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A headache throbbed in the center of Mine’s skull as he woke up. The prospect of agitating it with light, sound, thinking, or existence was agonizing, and instea,d he resolved to ignore the wave of pain and go back to sleep. However, a hand on his shoulder gently nudged him and a voice broke through the haze.
“Yoshitaka… hey, get up. You’re going to oversleep at this rate.”
Blearily, Mine raised his head at Daigo’s soft voice. It took a moment for his brain to catch up to what was wrong. He never woke up after Daigo. When was the last time that happened? Daigo shook his shoulder again, and Mine let out an undignified grunt of acknowledgement. Wincing, he turned over in bed and sank back into the mattress. Daigo sat next to him, already in his suit and looking over his shoulder at him. The lamp was on, but sunlight was already brightening the room. “What time is it?”
“Almost 7. Are you feeling okay?” Daigo laid his hand on Mine’s forehead as if he were a child pretending to be too sick for school. Mine batted his hand away despite relishing the cool touch. “You’re warm, but not running a fever. Maybe you should take the day off.”
“Mhn.” Mine pushed himself up, the bedsheets holding him down from Daigo sitting on them. He took a deep breath and blinked. His headache was still present, but it was dimming. With water and breakfast, he should be fine. “I don’t feel hot.”
“No soreness?” Daigo pointed at his nose. “Stuffed sinuses?”
“None. Just a light headache. I’ll be fine. I promise.”
Daigo dropped his hand and laid it over Mine’s. He smiled at him, the warm glow of the lamp melding with the sunlight to develop Daigo into a sun god. Or just a powerful deity, who happened to love him. He leaned in, and Mine did the same, but both flicked for the cheek to press a kiss against. Mine caught a deep inhale of Daigo’s cologne, and underneath the sweet orange blossoms and sharp masculine green tones, he could smell the natural scent of him. Humming, Mine bumped his nose into his jaw and took a big sniff without a second thought.
Daigo chuckled as Mine pulled back with a frown knitting his face, embarrassed at himself for being so uncouth. “We’re still two weeks until the full moon for you to be acting so much like your Kirin self. If you call in, you can lounge around as a scaly beast all day.”
“Don’t patronize me,” Mine muttered half heartedly, grateful that Daigo didn’t try to scratch him at the soft spot under his ears and behind his jaw. “I just woke up, after all. I’ll be fine after some food.”
“Alright.” Daigo bent forward and grabbed Mine’s arm. He squeezed the soft bicep and left another kiss on his cheek. “I’m off. I’ll see you when I get home.”
True to his words, the headache did fade away after a hearty breakfast. He chased down the whiff of sickness by delaying his morning with a workout routine as well. He had all the right proteins, vitamins, and calories to burn, making his strength even sharper. In fact, as his routine continued, finishing rep after rep on the weight bench, there was no decline in energy. There was a mild ache of exhaustion after finishing a set, but not what he usually experienced. It was a fantastic high that he wanted to keep chasing, but he’d have to settle for transmitting that energy into preparing documents and notes for his meetings later that week.
It didn’t keep his attention very well.
Worse, his chest was sore from weight lifting. Even with a break for additional stretching, it simply didn’t get rid of the ache. After an hour, it had only gotten worse, and the high he felt during his workout remained, keeping his body pulled tight to keep moving. This wasn’t any sickness he knew, but considering the warmth running through his body, perhaps it was a form of fever. Muscle soreness was common, even if it was strange to be so centralized. As a contingency plan, Mine prepared a backup in case he really was coming down with the flu. He paged Katase into his office and gave her his contingency plan. She bowed, then left, and Mine looked down at his desk. He still hadn’t finished his actual plans, even if he wasn’t sick. Hm.
His watch read 4:01 PM. His chest still ached. His core felt too tight, and his head was picking up a headache again. Mine followed the childish rule of law and laid the back of his hand against his forehead. Shit, he was burning up. Yet somehow all he wanted to do was stretch out and burn off the excess energy instead of bunkering down in preparation for fever to ruin him. His head was crystal clear outside of the inner pressure.
Mine left his desk and went back into his gym. He undressed again, taking apart the pieces he had put on now twice already that day, but scratching the itch to workout just seemed too impossible to pass up on. When he unbuttoned his shirt and cool air hit his chest, he nearly staggered. The heat inside him roared up, and sweat beaded at his neck and temple. He shucked off his shirt, where it pooled on the ground. Mine clung to the wooden shelving as he panted through the heat wave.
This sickness was accelerating. Worse, it was not a normal sickness. On a day not near a full moon, he stood there alone in his office, shuddering under the late afternoon sun. The single most attractive thought was to tear off the rest of his clothes and shift into his Kirin form. Expel this extra energy by flying about and running god knows where for a few hours.
A memory from long ago crawled its way back into Mine’s brain. Half forgotten because it was half unwanted, but nonetheless, this heat inside him was something he had felt before. But it was never this intense. Surely, it couldn’t be that. No. Trembling a little, Mine squatted down and picked up his shirt again. He threaded his arms through. It wasn’t that, it couldn’t be that, but he needed to go home.
