often shooed Lucifer away when he tried to help.

The fact that your not only letting Lucifer help you with your child, but actively including him in everything? Lucifer didn't think it was possible to love you more then he did. He is not going to miss a second of the child's life you have blessed him with, and so graciously included him in.

But this quickly proves to be a double edged sword. Not only does Lucifer get to dote on you and your child, but Lucifer also gets a front row seat to you and your... maternal body. And God does it do things to him.

People talk about a 'pregnancy glow,' and yeah, you were gorgeous then. But if that was glowing, you are completely radiant now. Lucifer always feels in awe of you and your post-birth body. He loves tracing your stretch marks, with his eyes, fingers, and tongue.

He also loves the extra 'baby weight' you've kept. Its literally more of you to love. You've gotten embarrassed several times because Lucifer will grab at your thighs and lovehandles while telling you how "fucking hard" you make him.

Oddly enough, you haven't heard him comment on the changes in your breasts. Not once.

Thats because Lucifer feels so guilty. He feels so guilty every time he sees how full and swollen your gorgeous breasts are. He feels guilty when he sees them leaking after feedings. The milk soaking through the front of your bra and exposing your hardened nipples.

Lucifer feels guilty about how hard he gets. Every single time. His cock already twitching in his pants just from watching you. Lucifer always ends up having to excuse himself so he can rush off and jack himself off as quickly as possible.

He is so fucking embarrassed by it too. This is parenthood; having kids; having a family. Its all so natural. Especially breastfeeding.

So why is his body perverting it so much?? Lucifer already bred you; got you pregnant. Why is his body demanding even more now that you've had his child??

God, he can't think of any other time he has had to masturbate this much.

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It takes a couple months. Months of constantly vacillating between states of sexual torture and marital bliss for Lucifer. It takes a couple months before you decided to finally test the waters; testing how turned on your husband is really getting.

"Th-there. I-I think that's all of it..." Lucifer stuttered out absentmindedly. Although Lucifer said he had gotten all your milk out, his hands remained firmly grasping your breasts. You couldn't help but look at him with a quizzical tilt to your head. This was new.

Lucifer was always quick to excuse himself; practically running out the door. He was always so fast at fleeing, that he never saw how much you smirked and laughed at him. Its not like his hard on was subtle. Even if he wasn't literally moaning in your face.

This was new. Lucifer didn't run away this time. It was as if he was completely frozen while he straddled your lap in your shared bed. The only real movement from him was the rise and fall of his shoulders from how hard he was breathing.

Lucifer only finally pulls his hands away when you force him to; so you can gently set the bottles you had used to collect your milk onto the nightstand. When you turn back to look at your husband, he is in a complete trance.

Lucifer's head is hanging slightly in shame even as his eyes remain glued to your chest. Rough, but even huffs are steadily leaving his mouth; as if he lost control of his breathing and is trying to get it back. His hands are practically white knuckling at his own thighs; your a little worried in the back of your mind that his claws might rips through his pantleg.

"Lucifer?" Your gentle voice breaks Lucifer out of his daze. His half lidded eyes pull away from your hard, wet nipples to meet your eyes. "I don't think you actually got it all, Sweetie. Why don't you try using your mouth?"

Lucifer's eyes blow wide at the mere suggestion; his pupils dilating like a predator. You swear you hear him whimper. His whole body starts trembling as his eyes dart between your heated gaze and your leaking breast. Silently asking if it was really okay.

You simply smile at him, your hands softly trailing up his thigh and giving his hands a reassuring squeeze. Lucifer licks his lips in a mixture of nervousness and barely restrained lust as he brings shaky hands up to grip at your chest.

Then its as if something in Lucifer snaps; suddenly he is diving right in and latching himself onto you.

It happens so fast. Lucifer's whining, moaning mouth sucking and licking at you furiously. Trying to get every last sweet drop out of you that he can. Every drop of your milk that enters his mouth is like a shockwave of pure electricity up Lucifer's spine.

Even in his almost rabid state, Lucifer remains ever mindful of his teeth. You can't help but whimper every time you feel them graze your hard nipples.

