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[ Date looks a little panicked as Corbeau steps out of his room instead of bringing Date inside but at his clarification and gentle touch, he relaxes. Okay, he can do this. So, he clings a little to Corbeau's hand and lets him guide him to the bathroom, making a few muffled cries along the way as the shirt brushes up against his nipples.

But the paper towel has had enough and his shirt is getting far too wet now, soaking up the milk as it spills from him and making Date whimper a little more. Thankfully, the walk to the communal bathroom isn't too long and when they get there, Date's pretty desperate at this point. ]

L-let's find a stall...

[ Leading him right into one of the private showers and closing the curtain behind them, Corbeau lifts Date’s shirt up to inspect the phenomenon directly. ]

Well, you’re sure productive aren’t ya?

[ That little bit of street rat dialect slipping into his voice, as it tends to when he’s in one emotion strongly or another. That emotion currently having the weirdest boner at the sight of the milky chest. The pitiful whimpers from Date certainly aren’t helping.

One drenched paper towel covered nipple gets an exploratory press of his middle and pointer finger. ]

[ Oh, that shouldn't be hot. But it is, the way Corbeau's voice goes a little raspy with his dialect change and Date shivers a bit, not just from the overwhelming arousal already coursing through his body. He's just going to let Corbeau take the lead here, of course, his hands reach up to rest on Corbeau's shoulders while the other man pushes his shirt up.

The paper towel is soggy, definitely about to fall right off his chest if he's not careful. The only thing holding it up is the wet tape that he taped it up with. But then Corbeau is pressing his fingertips against Date's nipple and Date lets out a soft cry, knees almost buckling with the sudden wave arousal and the sudden drip of milk escaping him. Holy shit. ]

If — if you're going to — [ Oh god, how does he say it? His voice turns into a mumble then, embarrassed. ] If you... drink my milk... just warning you, it might be an aphrodisiac.

[ The Diamonds truly does wonders on his bodily fluids. ]

[ Part of the reason he so enjoys pairing with Date is his receptiveness. He’s so vocal and unhindered, playing with him is like eating something full of calories and flavor. An appropriate thought for what’s happening now, wasn’t it? He could literally dine on the man.

At the mumbled words he brushes their lips together, stealing a couple quick pecks. ]

If I drink it?

[ It’s time to give the other nipple attention, fingers working carefully to free it from its soaked prison while also applying enough pressure to encourage more squirting. ]

You’re cute. Like I can’t tell you want me to drink it. I wonder … will you spill your load just from me playing with these? Bet I don’t even have to touch your dick.

[ The kisses are nice, a little grounding when he's swimming in a haze of pleasure from the way his body is worked up and the teasing Corbeau is doing to his nipples. He pants softly and can't help the hoarse laugh that spills out of him when Corbeau teases him about drinking it. Yeah, alright, he definitely wants Corbeau to drink it — the thought alone drives him a little crazy — but he was trying to be polite!

... He supposes there's no need for manners here. His nipples, hard and swollen and barely needing any pressure on the tip of them before they're squirting out more milk, are red hot against Corbeau's fingers and Date pants a little harder. ]

You won't. [ Haaaaah. ] You won't have to touch it. If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come. If — when you put your mouth on me, I'm gonna come too.

[ He keeps imagining it. The slick slide of Corbeau's tongue against his incredibly sensitive nipple, pressing against him and swallowing down the milk. He moans, even at the thought and his eye flutters closed, mouth hanging ajar. ]

Feels good... nngh... keep going, please.

There we go - it feels better to be honest, right?

[ So he dips his head down once he's worked off the barrier, first circling his tongue around the disc of the left areola while he frees the right with his nimble fingers. The sensation of warm milk dripping down his skin is thrilling as he gives the right a steady massage. Before he actually puts his mouth on the left, he looks up at Date with a grin. ]

I'm so glad you came to me. Knew I'd give you exactly what you need. Maybe if I do this just right, you'll moo for me. Like the Miltank back home when they're milked.