As he buttoned up, he noticed something odd. His pecs were bigger. Felt bigger, too. With the ache still making them sore, Mine carefully rubbed the soft skin above his ribcage and nearly doubled over with pleasure. His hands shot ahead and clenched the wood hard enough to make it rattle. The tightness in his gut folded in on itself, twirling pleasure sensations around like a wheel. He gasped as a drop of sweat slid down his nose and hit the ground. His cock rose at half mast, and he grimaced. Mine refused to be made a fool of, let alone in public like this. Careful not to touch his chest, he buttoned the rest of his shirt with shaking fingers. Moving to get his jacket on meant the fabric of his cotton dress shirt rubbed along his nipples like sandpaper. He forced himself to cover up his humility with his suit jacket and painfully tied his tie around his overheated neck. It felt like a noose. The Kirin instincts inside of him begged him to rip his clothes off and just pant, but by God, he would make it home first.
Back at his desk, he bent at an angle to write down everything Katase needed to know and what documents to reference for what possible requests. Taking controlled, measured breaths, Mine gathered up the documents and folded them in front of his desk. A shield from prying eyes. He thundered out of the office and paused by Katase, who looked up with curiosity at his sudden arrival.
“I’m feeling unwell,” Mine admitted and swallowed. “I won’t make this week’s meetings. Cancel them and forward everyone the reports instead.”
“Sure. Let me make copies.” Katase then stood up and Mine felt his twisting gut jump when she stepped too close to him. She was simply attempting to access the printer behind them both, but the sudden proximity had Mine pushing the documents in his hands against his chest to let her through.
He bit down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood instead of a moan. A rough grunt still left his body, and Katase turned with a curious look in her eye. “Are you okay, sir—?”
“I’m fine.” Mine swallowed down the blood in his mouth. He turned his back towards her, shuffling awkwardly to prevent an angle she could see his chest, and laid down the papers.
The sticky note he attached to provide his notes had a small damp spot.
He yanked it and crumpled it in his fist, hoping his body heat would burn up the evidence. Katase was fine without it. “I’ll be too sick for contact. Please handle things on your own for a few days.”
“I’ll do my best,” she spoke with a soft, cautious air, undeniably laced with concern.
Before she could ask a follow-up question, Mine sidestepped the desk and made a beeline for the door. He slipped through with a half-thrown-away goodbye. Regardless of whatever effort she had made by the time this heat was over, he would reward her handsomely. A three week long vacation for all Mine cared, if it came to that.
Luckily, he was able to avoid any of his Clan members on his way to the garage. He wasn’t sure how well he could talk and look authoritative when his suit jacket was hiding the damp spots over his areoles.
The moment he got into his car, the heat thundered over him. He bent over the center console with a whine. A tight pressure in his gut sent out waves of pleasure, making his sensitive chest worse. Absolutely unbearable to take without biting off his finger. Mine only had half a mind to undo his tie and attempt to remove his jacket, but the pressure sparked a full body shutter and a moan. This was a private enough space, and he couldn’t take not listening to the red-hot desire in his mind.
Mine sprawled over the center console and the passenger seat. He grabbed his left breast and nearly came from the relief in pressure. Milk squeezed out in a dribble, fighting to exit as he worked his tit to expel more. Massaging the sensitive tissue and working the heavy milk up until he cried as he squirted again. It didn’t wet his shirt right away; the force of it dripped down over his chest and ruined the row of buttons. Gasping and hard, Mine groaned to get more milk to release, but even as he could feel his tits swell up, he couldn’t get it to come out. He whimpered and thrust his hips, mind breaking down enough that he wanted to rut against the leather seat to get off. But that clarity in his mind revealed itself again, giving him a solution out of this mess and the most intense heat of his life.
Daigo.
Mine shoved himself back out of his car, locked it, and on weak legs like a newborn foal, he stumbled to the metal beam by his car holding up the lot floor above. Using only the thick bolts on the steel, he climbed up enough to leave his keys on a small lip between the concrete and the metal frame. He hopped down, then clung to the metal overhang. The summer sun beat down over the city, but the people in the city buildings around him were more concerned with staying out of the violent humidity and punishing heat than to care about the man climbing a metal fence.
Mine jumped, and at once, a cloud surrounded him. His already ruined clothes turned to shreds as his Kirin form broke through the cloud to fly high, high above the people.
When he had more of a human mind again, he found himself even more overheated and on the floor naked in his and Daigo’s penthouse. The balcony doors were open, but instead of letting in a cool breeze, it was just waves of thic,k damp air. Groaning, and now leaking again, he pushed his sticky body into a crawl and closed the doors. Mine leaned his head against the glass as his body shuddered from need.
There was a light lingering satisfaction from being able to stretch his legs and truly fly, but proper enjoyment was too late. He needed to be fucked, and he needed it now.
Mine still had some willpower left to wipe the sweat off his forehead and ignore the urge to start touching his cock and breasts. He got up and wandered to the kitchen. The faucet granted him the cold water he desperately needed, and he stuck his face under the spray to cool his face and drink as much as he could. The temporary relief centered him enough to sigh, and he stood hunched over the sink, struggling to keep down his desire.
All he could smell was his own pheromones, wafting through the apartment. His car likely had the same issue. He took a deep inhale of the scent of damp earth after the first spring rain. The spark of a storm on the horizon. It was pleasant, if not for the fact that it would only meld with the scent of skin and sweat, and it would be the only thing he could possibly pick up for two days straight. Three, if counting today. But something more musky floated in the air, and like salt on the tongue, Mine focused his nose as much as he could on that new scent.