All this while Lucifer's hips are rutting against you in a blind frenzy. You aren't even sure Lucifer is aware he is doing it; that he is practically trying to fuck your thigh into submission. Or if he is so pent up and focused on your tits, that his hips are now acting with a mind of their own.

Lucifer releases your breast from his mouth with a wet -pop- as he squeezes his eyes shut and cries out obscenely. You can feel how hard he cums; completely soaking through the front of his pants and dampening your own.

Lucifer collapses into you; completely limp. For a moment, you thought he might have passed out. But then you hear him humming happily while he nuzzles deeper in-between your breasts.

You gently hold him closer, one of your hands carding through his soft hair as Lucifer takes a moment to recover. You swear you hear him mindlessly babbling praises into your chest. Praises of how much of a "good mommy" you are.

Lucifer drags himself up to look at you with hazy, lovedrunk eyes; breathing heavily and wearing that dorky grin you love so much. Some of your milk had escaped his frenzy, dripping down his chin and smearing along his jaw.

"Do you, uh... Need me to do your other breast too...?"

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AN: If nothing else; I hope this teaches you something about the trials of breastfeeding. Women need more education on what happens to their bodies before, during, and after childbirth.

Don't be that reddit guy who thinks girls make milk whenever they are horny.

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wuxian-vs-wangji · 3 months ago

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Love Sea Novel Excerpt: A BJ, Face-Riding, and the First Bareback

** From Chapters 20 "A Body as a Thank You" and 21 "8 out of 10 (?)"

He wanted to rely on this man.

For someone like him who never trusted or depended on anyone and didn't want anyone's insincere goodwill, the moment he heard those words, Tongrak wanted to bury his face in Mahasamut's broad shoulders. He wanted to be held tightly and be assured that his father would never return to harm his family again. But what should he do?

How should Tongrak express it so that Mahasamut would understand how desperately he needed this embrace?

Once again, Mahasamut's boldness came to his aid as the large hand slipped around his waist, pulling him close against his broad chest, the other hand slowly stroking his slender back.

"It's okay, you have me."

Normally, Tongrak would've retorted... What good does having you do?

But what Tongrak did was... grasp the back of Mahasamut's shirt.

Everything inside Tongrak calmed down instantly.

His cheek was warm as it was pressed against a shoulder. His back was warm from the caressing hand. His heart fluttered from the close embrace, and this man made him feel at peace.

It was enough for Tongrak to utter these words.

"Thank you, Mahasamut. Thank you."

Thank you for being here and for standing by me.

While the listener was momentarily stunned, a smile soon returned to grace his handsome face, Mahasamut's eyes shining with affection.

Looks like it's time to tease and change the mood a bit.

"What's that? I didn't hear you."

Mahasamut waited to see the frowning face looking up at him, the sexy, deep voice that would curse him for wanting a mile when given an inch. Not... the fair arms that rose to wrap around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss like this.

It wasn't just lips touching lips.

Bright red lips pressed firmly, a warm tongue slid into his mouth, entwining with his in a hungry dance, turning the initial surprise into a familiar response. Mahasamut's hands wrapped tightly around the slender waist, allowing the person in his arms to kiss him to his heart's content.

But Tongrak seemed insatiable.

His slender body demanded more with a flick of his tongue. Hands that once embraced his neck now cradled Mahasamut's jaw, urging him to accept an increasingly fierce kiss. The sound of saliva mingling with the lapping tongues was loud in their ears.

As Mahasamut responded, Tongrak demanded more.

They didn't know how long they kissed, but neither wanted to be the first to stop, as if wishing it could go on forever.

It was a sweet and wet kiss.

"Mmn."

Moans and heavy breaths resonated, vibrating through their mouths, shaking them both.

It had been an eternity before the slender figure finally pulled away, gasping for breath. His face was flushed, his lips bruised red, and their breaths were so close they mingled against each other's skin. The scorching breath fanned across Mahasamut's cheek as the most handsome man he'd ever seen pressed close to him, the man who'd bitten his lip, prompting Mahasamut to reach up and stroke his cheek.

"Is this your way of saying thank you?" Mahasamut asked in a low voice, looking into the eyes that reflected his own image.

And then...

