Song Yan gently caressed and teased the small nubs on Bai Yucheng’s chest, eliciting increasingly sultry sounds from him. Although Song Yan desired him greatly, he held back out of concern for Bai Yucheng’s apparent fatigue.
“Mmm… Song Yan…” Bai Yucheng squirmed, his face flushed as he grasped Song Yan’s hand and pleaded softly, “Don’t…”
Due to the changes in his body, Bai Yucheng was reluctant to let Song Yan see him. He was a little afraid that his deformed body might repulse him. However, Song Yan paid no mind to these natural changes, especially considering Bai Yucheng carried their child.
“If I don’t massage them, you’ll be uncomfortable,” Song Yan continued, cupping Bai Yucheng’s soft chest. “You’ll need to feed the baby later.”
“Mmm…” Bai Yucheng whimpered like a kitten.
The idea of nursing still felt strange to Bai Yucheng, and he was somewhat surprised that his body could be capable of that.
Soon, Bai Yucheng’s shirt dampened—it seemed the time had come. Song Yan said nothing, silently kneading to alleviate the bloating and aching sensation.
“Mm… ah~” A needy moan escaped Bai Yucheng’s throat. Before he realized it, arousal had taken hold.
With his swollen belly, Bai Yucheng couldn’t see below, but Song Yan had a clear view. Without a word, he grasped Bai Yucheng’s eager member.
“No… don’t…” Bai Yucheng attempted to push Song Yan’s hand away, but his body betrayed him. He tried to arch his back, but the weight of his belly quickly tired him.
Song Yan chuckled softly, “Let me take care of you.”
With that, he lowered himself and took Bai Yucheng into his mouth. His tongue slowly enveloped the shaft, gently sucking.
“Mmm, ah… ngh~”
Bai Yucheng squeezed his eyes shut, afraid to look. Tears unconsciously spilled out. These past months had been difficult for both him and Song Yan, especially Song Yan. It took only a few moments before he climaxed in Song Yan’s mouth.
“Hah… ugh…” Bai Yucheng felt embarrassed, but after his orgasm, his entire body felt boneless.
Seeing Bai Yucheng’s flushed face, Song Yan merely kissed his forehead. He then noticed the dampness on Bai Yucheng’s chest. His smile deepened as he unbuttoned Bai Yucheng’s shirt, finally revealing the changes he’d been hiding—two reddened nubs, darker and slightly larger than before. Before he could react, a small, milky droplet seeped from one of them.
The sight made Bai Yucheng look indescribably beautiful. Song Yan lowered his head, first tentatively licking. A sweet, mellow taste flooded his mouth, exciting him further.
Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucked gently. The flavor filled his mouth completely.
“Ah! Mmm… no… no…” Bai Yucheng’s reactions were slower now. By the time he reached to grasp Song Yan’s hair, it was too late to stop him.
The stimulation and pleasure from his nipples began to torment Bai Yucheng anew. He wanted Song Yan, too. His entrance felt empty, recalling Song Yan’s warmth and strength. He unconsciously clenched a few times.
Song Yan couldn’t control his intensity. The taste clouded his mind; he only wanted more. His hands worked simultaneously, causing two thin streams of white liquid to spray from the dark red nubs, making a mess everywhere.
“Ah! Mmph!” Suddenly, Bai Yucheng grunted, his belly moving.
“What’s wrong?” Song Yan felt the movement, too, and quickly released the nipple, carefully observing the situation.
“Mmm… they’re kicking me.”
This doused half of their passion.
Bai Yucheng noticed milk on Song Yan’s face and hair. His face flushed crimson as he turned away. “You… go wash up quickly…”
For some reason, pregnant Bai Yucheng appeared softer and gentler. Song Yan nodded dazedly but first used a tissue to clean Bai Yucheng a bit before reluctantly heading to the bathroom.
The heat hadn’t left Bai Yucheng’s face as he hastily adjusted his clothes. He silently berated himself for being so weak, aroused by just a few touches while carrying two babies. How could he have wanted…
Yet, he recalled Song Yan’s ministrations, which indeed alleviated much of the aching fullness.
“How… how did it come to this…” he muttered to himself.
Song Yan was equally tormented. His desire remained undiminished; even cold water couldn’t calm it. But Bai Yucheng’s body couldn’t handle this now, and the doctor advised against penetration, suggesting pregnancy services instead.
Sighing softly, Song Yan realized he felt nothing for anyone but Bai Yucheng.
He grasped his substantial member, imagining it was Bai Yucheng’s warm mouth, picturing him kneeling, stretched around his desire, licking and sucking eagerly. His thumb circled the tip, sending a jolt through him.
Come to think of it, Bai Yucheng had never pleasured him orally before.
Imagining Bai Yucheng’s efforts while savoring the recent sweet taste, Song Yan groaned, bracing against the tiled wall—clearly, this wasn’t enough.
“Song Yan, what’s wrong?”
“Yucheng… ngh!”
Seeing Bai Yucheng enter, his arousal surged uncontrollably.
Mortified, Song Yan hastily covered himself with a towel. “Why did you come in…”
“I… I thought you…” Bai Yucheng heard the noise but couldn’t clearly hear what Song Yan was doing. Concerned, he came in to check, only to find Song Yan turn and… now white traces marked the floor tiles.
“It’s nothing, go back. It’s slippery here.” Song Yan was equally embarrassed, having climaxed so quickly at the mere sight of Bai Yucheng.
As if possessed, Bai Yucheng blurted, “I… I could help you…”
Both blushed at these words, stunned.
Bai Yucheng didn’t want Song Yan using those services, feeling hurt at the thought of him touching others. Song Yan clearly didn’t want to go either. He’d been so attentive lately, even helping Bai Yucheng with his pregnancy-induced arousals, never asking for anything in return.
Seeing Song Yan like this, Bai Yucheng felt guilty.
He could help, couldn’t he?
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