It was getting stronger, and he struggled to place it. It wasn’t from himself, and it wouldn’t get stronger if it were from inside the apartment. The balcony was closed too, thus it couldn’t have been from something outside. The smell was starting to make him salivate and slip back into a hole of pleasure. Whatever it was, he needed it. But then he heard a key turn to unlock the front door, and Mine realized that the work day was over.
“Hey, I’m home,” Daigo announced with a sigh. He kicked off his shoes in the vestibule and groaned as he shed his suit jacket. “AC was out at Headquarters today. Spent most of the day sweltering like a damn pig.” He tossed his watch and keys into a little bowl by the cubby for their coats and stepped into the living room. He scanned the room then, eyes sweeping left from the wall with the TV, then to the balcony doors, then the right side with the kitchen.
There Mine stood, completely naked, panting, hard, and plump chest swollen and damp. He was hunched over the sink and brought his head up to hover between his arms. The low angle made his piercing, determined glare even sharper than it normally liked to be. Daigo swallowed as his cock twitched. Mine was gripping the counter hard enough for his knuckles to whiten.
“What’s wrong?” Daigo asked, confused, but curious about the sultry display. Mine pushed off the counter and walked towards him, still panting with a focused expression. Daigo broke the intimidating illusion by glancing at Mine’s cock, seeing it leak pre. “Is this some Kirin sickness or…?”
Mine’s hands found his shoulders and pulled at his dress shirt, intending to make the buttons scatter. Daigo didn’t have the chance to fight him on it as Mine pressed a bruising, desperate kiss against his lips. Mine groaned and pressed their bodies together, slightly grinding into his pant leg. Daigo struggled to keep up, but let him move for observation. He allowed him to tear off his shirt to expose his thin white undershirt—he could just buy a new one, anyway—and felt the way his hands desperately grabbed at every piece of fat he could. His ass, his thighs, his chest, his heavy belly, his arms, his cheeks, his love handles. He never settled on a single place for long, which wasn’t how Mine normally liked to do things. Slow and sweet, building to a blistering pace was his style, not burst out of the gate full sprint. Mine moved to nose his jaw and neck just like he’d done that morning, and he moaned as he licked the soft five o’clock shadow. If he wanted Daigo riled up too… it was working.
Mine grabbed at his undershirt to free his belly from being tucked in, but as he attempted, Daigo noticed something wet against his chest. He grabbed Mine’s shoulders to create some distance, but he kept his head down to keep licking sweat off his neck, and a leg curled behind Daigo’s to almost trip him. He was able to get a better look at the wetness at Mine’s chest though. “Are you…” He brought up a hand to his quivering, heavy tit. “Lactating?”
The moment he laid his hand, Mine thrust his cock hard against his own, and both moaned with pleasure. Mine, however, was making low mewling noises in the back of his throat. Alright. That was enough exploration. He needed Mine not horny out of his mind for answers.
Daigo held his shoulders tight, keeping the distance even if Mine tugged forward. “Yoshitaka. Hey, Yoshitaka.” Daigo let go and grabbed Mine’s chin. He didn’t need to force him to detach from his neck; the touch alone was enough to bring his head up to stare each other in the eyes. Sweat had ruined his fluffy hair into a matted mess already. His eyes were hazy, but focused on Daigo, giving him an annoyed expression. “What’s going on, hm? Tell me. Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.”
The words hit their exact mark, and he could feel him shiver under his palms. Mine swallowed, and his gaze dropped to under Daigo’s chin. Mine’s hands landed on his shirt and attempted to pull it free from security under the belt. In response, Daigo grabbed his hands and folded them around until they pressed against the Kirin inked on Mine’s back. He squirmed, but stopped trying to rut against him long enough to blink and straighten his back. His shallow breaths filled the air as Daigo waited, but he gently urged again. “You got to let me know what’s going on. You can tell me. Just let me know how I can help.”
Mine swallowed and kept his eyes closed. He tilted his head back to face the ceiling. “I’m—“ he swallowed again. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. What’s going on, are you hurt?”
“No… my chest aches. I’m so… I need…”
“Tell me what’s causing this first.”
“Mmhn. I’m in heat.” Huh? “This doesn’t happen to me, really. It was never this bad last time.” He flexed his arms, but Daigo held firm. With this position, his chest was plumped forward, begging to be touched as small dribbles of milk occasionally sapped out of his tits. They looked full and heavy, much larger than they usually were. No wonder he was dying to have them touched by Daigo. “I’ll be okay. It’s just intense. I’d… really need you to fuck me, please.”
“I will. How long will this last?”
Mine lobbed his head to the side, seemingly exhausted by having to hold it up. He idly thrusted again. “A few days. Daigo. It’s getting worse without relief. Please.” His voice cracked on the last word, chest rising and falling rapidly as the moment of passiveness passed. “Please.”
If he was more like himself after getting his back scratched, then who was Daigo to deny that? He kept his arms held and bracketed even as Mine got squirmier with the heat wave flooding his body again. Daigo leaned down and gave a careful lick to Mine’s left breast, which earned a deep groan as he pressed his chest towards his mouth. His milk tasted almost like heavy cream, and as he wrapped his lips around his tit and began to suck, the milk got less and less thin and richer and richer with taste and density.