"What are you doing?"

Even Mahasamut was caught off guard when Tongrak pulled away from him. The writer didn't go far. Instead, he kneeled on the floor in front of the sofa, reaching to undo Mahasamut's pants. This prompted a stern question from Mahasamut, who looked down at the man gazing up at him and then back down at the crotch of his pants.

"Can I?"

Mahasamut was nearly driven crazy as the proud face descended upon his manhood, cheeks rubbing against it before speaking in a pleading tone.

Even if Tongrak hadn't asked, he'd have given permission anyway, but this was...

The southern man, his skin tanned by the sun, could only stare at the person who was pulling his engorged member out with a look of rapturous fascination. Fair hands cradled it gently, eyes filled with desire, yet still waiting for his consent.

Then, Mahasamut said, his voice dropping even lower, fingertips brushing against Tongrak's cheek.

"Do whatever you want. I'm already yours."

The look in Mahasamut's eyes, the response in his voice, and the light touch that felt scalding against Tongrak's skin...

Tongrak wanted Mahasamut.

Tongrak's handsome face was a clear display of desire, stirring Mahasamut's primal instincts. All he could do was watch as Tongrak stroked him. Tongrak's bright tongue circled his lips before the soft, pliant mouth Mahasamut knew to be so sweetly intoxicating enveloped his core.

"Ah," Mahasamut exhaled in contentment, his emotions so intense he had to tense his thighs.

Tongrak seemed to enjoy this reaction, his warm mouth nibbling and sucking along the length, his hand's touch gliding it, his moist tongue creating a tantalizing sensation for the recipient. Mahasamut's eyes shone with unbridled desire, his blood boiling to the point where veins bulged on his strong neck.

But Tongrak wanted more.

The man stroked, sucked, and licked, the heat like embers but slick in the way that he wanted to take it fully into his mouth. Yet Tongrak refrained, deliberately circling the taut head with his tongue. He felt tenseness from the one placing his hands on his shoulders before licking the tiny hole on the tip, tasting his precum until Mahasamut growled in his throat.

"You're wicked," Mahasamut whispered hoarsely by his ear, and then...

With no hesitation, Tongrak took his erection into his mouth, his soft tongue licking along the length, lips tightly wrapped to pull and suck on the substantial size that pushed deep into his throat.

He wanted more, so much more.

The thought made the writer move faster, sucking hard, feeling the man sitting with his legs spread tense up. Mahsamut's heavy breathing fueled his own arousal.

Now, it wasn't just Mahasamut who was overwhelmed with emotion; the heat also centered in the core of Tongrak. His legs were inadvertently squeezed together, rubbing to relieve the intense craving, but he didn't want to stop his mouth either.

The sound of flesh against a soft tongue mingled with the sound of clear liquid spilling over the edge of the mouth, but Tongrak still wasn't satisfied.

"You'll hurt yourself!" Mahasamut's dark eyes blazed, and a deep voice half-growled in warning. Large hands firmly grasped Tongrak's slender shoulders because Tongrak was going to hurt himself in pain.

But instead of stopping, the man being pushed away simply pressed his cheek against the substantial size, using his tongue to lick along it. His beautiful, tear-filled eyes locked onto Mahasamut, signaling a frenzy of emotion, and his hoarse voice whispered, "Do it."

And as if afraid Mahasamut wouldn't understand, he added...

"Fuck my mouth, will you?"

Mahasamut clenched his jaw nearly to the point of breaking.

Normally, just a command would nearly kill Mahasamut, but this... with that look on Tongrak's face, begging like that...

Why wouldn't Mahasamut notice how Tongrak moved his hips and the adorable part that bulged provocatively in his pants, signaling a desperate need for release? Yet, he still insisted on satisfying him until Mahasamut abandoned any sense of responsibility.

His large hand yanked Tongrak's arm, pulling him back up on the sofa. He looked at Tongrak, who was resisting because he still wanted to play with Mahasamut's cock in his mouth. Mahasamut had to lock his wrists above his head. His legs straddled over the pretty face, just like the hot, taut member that was pressed against Tongrak's lips.

