[How could he deny such sweet entreaties? Nikolai answers Matt's arching back and quivering whimpers by latching his mouth onto his nipple and suckling in earnest. Each pulse of his tongue and pucker of his lips is purposeful, confident in a way that belongs to Nikolai. An indulgent sigh simmers in his throat for each spurt of milk he coaxes out. Perhaps the juxtaposition should be strange, soft breasts and warm milk on his tongue and a cock stiffening in his grip, but Nikolai has always loved novelty. As far as he's concerned, he's been given a new way to love this body and heart that have become a refuge for him.
Pausing in his drinking, he swipes up the milk wetting his lips with his quick tongue. His laugh is sheepish as he continues cupping Matt's breast, slowly stroking his erection.]
I don't know why it turns me on so much... [Lapping at his partner's tits like a pup, that is. Guzzling the milk like he needs it to live.] But all Saints, you're gorgeous, Matt.
[He crowns this half-moaned declaration with a wet kiss to his nipple, before turning his attention to the other breast. With care bordering on reverence he laps up the beads of milk jeweling Matt's skin like tiny pearls, before capturing the puckered bud in his mouth to drink of it.]
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Pausing in his drinking, he swipes up the milk wetting his lips with his quick tongue. His laugh is sheepish as he continues cupping Matt's breast, slowly stroking his erection.]
I don't know why it turns me on so much... [Lapping at his partner's tits like a pup, that is. Guzzling the milk like he needs it to live.] But all Saints, you're gorgeous, Matt.
[He crowns this half-moaned declaration with a wet kiss to his nipple, before turning his attention to the other breast. With care bordering on reverence he laps up the beads of milk jeweling Matt's skin like tiny pearls, before capturing the puckered bud in his mouth to drink of it.]