Mine immediately wailed, breaking out of the hold to wrap his arms around Daigo’s back and keep his skull in a headlock around his chest. The moment Daigo brought up his other hand and squeezed the neglected nipple, Mine hiccuped a sob as he thrust into Daigo’s thigh before cumming on it. The longer Daigo sucked, the more milk was drawn up until he could get mouthfuls of it. It tasted fantastic. Mine did not need to hold him in place as if he was going to go anywhere. He was just struggling to breathe a little through his nose over Mine’s plump chest.
Milk squirted onto his shirt as Mine kept grinding on him, only a few sticky bursts, but still hard and needy. Daigo detached from Mine’s breast with a gasp, already feeling a little full and even sweatier. He tugged on Mine’s shoulder and whispered into his ear. “If you want me to fuck you, then lie on the bed on top of a towel for me.” Mine didn’t listen to the command, just alternating between clumsily using his hands to try and get Daigo’s shirt off, or his belt, or get Daigo to suck again.
“I know you can listen to me.” Daigo grabbed Mine’s chest in two palmfuls and lightly massaged the heavy weight in them. The unsucked tit was actually heavier, and he bounced it a little. Mine quivered and stilled his hands and grinding. “Don’t you want me to drink your milk?” He carefully played with the leaking breast, watching not to agitate it into squirting, but playing with the sensitivity. “Hm? It’s an addictive taste.” He leaned in a little further, voice dropping to a low hum. “I want to get fat from your milk.” Mine rolled his head back, expression completely lost to bliss. “But you need to lie down for me to do that. Be a good boy for me.”
Mine then scowled, lips curling into a sneer for not having his way, but he did relent because, after all, he was Daigo’s good boy. He slipped off, giving a final squeeze to Daigo’s belly before sulking off to the bedroom. If Mine wasn’t in such a vulnerable state, Daigo would’ve chuckled at the sight of Mine’s frustration. But he wasn’t going to tease Mine for longer.
With both hands, Daigo grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head, exposing his fat, hairy belly and chest. He slid his hands under his belly’s overhang to reach his belt and undid that too, tossing it aside as he walked towards the bedroom. He shucked off his pants and briefs in one go, struggling to step out gracefully while ditching his socks. It left him entering the bedroom with his fat thighs on display as well as his thick cock rising up. On the shorter size, but still plenty of length to ram into Mine’s prostate with the right angle. Just how he liked it.
As requested, Mine was on his back against a bath towel on the bed, idly thrusting his hips. His cock was longer and thinner than Daigo’s and urging to be stroked. Daigo landed on the edge with his knees and fell easily into Mine’s outstretched hands, which wrapped around his back as quickly as he could. Instead of fiddling with the nightstand for lube and fulfilling the earlier request, Daigo descended over Mine’s chest and latched onto the heavy breast. Much like before, Mine let out a sob and grinded against whatever body part he could. He left messy smears of precum against Daigo’s belly. It took some sucks and massaging the breast before the flow opened up, and Daigo groaned. He closed his eyes and fell into the rhythm, focusing simply on drinking as much as he could, as fast as he could.
Mine plunged his fingers into his hair and played with the back of his scalp, making Daigo shiver as he drank. Even blissed out from heat, Mine still had his instincts to treat Daigo well. His voice came out in a floaty state, drifting under pleasure himself. “Keep going… fill yourself up… I wonder how much weight you’ll gain just from my milk.”
Daigo groaned and took his fill, but even with the invitation to gorge, Mine was impatient already. Shivering from relief, but still hard and wanting, Mine lifted his legs up and shifted his hips. Moving away from Daigo’s head, he grabbed his waist and led his cock to his ass. “Daigo,” he panted. “It’s not enough.” His entire body shivered and he gasped, hot as the heat wave began to drown him again.
Daigo could feel the stiffness and tension return to Mine, and simply continuing to drink wasn’t going to be enough to settle him down. He brought his head up and initiated a deep kiss, milk still on his lips and panting from the weight in his bloated stomach. They readjusted blind, until Daigo shoved his hand down to tease Mine’s ass. Tight, as it always was, but before he broke off the kiss to get lube, Mine thrust his hips down, and Daigo’s finger slipped inside, causing both to gasp.
How was his ass already slick? Had he prepared himself as Daigo was still in the living room? But there wouldn’t have been enough time for that, and the outside of his hole wasn’t lu—
Mine grabbed his wrist, irked by the hesitation, and forced Daigo further in. It clicked immediately why Mine called this “heat”.
Hot enough to nearly burn, almost like he was sick with fever. Strange though, was the slick inside the throbbing and pulsing chamber. Even when he wasn’t even touching his prostate, Mine was moaning as if he was. The entire thing had turned into an erogenous zone. The more he explored the walls and stretched out the hole, the more slick was produced until it began to drip out onto Daigo’s knuckles.
Daigo decided he wasn’t going to question this for now and stuck another thick finger in. Mine moaned, rocked down, and finally let go of Daigo’s wrist. Deliberately avoiding his prostate and only teasing everything else left Mine panting and thrusting to create a collision. “Please, please, please…”
Daigo added another finger and rose up onto his knees. He held Mine’s waist against the bed, but he still squirmed and tried thrusting anyway. Mine’s face was flushed red, eyes wet and distant, mouth drooling and moaning, hair messy in every direction. His tits continued to leak milk, now more open, but outside of a few rough dribbles when Daigo hit a good spot, it was limited. His cock looked angry, still dripping precum all over his own stomach now that Daigo’s belly wasn’t catching everything. Basking in the intimate sight, Daigo hummed and said, “I want you to jerk yourself off.”