"Here it is," Mahasamut said with a hoarse voice, his large hand guiding his member to rub against the pretty lips, watching his precum smear on the soft flesh in a lascivious display.

While Tongrak's lips... parted.

Damn it!

As if he'd forgotten how to think, Mahasamut thrust his rigid part into the scorching cavity in one swift motion.

He hadn't gone all the way in, but...

"Ah!" It was the man underneath who pushed his own face forward, taking it deep into the throat!

Mahsamut's sharp eyes narrowed, trying to control himself from thrusting into such a pretty throat that felt so good it was maddening. Seeing Tongrak's pained expression, as if he couldn't breathe, Mahasamut knew that taking it all in wasn't something just anyone could do. Therefore, he tensed up to restrain himself, even as sweat dripped down his face, his hands clenched, his teeth grinding so hard that the veins in his neck bulged.

He really wanted to thrust to the very end.

"Fuck," the younger man roared, using his hands to brace against the sofa, panting heavily. His sun-kissed skin flushed a sexy red, while his fierce face still looked down at the man underneath who insisted on playing with his cock incessantly.

Tongrak still moved his head, sucking and pulling as if it were the most delicious thing in the world, and this image was about to make Mahasamut lose all patience.

"I'm sorry."

"Ughhhh!"

Mahsamut grabbed the back of Tongrak's head and pushed himself in, looking into the honey-colored eyes that shed tears in pain, but still insistently sucked and licked him. And that made the man who had been trying to hold back comply with what Tongrak wanted.

He wanted to 'fuck' this man.

"Ughhh, ah, ha!!"

The man underneath moaned through tears, but then placed his hands on the larger ones again, forcing Mahasamut to be even more aggressive. Mahasamut, who'd been restraining himself since arriving in Bangkok, lost all patience.

The sound of heavy breathing mingled with the sound of flesh thrusting deep into the narrow throat, the sound of saliva mixing with desire, becoming a rough rhythm.

"I... want to come inside."

And with that, the lewd thoughts escaped from Mahasamut's mouth.

He wanted to bury himself in the scorching walls that clenched him, to thrust to the very end and release everything, to let everyone know whom Tongrak belonged to.

And it wasn't just a desire.

"Ah, ugh."

Mahasamut thrust into Tongrak's throat all the way, then pulled out, letting Tongrak cough forcefully. He quickly moved aside, pulling down the writer's pants and boxers and tossing them down beside the sofa. Mahasamut's hands parted the slender legs, spreading them wide before spitting on his palm to use as lubricant. THen, he slid his finger deep into the tight entrance.

Fuck.

Again, Mahasamut cursed to himself as the tight, clenching entrance nearly drove him mad, not to mention the fair hips that arched up to meet his penetrating touch.

Huh, ah," Tongrak moaned incoherently.

At this moment, the burning sensation of the fingers that were prepping Tongrak was nothing compared to the immediate lust that arose as soon as the fingers penetrated the tight hole. Tongrak wanted the larger part to penetrate, to feel the burning pain that made his insides tingle and the heat flare up in his lower stomach.

"Just fuck me now," Tongrak cried out, his legs spreading even wider.

He wanted it right now!

"Ahhh!!! Huh, ah, ah," Tongrak screamed out loud as the intense heat pressed against the entrance instead of fingers. It quickly thrust deep inside, sending shivers through him, his back arching like a bow.

The tension and sting were nothing compared to the tingling thrill that spread throughout Tongrak's body, bringing tears to his eyes. His hips twitched, his hands grasping at Mahasamut's neck as he took the large shaft that was slowly but deeply thrusting into him. His flushed face tilted back, tears brimming in his eyes.

Mahsamut saw that expression clearly and pulled the slender body up to sit astride his waist. His large hands shifted to cup the fair thighs, squeezing the soft buttocks, parking them to make way, and then...

"Uh!"

Tongrak thought it was as deep as it could go, but this position drove it even deeper, making his hands claw onto the broad shoulders. His tear-streaked face buried into Mahasamut's shoulder as he moaned.

As the hips continued to move, Tongrak whimpered, his voice caught in his throat as Mahasamut forced him to ride the large core beneath him.

