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When the door to Sukuna’s study slides open, he glances up from the sheaf of papers before him with a scowl already settled on his face. He expects to see his brother or his nephew in the doorway, ready to harangue him over a trade concern or training their family’s band of mercenaries.
Instead of either of his most pressing annoyances, however, Sukuna is greeted by Uraume’s comfortable presence as his little spouse slips inside holding a tray carefully in their hands.
“Finally escaped the little ones, I see,” Sukuna murmurs, setting down his brush on the porcelain rest that Uraume’s younger brother got him for a gift. He smiles at his spouse, pleased to see a light blush color their cheeks in response. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, blossom?”
Uraume crosses the room and then moves to kneel at Sukuna’s side, placing the tray on a clear patch of desk just shy of Sukuna’s left elbow.
“We haven’t spent much time together as of late,” Uraume points out, dipping their head in a slight bow as they kneel at Sukuna’s side. “There was an opening in your schedule, and I wanted to bring you a drink, my lord.”
They’re smart to choose a time like this.
Between the auspicious birth of their twins three months prior, the emperor’s increasing reliance on the Itadori family’s merchants and mercenaries, and Uraume taking more and more of the household responsibility off of Kaori’s shoulders, Sukuna has barely had a chance to see his spouse.
Ever since the birth of the twins, they’ve even slept apart so that the children’s habits don’t disrupt Sukuna’s rest. On top of that, Sukuna’s tasks have kept him from tumbling his spouse during the rare times that they aren’t nursing or otherwise occupied with their children.
Sukuna glances down at the tray resting off to the side of his left arm.
“What did you bring me, darling,” Sukuna murmurs, the warm words tumbling off of his tongue as he smiles down at Uraume. “It must be something good. I recognize the label from the old man’s collection. You must’ve really missed me if you decided to brave the bear in his den.”
Sukuna reaches out and then pats his spouse’s head, fingers sliding through the silky strands of white hair, the snowy purity unbroken aside from the blood-red blotch on the one side. When he slips his hand down to cup the side of Uraume’s face, he smiles at the way his love’s face goes pink with a deeper blush as they lean into thats touch.
His men – his mercenaries – would be shocked to hear him talk to anyone in such a soft voice. They’d be even more surprised to see the care with which he touches Uraume, gentle until his love asks for a rougher touch.
Even his own brother had nearly twisted his own neck from the shock of looking back at Sukuna as he helped Uraume down the stairs as they left an establishment in the city.
However, Sukuna cannot even begin to imagine a world where he was anything other than soft and warm towards his little spouse. Uraume does deserve it. Even in their brief courtship – rushed along by Sukuna’s own impatience – Uraume had been hesitant and shy, In the year since their wedding. Sukuna has managed to tease out other sides of his spouse. But in the end, all he wants to do is see them smile up at him with those big, worshipful eyes the color of plum blossoms.
“I asked your father for some of his aged sake,” Uraume says, pale eyelashes fluttering as their eyes slide closed. “He gave me a little trouble, but eventually had the maids fetch me this bottle.”
Sukuna frowns.
“What did the old man want,” he asks, already idly planning on having words with his father if the old man has said anything untoward. Wasuke normally keeps to himself on Jin and Kaori’s side of the family compound, but Sukuna wouldn’t be surprised if the man has gotten ahead of himself in his old age. “He didn’t ask you to do anything strange, did he?”
But Uraume is quick to put his mind at ease.
“It’s nothing like that,” Uraume says, soft voice firm as they clarify the situation. “He just wanted me to cook for him in trade, my lord. He had a craving for a meal my family’s cooks made when he was younger.”
Sukuna grumbles wordlessly, but eventually settles against the cushion of his low seat. He tucks Uraume into his side, relishing his spouse’s cooler body temperature as they nestle against each other.
“Don’t let my father bully you,” Sukuna tells Uraume. He tries to sound stern, but when he glances down at Uraume, his love’s faint pout makes him grin.
“Don’t look at me like that, blossom,” Sukuna says, slipping into a teasing tone. “My father and I have similar tastes. Food is most certainly the way to his stomach.”
Uraume huffs at that, and tugs at Sukuna’s sleeve until he shifts and lets them go.
“I don’t want your father,” Uraume points out once they extricate themselves from the weight of Sukuna’s heavy arm and turn so that they can face him. They pour Sukuna a glass of koshu, a mouthful of amber liquid in a shallow dish, and then they set the carafe aside with a clatter. “I married you. I had your oversized babies.”