Mine jolted and his face pinched, still there despite his overwhelming bliss to get embarrassed by the bold request. Not enough embarrassed to refuse, though, and so his hand left gripping Daigo’s plush side to stroke his own cock and tease his own breasts. “Slower,” Daigo demanded as he used another finger. His hole was ready, but he wanted Mine to explode with pleasure, and that would take some buildup. “Follow my pace.”
Mine grabbed the towel underneath him instead of his breast and stroked with the pace Daigo used to tease the edge of his prostate. Mine panted and whined when he was allowed to speed up only to be cut off from Daigo’s touch when he went too fast. Then Daigo would start again. Slow, methodical, watching Mine’s body carefully. More slick oozed out of his ass and covered Daigo’s hand. “Hm. You’re so loose I think I could fit my fist in there.” He went four fingers deep and thrust in and out easily. The response was magnetic from Mine, gripping his own cock at the base to hold out, tits dribbling more milk as they bounced from being full once again, biting his lip and refusing to meet Daigo’s eyes. For the effort of withholding his own orgasm, that restraint in such a state made Daigo’s heart bloom with pride.
The good boy had earned a reward.
He pulled out his hand and stroked his hard cock, slicking it up with Mine’s own fluids. Before he could line up and fuck Mine until he cried, Mine let out a broken moan and begged, “Please get me pregnant.”
Mine really only admitted to that fantasy when he was in deep subspace, and Daigo enjoyed making promises he couldn’t keep in that regard for him. But with this heat… he… couldn’t actually get pregnant? Right? There was no way. The slick and milk were the extent of Mine’s bodily changes; it wasn’t like he could grow a uterus suddenly, too. Surely.
Daigo shoved his fingers back in and located his prostate. It didn’t take long to find, as Mine spasmed and panted for more. “Breed me, breed me.”
“I want you to cum for me first.”
Daigo, with his other han,d took over Mine’s around his cock and furiously jerked him off as he battered his prostate as deep and fast as he could. Mine moaned and grabbed his own breasts, but Daigo shot out a warning about keeping them full for him, and so he clawed at the bed instead. With a bit more praise and encouragement, Mine sobbed as he came, shooting rope after rope of cum across his tanned, toned abs. His tits leaked a long stream with the orgasm, and Daigo took in the privilege of seeing this sight as he wrung Mine out. Once he was flaccid, he took his hand out of his ass and let his cock sit in its own mess.
Mine with his eyes closed and body still, groaned.
“Yoshitaka,” Daigo said as he leaned in close. His voice teetered on the edge between worry and concern.
Mine opened his eyes, glaring at some spot at the far end of the room. “I’m here. Please cum in me, I’m not going to feel better until you do.”
“You can’t… actually get pregnant in this state, right?”
Mine turned his head to look up at Daigo. His eyes were clearer. He quirked an eyebrow before putting on a cocky voice and saying, “Who knows? Don’t worry about it.” Then he spread his legs and locked his ankles around Daigo’s waist.
With unexpected strength for the state Mine was in, he forced Daigo down onto him, rubbing chest to chest. An airy sigh of satisfaction released from Mine as he squeezed Daigo’s waist and wrapped his arms around Daigo’s neck. Brushing noses, he told him, “I know this turns you on. You like me submissive. I’m lactating like I’m pregnant—don’t you want to fill me up? Bloated from your seed?” Mine pressed Daigo into his neck and grabbed his thigh. The interlude did little to curb their erections, and Mine sighed at feeling Daigo finally rub his cock against his still dripping hole. Daigo began to leave small biting kisses along his neck, causing him to tilt his head back. Breathless, he begged, “Put a baby in me, Daigo.”
Daigo shivered and pressed his cock into Mine’s ass, both moaning at the heat and girth entwined. Finally getting what he wanted, Mine groaned and clung tight enough to Daigo to leave marks under his nails. However, Daigo did not chase the warmth squeezing his thick cock, he rocked them both with a slow pace and Mine panted, but tugged on his arms to keep going. Daigo instead sat back a bit and pulled Mine’s hips with him, keeping them connected and bumping the bundle of nerves in the process. Mine’s dick twitched, covered in his own spend, but he nearly yowled when Daigo dug into that spot while slipping his head back down to claim his tit.
With renewed vigor, Daigo worked his hips to keep Mine constantly stimulated. In turn, he leaked more milk, which only had Daigo groaning to keep drinking. A cycle of stimulation that kept them both on the borderline to an orgasm, both perfectly providing the exact thing the other wanted. To be fucked, to be fed. Daigo’s mind drifted off into the rhythm, with no other thoughts other than to drain Mine’s still sensitive tits. It grew quickly into a tight, full belly, causing him to pant for long moments in between switching breasts. The long periods of feeding had Mine blissed out and groaning, going in between periods of trying to chase an orgasm, but being unable to with the position. Only lying there and taking the overstimulation to his tits and the velvet smooth slide of Daigo’s cock in his ass. Daigo jolted and whined when Mine laid his hands on his stuffed belly and rubbed it. They both lost track of how long Daigo was feeding, but the milk never seemed to stop.
Throbbing from overfeeding, and feeling how big he got, Daigo thrust deep into Mine, one whining in pain, the other in pleasure. The slosh of the heavy milk in his bloated gut just made him want to flip around and just have Mine ride him, but—“Y-You have to breed me, Daigo. Ha… I need your cum, big boy.”