Each time the hot shaft penetrated his inside deeply, a hoarse moan echoed. Tongrak felt both pain and tightness but, above all, a deep satisfaction.

He liked how wild Mahasamut was with him, how fierce, but... without causing real pain.

"I can't hold back anymore."

"Ah!"

As Mahasamut finished speaking, he didn't hesitate to thrust himself more forcefully into the tight space, his large hands kneading the soft buttocks relentlessly. His thrusting hips became more violent, his lips seeking the sweet spot on Tongrak's neck, his hot tongue licking the throat, his sharp teeth biting the Adam's apple, then nibbling down on it hard.

Each bite made the one in Mahasamut's arms flinch. Tongrak dug his feet into the sofa and rubbed his midsection on the firm abdomen.

Their intensity was such that even the high-quality sofa creaked. The other thing keeping it moving was probably the carpet underneath.

They were so intense that the sounds of their bodies colliding, the exchange of saliva, and the noise of thick fluids splashing around filled the air, and then...

"Do it again, harder," the beauty in his arms teased Mahasamut relentlessly.

Mahasamut pushed the fair body down again to lie flat, to... control the rhythm himself.

Tongrak's fair skin turned a flushed red, tears streaming down his cheeks, his body writhing in intense pleasure. All of this was in Mahasamut's view as he lifted the fair leg over his shoulders, pushing into the searing heat with even more force.

"Ah, yes, good, ugh, Mahasamut."

"Damn it!"

Mahasamut thrust again, and moans filled the living room. The body beneath him shuddered, twitching violently, releasing a milky fluid across his abdomen, which only spurred Mahasamut to follow suit.

"Cum inside, uh, me, ah."

Mahasamut thought to ease up, but the pleading cries of the one beneath him, whose body was twitching, made his body defy his thoughts. It was like a command that drove him mad. He thrust to the base, feeling the tight embrace that almost shattered his jaw. He released thick fluid, flooding the soft hole until it overflowed.

Who taught Tongrak to be such a tease!?

Tongrak lay spent, panting, but the beauty had awakened his primal instincts. As soon as Mahasamut pulled out, his large hand spread the pale thighs apart, his sharp eyes observing the pretty hole that clenched tightly with milky fluid leaking out. Mahasamut licked his lips.

This time, it's all on you, Tongrak.

"Ah, what are you... doing? Ah, Mahasamut don't... don't lick it, ugh, it's dirty," the one beneath him pushed against his broad shoulders, the fair hips jerking up, the waistline trembling with pleasure.

But do you realize that your tight part was eagerly twitching with pleasure from my licking?

And yes, what Mahasamut was doing.... was sliding his tongue into the burning hole.

The action made Tongrak's eyes widen, clear tears streaming from his eyes.

"Don't..."

That command made Mahasamut's sharp eyes look up.

Tongrak was the one seducing him.

"You like it."

Mahasamut ran his tongue along the narrow crevice in one go, making Tongrak gasp. Then, he added, "So much."

With just two words, they conveyed Tongrak's thoughts completely.

Mahasamut had already mentioned that he wanted to do several things with Tongrak. If both parties consented, it'd transform from being considered perverse to a delightful sexual pleasure.

Tongrak lay down on the soft sofa, raised a hand to cover his eyes, and then whispered, "Don't stop, keep going."

And that made Mahasamut's eyes sparkle with excitement.

The tall one didn't hesitate to bury his face into the enticingly private area, his wicked tongue probing deeply into the moist crevice, feeling the twitching and tensing of the person who moaned softly, a sign of how much Tongrak enjoyed it. Meanwhile, the once weakened part was becoming hard again.

"Mahasamut, more, do it again."

Mahasamut could say for sure that this was just the beginning.

And the person who'd brought out a hidden side of him was none other than the one in his embrace, the very person who was now making seductive sounds.

It seemed that Tongrak had indeed awakened a fierce demon within.

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Beneath the soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp, a sun-kissed man stepped out of the bathroom, toweling off his hair. His sharp eyes fixed on the faint silhouette of a rounded form nestled under the thick blanket. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth, fondness evident for the one who'd escaped to bed before him.

Mahasamut tossed the towel into the laundry basket, not hesitating to slip under the same blanket.