The pout on Uraume’s face is so pronounced, that Sukuna cannot help himself. He leans in and presses a kiss to his lover’s mouth, a close-mouthed press of lips on lips, before pulling away.
Afterwards, Sukuna drains his glass of sake and then licks his lips, pretending that he doesn’t see the way that Uraume’s face gets blotchy with a blush.
“The midwife said that the twins were average sized,” Sukuna murmurs. He says it just because he likes the way Uraume squawks up at him, pink eyes flashing with a brief burst of rage.
Uraume shakes their head as they disagree with Sukuna.
“I fear that I do not trust the midwife who delivered you and your brother to know what an average-sized infant looks like,” Uraume says, huffing and puffing as they fuss with the sleeves of their yukata. They exhale slowly and then pour Sukuna another mouthful of sake before telling him that, “You’re just lucky that the birth was an easy one despite that.”
This time, Sukuna kisses Uraume after his mouthful of sake.
This kiss is a longer one, a lingering one that leaves Uraume panting into the air. All of Uraume’s firsts belong to Sukuna – first kiss, first fumbling touch through cloth, first climax… all the way up to the events that led to their twins’ birth – but Sukuna feels even greedier. There’s no satisfying his hunger for his soft-voiced little spouse. The more he has, the more that he wants to take.
The more he wants to taste.
“You’re sweeter than the koshu,” Sukuna murmurs. He wants to lean in and kiss Uraume again, but pauses, thinking. He has a far better idea.
Quickly, Sukuna clears his desk of paper and then pushes his seat back so that there’s plenty of room for Uraume to either sit in his lap or atop the desk. He pats his lap in invitation, hand passing over the bulge of his shaft where it pushes against the front of his dark trousers.
“Come here,” he orders in a low murmur. “Sit.”
Uraume slips into Sukuna’s lap with a quiet, almost plaintive whisper of his name. As close as they are, the round peach of Uraume’s bottom pressed up tight against Sukuna’s groin, there’s no way for Sukuna to miss how overwhelmed his little spouse looks.
The past three months of celibacy have been hard on Uraume as well, Sukuna realizes.
“How long do I have you for?” Sukuna murmurs, leaning in and half-exhaling the words against Uraume’s parted lips. “Will I have to surrender you to the twins in a matter of minutes?”
Uraume shakes their head.
“They’re with the wet nurse and nanny,” they say, eyes drifting down to the curve of Sukuna’s smiling mouth. “I told the maids that no one was to bother us until we asked for them.”
Uraume must be desperate.
They’re never quite this bold.
However, Sukuna is unwilling to bring attention to this and risk Uraume storming off.
Instead, he reaches up and traces his fingers over the front of their yukata, hooking them in the obi and tugging until the loose tie comes undone. Uraume’s chest is full, soft and pale except for a beauty mark off to the side of one dusky pink nipple.
"No binding this time," Sukuna murmurs, tracing the curve of one plump breast with the tips of his fingers.
Uraume shakes their head, frowning.
"I couldn't," they murmur, a sullen twist settling on their soft mouth. "The twins ate from the wet nurse this morning and I was too busy with chores to catch them for more than a mouthful in their afternoon feed. I'm too full with milk to bind."
Sukuna... clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth. When he speaks again, he goes slowly, trying not to seem too eager.
“Would you like a little help with that, blossom?"
Uraume flushes even deeper, the blush tracing down from their cheeks to their throat and even to the breast that Sukuna continues to palm.
“That’s inappropriate,” they bleat, refusing to meet Sukuna’s crimson gaze. Despite their complaint, they don’t attempt to pull away from Sukuna or cover themselves.
Sukuna shakes his head and then gives the breast in his palm a very pointed squeeze that coaxes a few drops of creamy white milk from the nipple there.
“You’re sore,” Sukuna says. He strokes his thumb over Uraume’s nipple, feeling the fleshy little nub tighten up underneath his touch as he smears the droplets of milk over heated skin. “You’re so swollen. Is it not my job, as your husband, to ease your ache?”
Without waiting for Uraume to answer him, Sukuna repositions them on the low table before him. The table gives him a better angle to explore, as he curves his arm around Uraume’s waist and forces his spouse into a dramatic bend that thrusts their chest upward and parts the sides of their yukata to bare their smooth skin.
Sukuna’s mouth lands on the inner curve of Uraume’s left breast, lingering there until Uraume starts to twist about underneath him.