[ Then, he dives in, lips pressing firmly against the base of the nipple and latching on. Somehow he figures Date doesn't really need to be eased into this, giving him some needy suction right off. It's a delight to find the stuff tastes good too, sweet and smooth. He can't help but dart his tongue in for little tastes between sucks. ]

[ Date should find it a little more disturbing to be compared to a, what, cow? What the hell is a Miltank. It must be a cow or something like it, considering the monsters Corbeau has described back home. But none of that is really anything he's focused on right now when instead, there is wet tongue on oh so sensitive nipple and he nearly falls to his knees right there. Instead, he does crumple somewhat against the wall of the shower stall, his hand quickly reaching up to clutch the back of Corbeau's head and keep him there, sucking on his nipple, drinking his milk.

His mouth falls open in a moan that echoes off the walls of the shower stall and he doesn't even think anymore, can't even put together any coherent thought at all. All he can think about is mouth on his nipple, the milk spilling from him and down Corbeau's throat, and how hard his cock is. He wants to come, his free hand drops down to press a palm to his cock through his pants, hissing slightly at the overwhelming pressure taking over his body. Holy shit. ]

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

[ He mumbles, eye closed and bliss across his features as he gets milked. This is heaven, he thinks. ]

Now, now ... I thought you weren't going to touch it.

[ Murmured around Date's nipple with the intention of sending some vibrations along the nerves there. When Corbeau unlatches with a wet pop he'll meet eyes with him, making sure he's looking before running his tongue lazily over his milky top lip. It's only so he can give the other side attention, moving his mouth there to tongue and suckle as loudly as he can. Making good use of the sopping mess Date's chest has become. The hand that isn't massaging his other pec dips down to give his ass a squeeze. While he's teasing him about rubbing himself, he's not going to actively stop the motion if Date really wants to. But he won't be getting any touches there from Corbeau. He's dedicated to the idea of just nursing to orgasm, no matter how hard his own cock is at this point. ]

[ Shit. He's right. Date completely forgot in his overwhelmed state and tears his hand away quickly to brace it against the side wall while he continues to clutch Corbeau and go along with the overwhelming sensation of being milked. His eyes, glazed over with arousal as they are, do keep watching Corbeau as he works his mouth over Date's nipples. The way he licks his lip, the milk staining him, it's all so painfully erotic that Date can't even put thought to it. His mind is an incomprehensible mess of desire and his body is quite the same as well.

Even when Corbeau talked around his nipple, that sent a shiver up his spine and a low moan spilling from his mouth and then Corbeau is switching to the other one which is... good because the pressure is heavier on the other one now that Corbeau has drank some of the milk. And when his ass is squeezed, he whines again, pressing back into that hand and feeling like every nerve ending in his body is on fire with arousal. ]

S-so good... so good...

[ It must be a base instincts thing, how soothing the rhythm of nursing feels. It mixes pleasantly with how arousing Date’s various noises are, encouraging Corbeau to find new ways to amp up the bliss for his (adorably) sensitive partner.

Breaking away from the content vacuuming with his lips for a moment, he laps at the productive bud with his tongue to flick some of the warm liquid around. Then he’ll rise up on his heels, brush their lips together and chuckle. ]

Taste yourself. You’re delicious.

[ A few teasing pecks, he wants Date to show him hunger. Put that addictive energy he’s getting from his body into a kiss so he can consume him in multiple ways. Even he can’t help but grind his still clothed hard on up against Date’s leg to relieve some of the immense pressure. ]

[ Date doesn't even hesitate when Corbeau leans up to kiss him. His hands move then, one hand sinking into Corbeau's hair, the other clutching his shoulder. And he kisses him, immediately chasing after something deeper beyond those initial teasing pecks. If Corbeau wants hunger, he gets it, when Date finally gets their lips pressed together in a needy, urgent kiss. Licking into his mouth with low moans spilling from his throat, he clutches him tighter and whines as he feels that erection against his leg.

When he pulls away, he feels a little dazed, a little drunk on the kisses (and milk). It does actually taste really fucking good on Corbeau's lips and he wouldn't mind kissing him some more if he was honest. ]

You treat me so well... hah...