Daigo gasped at the nickname and thrust again, letting the pleasure of fucking his tight, wet heat override the ache in his belly. Mine continued to rub Daigo’s soft fat, letting the hairy skin drag against his palms. Daigo returned to resting in the crook of Mine’s neck and adjusted their positions to fold Mine forward, thighs spread wide, and hips pulled up. He moaned upon catching up to Daigo’s mating press intention. His cock was trapped under his distended belly, and Mine whined even harder being crushed by his weight. He held him tight, locking arms and ankles around him. Then, Daigo began to rail him.
Bracketing his arms against the bed, Daigo panted heavily as he thrust as hard and fast as he could manage. Mine was in bliss hearing the wet sounds of Daigo’s fat balls slapping into his ass and their sweat gliding over each other. Hiking his hips higher caused Daigo to nail his prostate over and over again. Daigo struggled to pant the words while fucking a blissed-out Mine. “You’re so fertile. Gonna knock you up.”
“Yes,” Mine begged, half sobbing. “Fuck me, fill me. I need your cum. Please, please.”
A thought entered Daigo’s brain then, that turned this ‘heat’ into a true one. Thrusting like an animal, Daigo pictured Mine swollen with his cum and fat tits squirting milk. He could make that true, he could make him bloated with his seed and drink more from Mine’s tits even if he was stuffed, at his limit, but Mine was begging him to help. He couldn’t hold back any more, anything to do to breed Mine until he was heavy and pregnant with his child.
Daigo slammed his hips into Mine, driving his cock as deep as it could go before shooting out cum with a deep, guttural moan. Thinking of his dream, he bursts longer and longer, intent on emptying his balls into Mine, hoping his seed would take. Mine spasmed around his cock, gasping with each rope filling him. Mine humped back into him as much as he could, and Daigo rocked with him until he came too, spilling so much release that it slid down their bodies and pooled on the towel. Following it up, he grabbed at his own tits, squeezing from the base to the tip to release long bursts of milk that hit Daigo’s chest.
Entirely soaked in their own mess, panting, groaning, sweaty, and exhausted. But satiated.
Daigo collapsed on Mine before wincing and rolling off to the side. Now his belly ache returned, cramping him. Without a cock to keep him plugged, Mine huffed and turned around onto his chest to try and keep his ass angled, but meeting the utterly soaked towel finally cleared his fog. He grimaced and sat up. Daigo hummed with disappointment at the sight of his cum not ‘taking’. Now who really was the one in heat?
Mine took a deep breath and raised his arms, going through a series of stretches. Daigo, fucked out, watched him with lazy, tired eyes. Once he was done, he looked back at his beloved and crawled over the bed to give Daigo a deep, burning kiss. He caressed his jaw and gazed into his unfocused eyes. The intensity of his look made Daigo lean into his touch. “Is it over?” Daigo croaked.
“You were perfect. I have maybe an hour before it comes back again.”
“An hour?” Daigo whined, petulant. “I’m spent for the night, Yoshitaka. I don’t know if I’ll be able to fuck you again.”
Mine kissed his forehead, then laid down next to him, ignoring the discomfort from the sticky and cold towel underneath him. He shuffled down as if to rest his head on his shoulder, but instead stuck his face into the crook of Daigo’s arm. Sighing, he lifted a little to give more access to his own armpit. Mine pulled out a sound Daigo had never heard before. It was nearly a purr, but more akin to a deep hum.
“That’s okay,” Mine rumbled, “I can do the work. We'd better eat something before it comes back again.”
“And shower.”
“Do not shower.”
“Change the sheets?”
“They smell like you too. Bring me your laundry.”
“Your head hasn’t cleared up at all,” Daigo whined. His thighs were sore from cramping during cumming. His dick was rubbed sore. His belly was tight and full, but it wasn’t as pleasant without the care of it being soothed and rubbed. “I have to do work tomorrow,” he bemoaned, torn with wanting to help Mine, but being physically unable to. “I don’t…” He didn’t know what to say or do now.
His drop in mood must’ve changed his scent as Mine lifted his face with wide worried eyes focused on Daigo. He ran his hand through the hair on Daigo’s chest before rubbing the distended top of his bloated belly. Daigo sighed with a bit of relief. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Mine shook his head. “I’ll take care of you. Go clean yourself up, and I’ll make us some food. I’ll make the bed how I want it, too.”
Daigo frowned at him. “How do you have the energy to do all this? I want to be here for you, Yoshi, I really do, but I don’t think I have the capability to help you.”
“Nonsense,” Mine whispered and laid a kiss over Daigo’s arm. He then tapped his breastbone, and Daigo noticed that his chest looked sore, but not as engorged as it was earlier. “This is the Kirin side affecting the human side of me. Not the other way around. It’s excess energy stores that have to be burned off. The periods between heat waves will get longer and longer until the heat stops affecting me. Of course I’d prefer you, but you’re fully human. It can’t be helped that you can’t use the same energy I have. Give me toys while you’re at work tomorrow.” He kissed his cheek this time. “Though I will be begging for you by the time you get home…”
“Just a few days, right?” Daigo groaned, wondering if he really was prepared for just short of marathon sex. He couldn’t even do that in his twenties; he was going to be fucked.
Mine skirted his palm around the side of his fat belly, humming with joy over the warmth. “Yes. With you around, it will be over quickly.”