"Who said you could get in here?"

"Oh, no one, I'm just shameless," Mahasamut replied instantly, chuckling. His large hand slipped around a slender waist, pulling the warm body into his embrace. His gaze lingered on the one who verbally protested but willingly turned to rest against his chest.

Tongrak is so damn cute.

The guy was so adorable that Mahasamut couldn't help but...

"Where are you touching!?"

The moment his large hand ventured to squeeze the soft butt, the person in his arms jolted, letting out a surprised yelp. Tongrak looked up with a pout, prompting Mahasamut to plant a quick kiss on his lips, asking softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"Why would it not? Your thing isn't so tiny," Tongrak mumbled, but despite his words, the persistent hand continued to gently stroke his backside, as if knowing Tongrak still felt a deep-seated tenderness there.

Well, it feels strange after he took that thing out. With someone that size doing it that rough, not feeling anything would be crazy.

Tongrak grumbled and then rested his cheek against the warm chest.

After their heated activities in the living room, they continued in the bedroom, ending with Mahasamut carrying Tongrak to the bathroom for a thorough wash. The kind of cleaning that involved scooping out every last sticky remnant, forgetting the image of simply cuddling to sleep after climax. Tongrak said that was too messy!

So now, Tongrak laid freshly scented and content on a bed with newly changed sheets.

And it certainly wasn't Tongrak who changed them.

Mahasamut, the one who changed the sheets and bathed him, also being the last to shower, looked at the fair-skinned person with sparkling eyes. The desire to pinch those fair cheeks and kiss those pouting lips was overwhelming. Perhaps the thought was too intense, for the squeezing hand pressed a bit too firmly, prompting a punch on the chest by the one in his embrace.

"How long are you going to keep squeezing?"

"Well, can I tease you with a finger then?"

Mahasamut meant a tease involving a finger in that part.

At this moment, Mahasamut's fingers slipped into the unguarded crevice, gently smoothing the tender entrance, causing Tongrak to startle. The young writer knew full well that Mahasamut wasn't just playing. If he gave in even slightly, he'd end up having to shower again. So he spoke with a heavy, hoarse voice from too much moaning earlier, "Stop, it stings."

"Should I apply some ointment?"

Mahasamut paused, his initial playful intent giving way to a gentle touch on the sensitive area. He massaged softly until Tongrak had to object with a trembling voice.

"Stop touching there, or I'll get hard."

And it won't end with just applying ointment.

As the suggestive reply made the concerned man smile, the large hand shifted to soothingly stroking the soft butt cheeks, pleased to have a certain someone snuggled close. If asked whether Mahasamut preferred their passionate encounters or just cuddling, Mahasamut couldn't choose. He only knew he liked having Tongrak in his arms.

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They talk about how Mahasamut can help deal with Tongrak's father and then---

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"About my father... I know what he wants. I'll just give it to him. And if you want to help..." Tongrak met Mahasamut's gaze with seriousness. "Meena's important to me."

The listener smiled back, his voice even more earnest while saying, "Then she's important to me, too."

Because you are important to me.

Even though he didn't say it out loud, Mahasamut thought Tongrak understood as the pretty face turned away quickly, cheeks flushing amidst the soft light. Plus, Tongrak was trying to hide his shyness with a forced, stern voice, not realizing how incredibly sexy that husky tone was.

"Stop grabbing my butt already."

"Haha, I can't help it. It feels nice."

Mahasamut laughed heartily, unable to resist teasing the one pretending to fuss in his embrace. Then, he asked, "On a scale of one to ten, what do I get?"

"Huh?"

Mahasamut loved the wide-eyed look of confusion on Tongrak's face.

"My sex skills," Mahasamut said, bursting into laughter as the listener opened his mouth slightly as if wanting to curse but then stopped, unsure how to scold such a shameless person.

So, Mahasamut teased even more. "I'm pretty confident in my own skills. Actually, ten is too low. I think it should be a hundred..."

"Eight."

While the overconfident man continued to tease, the one wanting to curse interjected immediately, causing Mahasamut to stop mid-sentence and look at the one who repeated, "I give you an eight."

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