[ But his chest still aches with the pressure of undevoured milk and he's already looking back at Corbeau with eager eyes as he tries to not say outright that he needs Corbeau back on his chest. But he does, he needs it, he can't get enough of it. ]

Corbeau, I need — [ He winces slightly, doubling over a bit as his chest throbs with the need for more, his nipples so achingly hard and puffy. It makes him gasp slightly. ] Keep going...

[ 'I need' is so enticing to hear, and spoken so desperately. As much fun as it would be to tease Date more, to get him to do more pretty begging, Corbeau is feeling generous. Starting at his bottom lip, he runs his tongue down the other's body, mercifully going quickly so as not to torture him too badly with the wait. Just painting a shiny stripe down his neck and chest before soft lips return to a needy nipple, kissing up against it and giving him as intense a suction as he's capable of. There's definite intention to leave a hickey, a nice little memory for Date whenever he looks down the next couple of days.

In case there was any doubt, the gentle pressure of teeth will make things crystal clear. Not as intense as the sucking, trying to feel out how Date reacts to it. There's a lot of learning still to be done when it comes to his new recruit.

The nipple not currently getting oral attention gets something experimental as well. While a human nipple can't be hand milked as easily as an udder, he's trying to mimic the movements as best he can with his palm and fingers. A little squeezing pressure via repetitive motion, up and down. ]

[ It works. All of it, all of it works. The suction on his nipple, the brush of teeth against him, and then the hand on his other pec, kneading at him just so. Date is a wreck, feeling completely gone on the pressure he's getting. He moans, low at first, trying to keep quiet but then the teeth come and Corbeau keeps drinking his milk and Date's moans come louder, more frequent, echoing in the bathroom.

His hands move, one clutching the back of Corbeau's hair, holding him to his breast while the other grips the shirt at his shoulder. He's so close to coming now, he realizes. It's just like he thought, even just this bit of suction is enough to get him off. It took a little longer than immediately but he's still — close. His cock aching, leaking in his pants, and he just needs a bit more to finally come, untouched. ]

Yeah... yeah... please, keep going...

Mmm.

[ Someone coming in wouldn’t be unwelcome, Corbeau thinks. Hell, it might actually enhance the experience even further. He’ll break from his nursing only briefly to whisper up against Date’s chest. ]

Go on. Let everyone hear how much you love being a needy little milk slut. Give in.

[ Then he’s back to work, tongue pressing the nipple down and swirling it around his mouth before giving another solid latch. The only suggestion had been for Date to not use his hands, but there’s nothing saying Corbeau can’t hump himself to orgasm up against his leg. The friction is so perfect, he doesn’t even mind it’ll be a mess. He’s already dripping with milk anyway. What’s one more thing to clean up after he’s milked his pretty cow to completion? ]

[ Oh, that's it. That's all he needs. Corbeau whispers such filthy words to him and Date's hips jerk forward at the teasing touch before the mouth returns — hot and perfect against his chest. It takes nothing at all then for Date to spill, for his cock to jerk and throb and without any touch at all, he comes. Spilling his load into the front of his pants, into his underwear as he lets out an aching cry and clutches Corbeau tighter. ]

D-Don't stop!

[ His nipples are still leaking milk, still so desperately in need of milking and Corbeau's mouth but he's come now, he's spilled his load. He breathes out hard and ragged as he rocks his hips against Corbeau, riding out his orgasm as he makes an utter mess of his pants, just as much of a mess as his shirt. Eye closed and head tilted back, Date moans again, just continuing to be a hot mess right now with overstimulated pleasure. ]

[ Oh yes, he doesn't regret deciding to take care of this need of Date's in the shower whatsoever. Afterwards he can reward him for his good behavior with a thorough washing, making sure to give special attention with a nice soft washcloth. Aftercare isn't something he gets to indulge in very often back home and the thought of spoiling Date further is appealing.