When Daigo was done with his shower, he stepped out to see Mine tucking in the bedsheets. However, on Mine’s side of the bed, he had pilfered the laundry hamper and the sweaty undershirt he had left on the floor in the living room. Mine told him that he had made some noodles and left Daigo a bowl in the kitchen. Letting him set up his ‘nest’, Daigo found his meal and saw it topped with green onion and a fried egg. He shook his head in amazement. He hoped Mine could sleep during the night with all this pent-up energy.
Luckily, after another round of sex in the shower—Daigo’s insistence, he’d rather dry his skin out than have Mine cling to him smelling of sweat and sex through the whole night—Mine slept just fine. He woke up that morning with Mine’s face in his crotch and a half-awakened request to cockwarm him. Needy already, but they both had slept through the night just fine. Hm.
Daigo pressed Mine’s head down onto his dick. Maybe a morning quickie was fine.
It, however, barely reset Mine’s timer, having clearly not been enough without penetration. “Sorry,” Daigo sighed and kissed Mine, sprawled out on the bed surrounded by Daigo’s clothes. He threaded his watch around his wrist and clasped it before laying his palm onto his beloved’s cheek. Mine leaned into the touch, sniffing the sharp cologne that Daigo covered himself in. Surely the stench of their sexual escapades couldn’t cling to his fresh suit just by standing in the ‘den’. “But I need to go. You said you’d be fine.”
“But I want you to fuck me,” Mine whined. He grabbed Daigo’s hand before it drifted away and nuzzled his palm. “And my tits are sore. You need to drink from them.”
Daigo smirked and played with his hair. “Should I order a nursing pump to be brought up here?” Mine’s expression withered at the idea of anyone knowing what was going on behind closed doors. “Distract yourself until I get home. Then you can ride me like a racehorse.”
Mine licked his wrist, ignoring the silver watch. “I need you to fuck me. Hold me down, use me. Make me cum until I cry and fill me more.” He began to grind against the bed, his expression hazy. “Put a fawn in me.”
“Please just say 'baby'.”
“Impregnate me.” Daigo pulled his hand away, and Mine chased it for a moment before whining. If he could, he’d rather not leave for work. But unless he got shot, he wasn’t leaving his job for other things in life. A workaholic nature would lead to an early grave, according to some reports seen between business columns in the papers. But none of those men had a job as he did. Mine kept going, this time with a growl as he shoved Daigo’s underwear into his face. “You don’t get how much effort it takes to not go full Kirin.”
“Well…” Daigo paused. How had that not been suggested before? “Why aren’t you? Is it worse for you to?”
Mine hummed for a full five seconds. “Do you want a sexually frustrated sharp-toothed creature the size of a horse taking up your entire bed for a week?”
“No, thank you.”
“Yet you treat me like this. When you get back, you might have lost access to your bedroom.”
Daigo scratched his neck at the fresh shave. “That’s true. But then I couldn’t put a baby in you at that point, right? Hold on for me, Yoshitaka. You’ll be rewarded for waiting.”
Two hours later, Daigo was at Headquarters with the AC fixed and busy with piles of paperwork his patriarchs had left him with. Managing the various businesses and territory shifts in the Tojo was a nightmare to wrangle, but almost every day, Daigo walked in ready to right any wrongs. It was easier than discipline, but not nearly as interesting.
Luckily, he got his break with a visit from Majima, there thankfully for once to complain about the dogs in the Tojo that didn’t know their place and how Daigo wanted Majima to handle things. It was a good distraction from, well, everything, as he could snap Daigo out of rigidity with ease. The moment he walked into his office, Majima flopped onto the couch and complained about the food at a restaurant he tried.
Daigo joined him, sitting opposite of him, ready to add his own tale of bad service when Majima went suddenly quiet. Thrown off, he watched Majima instead of speaking and just saw him lean forward, leather pants creaking. He squinted at him, sniffed, then the critical look dropped. He resumed his lackadaisical presence by leaning back into the couch, hands behind his head. …Alright.
“What’s your report? Did the Sakura Family—“
“Give my regards to the obviously sick, Yoshi-chan.”
Stone-faced, Daigo sighed and deflected like a natural. “It’s just the flu… now, back on subject. Where were you on—“
“Yer makeup to hide the hickies is smearing.” In a panic, Daigo reached for his neck to feel if sweat was actually making them visible. He’d been careful to avoid the heat as much as he could, but today was even hotter than yesterday… Majima just snorted. “I was lyin’. Chairman, you dog!”
Daigo cleared his throat and hoped his blush wasn’t as bad as he felt it was. “Let’s get back on track, please…”
The meeting lasted no more than half an hour, Majima giving him spitfire things to look out for that could be concerning in the future. Names and places, places and names. Daigo was about to sigh with relief as he was writing the last of his notes when his phone rang. Automatically, he flipped it open and answered.
Heavy panting opened the line, and Daigo bit his tongue on how direct what was about to transpire. He went for a corporate approach, “Hello?”
“Daigo…” Mine’s whine was broken. “Get over here. I can’t cum without you.”
“Right, you’re waiting for my end of things,” he responded, shimmering with a steady cool voice. “You’re going to have to give me another day to get you what you need.”
Mine growled again into the receiver, but he sounded so strained and pent up that he basically hissed his words. “Don’t you dare. You promised to be home when you were done with work.” There was a thump. “I-I’ll take your voice, I just need to cum, please. Tell me I’m good.” More thumping and a slick sound followed. “Tell me I’m a perfect cocksleeve. That I’m your cumdump.”
