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“If you bite me I swear to god—” he starts, voice tight—but his threat breaks off with a tiny gasp when In-ho finally closes his lips around him. Gentle. In-ho sucks—lightly. Not harsh. Just enough to pull a slow trickle onto his tongue.
The taste hits immediately. It’s sweet—not sugary, but a soft, warm sweetness. A little creamy. Barely salty on the edges.
He hums low in his throat—the sound vibrating against Gi-hun’s chest.Gi-hun’s hands fly up—fingers fisting harder into his hair.
“Y-You’re actually doing it—oh my god—”In-ho doesn’t answer—his mouth too busy, his tongue slow and careful as he laps at the sensitive skin, pulling more soft warmth into his mouth. Every gentle suck sends a soft, tingling ache up Gi-hun’s chest—painful in that good postpartum way. His cheeks flush.
“Stop—stop looking like you’re enjoying it so much—” he hisses, voice breaking into a moan.
Postpartum recovery isn't the best, but Hwang In-ho finds himself a little too curious about his husband Seong Gi-hun being able to lactate—and maybe a little too obsessed with how much Gi-hun's body can still give.
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22 Jul 2025