When Sukuna pulls away, there’s a dark mark next to the nipple. Sukuna groans and then lowers his head so that he can suck that tempting nipple into his mouth, tongue rippling against flesh as he draws deep.
The first taste of milk is subtle. Sukuna only manages a few drops at first, only able to coax a little bit of milk as Uraume whimpers. After several long minutes of steady suction, the droplets increase to a steady trickle. Sweetness bursts across Sukuna’s tongue, and he groans, clutching his spouse closer as he swallows down Uraume’s milk.
“You taste so sweet,” Sukuna groans when he’s finally able to wrench his mouth away from the swollen nipple before him. He stares up at his spouse’s flushed face, licking his lips clean of the body-warm milk smeared all over.
Uraume tries to cover their face with one hand, but they can barely manage to raise their hand higher than their revealed chest.
“Sukuna,” they moan, shuddering when their eyes meet Sukuna’s as he lowers his head to Uraume’s unattended breast. “You are being most improper.”
Sukuna laughs, a low rumble. He presses a kiss to the side of Uraume’s right breast, mirroring the initial touch from earlier. He kisses a path along the tight swell of Uraume’s breast and then uses the point of his tongue to trace a circle around their areola, teasing Uraume with a light touch drawn out over several long minutes.
“My lord,” Uraume finally bleats, glaring at Sukuna with red-rimmed eyes. Tears gleam wetly in their eyes, threatening to fall. “You’re being so cruel to me.”
Sukuna pulls back from the breast before him, and grins.
“You accused me of being improper, blossom,” he decides to point out. His smile widens at the way Uraume glares even harder at him. “I was simply respecting your wishes.”
“Husband!” Uraume bites the word out sharply, red from their forehead down to their breasts. But then their words soften into a desperate crooning, as they plead with Sukuna to, “Have mercy on me, I beg!”
Early on in their marriage, when Uraume had only just started to swell with the evidence of their pregnancy, Sukuna had once cleared his schedule to spend an entire day gorging on the meal of his love’s body. Now, with milk trickling from their nipples and the musky smell of their slippery sex wafting up to Sukuna’s nose, Sukuna is tempted to do the same again.
“I can’t hear you,” Sukuna says. He palms Uraume’s breast in his hand, alternating between squeezing the milk-heavy flesh and tugging at the tight nipple. Milk spills over his fingers, trickling down across their skin.
Uraume whimpers loudly, eyes squeezing shut.
“Th-the other one,” Uraume eventually says, gasping quietly as they squirm across the top of the desk. “D-do the other one too, I beg.”
Uraume’s desperate pleading makes Sukuna’s groin react even more fiercely. He licks his lips and then leans in, sucking Uraume’s milk-slick skin into his mouth. He doesn’t know what’s more gratifying: the gush of sweet milk across his tongue or the way that Uraume’s hand flies up to clutch at his close-cropped hair as they moan his name.
Sukuna scrapes his teeth over Uraume’s nipple, nibbling at that tight little bit of flesh and earning a low moan in response.
He drinks from Uraume’s breasts until nothing more comes out. With his belly full and his cock hard enough to make his vision swim, Sukuna drops his hand to Uraume’s lap, pushing his fingers in between their soft thighs to test the give and wetness there.
“Let me have you,” Sukuna growls, pulling Uraume closer until their legs splay open in a scandalous split on either side of his torso. As he moves, he presses two of his fingers deeper into the hole that had taken him so well in the months prior.
When he hooks his fingers upward, Uraume’s mouth falls open and they cry out. They shudder at the intrusion, one hand flying down to clutch at Sukuna’s thick wrist where a tattooed black band stands out against his tawny skin.
Uraume shakes their head.
“It’s too much,” they say, shaking their head even as their body ripples around the fingers spearing them open.
Sukuna groans at the sound of Uraume’s voice. He knows what Uraume is worried about. It’s been several months since they last joined properly, months of celibacy. Their bodies will have to learn to accept this pleasure again.
But Sukuna has faith in his spouse’s ability to accept him.
“You can take it,” he tells his spouse, settling his thumb atop that hooded nub of nerves at the apex of their trembling thighs. He leans in and mouths a series of wet kisses up along Uraume’s throat, marking up that skin until he reaches the side of their jaw. “You’re wet enough that the stretch shouldn’t hurt.”
Even as Uraume shakes their head, they cling to him. Their fingers dig into Sukuna’s shoulders through fabric, clawing at him as Sukuna first pulls his fingers out and then replaces it with the blunt tip of his erection.