Daigo stood up and waved Majima away in dismissal. As Mine babbled another confession, Daigo tilted the phone into his collarbone and whispered, “Thank you for your help today, Majima.” Dismissed, he pushed himself off the couch and wandered out the door.
“Give ‘im my regards,” Majima said with a flap of a hand over his shoulder. Daigo merely frowned and sat at his desk.
Mine continued moaning in his ear, slick sounds and thrusting clearly picking up pace as he got himself off to his own words. “Promise me you’ll cum in me and plug me up so it keeps. That—fuck—you’ll use me.”
“Yoshitaka?” Daigo whispered once the door was shut. He gripped his thigh. Work couldn’t be farther from his mind as he closed his eyes and pictured Mine on the bed, pleading for him, for his touch, for his seed, for his kiss.
“Yes?”
Daigo swallowed. “Are you using your toys?”
“Yes,” he moaned.
“Then be a good boy and get yourself ready for me when I come home tonight.”
He’d never wished to get a workday over with more before.
Daigo did not need to go to work the next day, and despite the longer refractory periods for Mine, they still took advantage of the added time to fuck like rabbits. True to Mine’s wish, Daigo promised to keep him plugged between rounds of sex. As they waited for Daigo to recover, Mine gave him tips on how to shorten the refractory period. It all seemed like bullshit to Daigo, but either with placebo or simply turned on by the slight bulge in Mine’s lower belly, they kept at it.
He drained Mine’s tits as soon as he could, drawing out heavy whimpering and an orgasm. Just when Daigo couldn’t drink anymore, the milk production finally ended. Thankful for the sign Mine’s heat was slowing down, Daigo—too full to fuck him and too tired to keep up—lay down and asked Mine to use him. Quite literally tapping out when it got too painful to keep going. But before it got to that point, Mine rode him until his cock felt worn down to a nub. Only filling him with watery orgasms that Mine whined in response to, about how he needed more.
It was brutal, sweaty, sometimes painful, and almost always pleasurable. Sometime in the morning the following day, they woke up, still wrapped around each other. Mine grimaced at the feeling of cum dried on their pressed stomachs. Grossed out by the glue, Mine pulled away with sticky skin, the movement waking Daigo up properly in the process. He closed his eyes again and complained, “Too much… I’m going to need food and a few hours if you actually want cum to come out of me.”
Mine took a deep breath, and for the first time in what felt like over a week, the smell of thunder was finally petering out, and sex and sweat dominated the bedroom. Sitting up, he massaged his chest and purely felt soreness and not a weight he needed to squeeze out. His mind was sharper than ever, but he couldn’t taste the salt of a heat wave rising on his horizon anymore. “We’ve had enough sex for a good few months, I’d say.”
“Hm?” Daigo opened an eye. “Are you saying that it’s over?”
“Seems like it.” Mine stretched his arms above his head, then cracked his neck. He had missed his workout routine yesterday, and he was craving vermicelli for some reason. He took another deep inhale and got Daigo’s natural scent. “It’s nice. It no longer smells like a rainstorm in here.”
Daigo rolled onto his side and shuffled himself up to sit against the headboard. “What do you mean by that?”
Mine looked over at him. “You can’t smell it?”
“Smell what?”
“My pheromones.”
Daigo shook his head and knitted his brow. “No. And if I can’t… are you saying there are scents that you can smell, but I’m unable to? Is it just with the heat, or do things smell better or worse for you?”
Mine glanced over at him and struggled to find words to describe it. Hell, he didn’t even know if there were other differences other than during a heat. “I don’t know. I don’t think my biology is that much different.”
Daigo sighed and swung his legs off the bed. He rubbed the side of his chest as he stood up, wincing at the soreness there too. “I suppose it’s a mystery we won’t discover, then.” He dipped into the bathroom, and Mine sat back and took stock of his body.
He’d need the rest of the day to recover from how sore everything, especially his ass, was. A bath sounded nice, and cleaning up the bedroom was a must as well. Right, he also needed to pick up his car. There was a chance it was broken into and stolen since then, but he’d track it down.
“Yoshitaka!” Daigo shouted from the bathroom. “Just how fattening do you think your milk was?”
Mine planted a foot on the floor, but kept his bare lap covered by the duvet. “You gained weight then? Perfect.”
“I wish,” Daigo grumbled and entered the doorframe. The bright bathroom lights backlit him and his disappointed frown. “With all our activity, I actually lost a few pounds.”
Hm. Daigo liked the idea of all that mess then? He did seem overeager to drink after all. Truthfully, Mine had no idea when a heat would come back again, but he doubted it’d be anywhere close for a few years. As such, Mine accepted a powerful change for himself. One only his Kirin self could provide with an intense spiritual bond. Now that the fog lifted, it was time to ask Daigo for his thoughts on the idea. “Ah… well, I suppose there’s one way I can bring back my milk without the heat. But, I’d need your explicit approval if we carry forward with this plan.”
Daigo scratched at his unshaven beard. Candidly naked, soft and strong, curiosity and kindness beaming off of him. The sight of him so open and warm and forgiving for what Mine just put him through. It made his heart warm, and a feeling deep in his heart swirled. “What do you mean?” Daigo questioned.
Mine leaned his chin on his hand and asked in an even tone. “I’m pregnant. Do you want children?”