For now, though, he concentrates on continuing his milking, moving his mouth from the nipple currently being attended to and replacing it with another kneading hand. He's fairly close to losing it himself, but decides to ride it out just a little longer to savor the unique pleasure of being on the precipice. It'll help him give his best efforts to his leaky partner. ]

Maybe I'll have to do this to you everyday. Being suckled from like this usually encourages more production, doesn't it?

[ Lowering his head to do more of that, he slips his lips around one of the needy teats, cheeks hollowing with his efforts to try and drain the man of all his milk. ]

[ Date is not expecting the aftercare Corbeau is envisioning so when he gets it, he'll definitely melt right into it. But for now he's just going to cling to the other man, letting him milk him with his hand and his mouth. He feels so good, so blissed out on pleasure and sensation that this can hardly get any better than it already is.

He's definitely producing less milk now, almost fully milked by Corbeau with all the drinking and touching they've been doing. It's making clarity return to his head just a little bit but he's still too drunk on pleasure that it isn't by much. He just feels amazing right now, too amazing to think, too amazing to even care. Just give him it all. ]

[ Never in his adult life has Corbeau let himself orgasm while still fully dressed, so it's quite a shock to him when he thinks he has things fully under control only to be caught off guard by his own orgasm. It's triggered by a combination of things - the friction, of course, but also the sounds their bodies are making rubbing up against each other in the acoustics of the bathroom, and the way Date looks in the throes of pleasure.

Still trying to suck the other dry, there's a startled groan around the nipple in his mouth. His release hits him so suddenly he pops off from losing his rhythm and has to steady his quivering body against the taller man so he doesn't simply collapse to the floor. Taking a few panting breaths he steadies himself again, arms wrapping around Date to pull them flush together. ]

T-that was ... not part of the plan ...

[ He can't say he's expecting it either when Corbeau comes and there's a noise, one of surprise, when Corbeau's hips jerk against Date and he feels the warmth of the cloth against him. He knows it's not from his own residual mess and he looks out in shock for a moment, especially as Corbeau lets go of his nipple and shudders against him. He lets Corbeau pull them flush together go and pants softly, eagerly, clutching Corbeau back. ]

Ha... I guess... you really did like it...

[ It's not teasing a remark or anything like that. It's genuinely just a blissed out comment on how good it feels. There's a squirming sensation from Date after and he does pull his hands back, so he can push his pants and underwear down. With the mess they've both made of each other now, there's no salvaging his clothes — he'll have to take a robe from the bathroom instead. So he drops them down and kicks them to the side with his shirt, leaving him naked there with Corbeau. ]

Does this mean you're done?

[ He sounds vaguely disappointed, though there's not a lot of milk left either. ]

[ Soon he won't have to be naked alone, Corbeau stripping himself since his clothing is now both drenched with milk and stained with come. It's all tossed to the side in a bit of a huff as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair and reaches for the knob to get the hot water flowing. ]

You sound dissatisfied. I don't like the idea of being unsatisfying.

[ At first he just kneads at Date's chest with his palms and fingers, trying to judge how much milk is actually left. Once he's determined it's worth the effort he'll dip his head back down, taking the left nipple between his lips and grazing it with his teeth. For the moment his back shields most of the shower head spray from reaching Date, meaning he can make sure the other man doesn't have to deal with the initial chilly stream. It'll warm up nicely in a minute, steam rising from the flow as it hits the cold tiles. ]

[ That's all he wanted. Just a bit more pleasure, a bit more caretaking. He watches Corbeau as the man kneads at him for a bit and then his lips are on his nipple and Date closes his eye, sighing softly and letting one of his hands slip fingers into Corbeau's hair while the other grips his shoulder.

There's a moan from Date, low and pleased as his head falls back and he pushes his chest up against Corbeau's mouth a little more insistently. He's thinking, vaguely, of the tattoos on Corbeau's body again. How intricate they are, how familiar, and he wonders what he'd do if Corbeau really was yakuza. Could they still do stuff like this? Or should he play willfully ignorant for a while longer?

Ah, it doesn't matter. His body shivers as the milk spills from his nipple and he sighs softly, satisfied, now that he's being milked dry. ]

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