“Go slow,” Uraume pleads, lips vibrating against Sukuna’s ear. They wince, breath huffing out as they pant through the intrusion of Sukuna’s body. “Please, my lord! You-you’re too big.”
Unfortunately for Uraume, Sukuna’s always been bad at following directions.
At Uraume’s plaintive entreating, Sukuna groans. The hot clench of Uraume’s body around his is devastating, a rippling squeeze of sensation. He catches himself clinging to Uraume in return, hauling them onto his lap and sinking deeper inside far faster than his little love would prefer.
Against Sukuna’s ear, Uraume cries, squeezing him desperately as they sob. Despite the volume of that shaky sound, Uraume doesn’t actually show any sign of distress.
“It’s too much,” Uraume says, the words barely louder than an exhalation of breath. But they press a sloppy kiss to Sukuna’s cheek, reacting desperately to the steady in-and-out plunge of their husband’s shaft inside of their body.
Sukuna groans again, digging his fingers into Uraume’s hips where they still retain a healthy layer of fat from the pregnancy.
“I know,” Sukuna murmurs. He kisses Uraume again, nuzzling them gently with the side of his nose until they relax against him. “But you’re doing so well, blossom. You feel so good around me.”
Normally, Sukuna’s stamina is unparalleled. On their wedding night, Sukuna had spent hours toying with Uraume until they were a sweaty mess in the futon. He’s used to taking his time with his lovers, wringing orgasms from them until they’re incapable of doing anything else.
However, this is his first time fucking anything other than his fist in month. Sukuna feels as if he’s a youth again, so easily aroused that a stiff wind could send him over the edge.
The heated clasp of Uraume’s wet body – muscles rippling around him as they start to climax around him – is too fierce a temptation.
“I’m going to spill inside of you,” Sukuna warns Uraume. While he doubts that Uruame can even get pregnant while breastfeeding, there’s a part of Sukuna’s mind that wants to see his love pregnant again. “You may be on the path for yet another one of those ‘oversized babies’ you fretted about.”
Had Uraume been in their right mind, Sukuna knows that they would’ve demanded Sukuna release outside of their body. However, Uraume is lust-drunk, eyes heavy lidded as Sukuna pulls their waist down to meet the thrusts of his hips.
Instead of demanding that Sukuna pull out, Uraume merely nods and moans.
“Please,” they moan, voice warbling as it escapes their throat. “Inside. Do it inside, I beg.”
Sukuna crushes Uraume’s body against his when he comes, kissing the side of their face as he releases inside, emptying his vessel as he groans lowly. But he doesn’t pull out right away, content to hold Uraume against him as he strokes his palm up and down his love’s sweat-slippery spine. Pressed together as they are, heaving chest brushing with every inward and outward breath, Sukuna is content to hold his lover close even as sweat continues to prickle at his spine.
Eventually, however, Uraume rouses from their dreamy doze. Sukuna can feel it as it happens, as Uraume comes back to themself, breathing quickening as their limbs tense.
“You’ll stay with me again starting tonight,” Sukuna says, breath ruffling the rumpled hair atop Uraume’s head. He continues to pet his sweet little spouse, gentle touches that try to ease the tension out of their body as it tries to form. “Come to my room before dark, after you see to the children.”
Uraume murmurs a fuzzy question against Sukuna’s throat that does not quite make it to his ears.
But Sukuna knows his love’s worries.
“We spend good coin on both that nanny and the wet nurse,” he reminds Uraume. While he keeps his voice low and gentle so as not to fully disrupt the afterglow, his words hold no room for disagreement. “If the children are dissatisfied enough to monopolize you even in the nighttime, blossom, I will have to reconsider the wages I pay those women.”
Uraume is quick to shake their head from side to side. “No need,” they whisper. “I’ll come.” They pause to rub their face against the side of Sukuna’s throat, lingering as if using the contact to shore up their spine before continuing with a question. “If I may ask a favor, my lord?”
Sukuna hums in assent. “There are no such things as favors between lovers,” he says. “But go on, ask for what you want.”
“Come fetch me from the twins’ room when you’re ready for me,” Uraume asks. “I know that they’ve missed you.”
“Those two can barely keep their heads up on their own,” Sukuna points out as he starts to stroke his fingers up and down Uraume’s back in loops of light sensation. “They can hardly recognize me, darling. How could they miss me?”
When Uraume grumbles at him, Sukuna relents.
“Ah,” he murmurs. “If that’s what you want. I will come to see our oversized infants before I spirit you away to my futon.”
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