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Prapai was a pretty normal guy. He went to the gym, he went to work, he went out to a bar or a club at night, and if he was lucky (it was rare that he wasn’t) he’d end the day with someone in his bed. His days off he’d spend racing his bike around the local track, trying to beat his personal record, already the fastest time anyone at said track has seen. The only person who could beat Prapai was Phayu, and they sometimes went back and forth on the leaderboard behind the front desk. Phayu wasn’t terribly concerned about racing though, preferring to fix the bikes rather than be behind the handlebars.
Phayu, much like Prapai, was a pretty normal guy too. He didn’t go to the gym, only because he had one in his house, and sometimes he stayed home from work on the days he wasn’t needed in the office. He still got everything done, maintaining his informal title of hardest working employee by his boss, he just did it in the comfort of his own home when he could. Phayu also went to bars and clubs, though not as frequently as Prapai. Usually only when Prapai could convince him to go out with him, and Phayu was adamant that he wouldn’t find anyone. He didn’t usually, but on a few rare occasions there was someone who could manage to tempt him for a night.
That was until he met Rain. With Rain, normal went out the window. He still hit the gym, he still went to work. Phayu did not go out unless Rain was with him anymore, though he never really enjoyed the party life before so that wasn’t too much of a loss. Rain was his boy. His sub. His baby. He didn’t need anyone else.
There were many things that Phayu would do for Rain that he wouldn’t for anyone else. Changing the diaper of someone who was perfectly capable of making it to the bathroom (most of the time) was never something Phayu thought he’d choose to do for anyone, but with Rain he wanted it. The thought of feeding a bottle to anyone other than an infant never crossed Phayu’s mind before, but now it was second nature to settle into bed with his boy and feed it to him until he fell asleep. Phayu was always the top, but never a dominant in bed with anyone else, but the headspace he settled into when he was punishing his boy, spanking him into next week, that was something that he couldn’t imagine giving up now that he knew what it felt like.
Everything Phayu did, even if it didn’t seem like it, eventually made its way back to Rain. Every blueprint he worked on, every bike and car he fixed at his garage, every race he went to for Pakin, it was all for his boy. To give him the best life he could.
Which was why letting Rain nurse from him didn’t seem like a big deal at all.
It started off slowly, with Rain rubbing his cheek on Phayu’s bare chest before bed. That turned into rooting after a while, which tumbled into full fledged nursing. In order to make it the best he could for Rain, Phayu tried everything he could to induce lactation, and after a few patient weeks, his milk finally came in.
Everything fell into place after that. They figured out a routine, how often Rain needed to nurse before Phayu’s newly swollen breasts got too full, how long it would take for them to have a quick session if necessary. Phayu got a small pump, and what Rain couldn’t drink while he wasn’t home, he was able to have in a bottle later if he wanted to. The boy loved the taste of Phayu, and when he found out that he was just dumping the extra milk down the drain if Rain wasn’t there to drink it, he nearly threw a full fledged tantrum.
Phayu was no stranger to the sores and ouchies that came with nursing. Chapped nipples when Rain drank just a few too many times in a day, sore breasts from when Rain didn’t drink enough times in a day, the ache in his arm that came from supporting Rain’s head when he would jump on Phayu and ask for nursies now, and Phayu didn’t have the heart to tell him to wait until he could get a pillow to prop his arm up. They were familiar, even welcome sometimes. A reminder that he was feeding his boy, being the best he could for him.
This ouchie though, this was nothing Phayu had ever experienced. The other aches and pains were tolerable, easy to work through and even remediable if Phayu took the time to make it better. This time, he felt like Rain would never be able to nurse from his right side again if he didn’t fix it soon.
A small bump on said breast convinced Phayu that he had cancer, until he looked it up to confirm (since the internet couldn’t say he had something worse than cancer), relieved to learn that he most likely had a clogged milk duct. Much easier to deal with and far less threatening than breast cancer.
This thing hurt though. His right breast was tender and warm, angry from the moment he noticed it. The internet said to nurse as normal, that that would help clear it, but Phayu could tell that his letdown was going to be rather disappointing, already dreading the moment Rain got his lips around the nipple. Rain didn’t like to nurse when Phayu wasn’t ready to. He liked having his belly full when he decided he needed it.
Although Phayu loved it, Rain also had a habit of cupping Phayu while he fed from him. Sometimes his fingers would knead at the breast, other times he’d let his hand linger there while he drank. It was the cutest thing in the world to Phayu, but the location of the clog fell right where Rain always rested his hand.
He gave Rain the rundown of what was happening, the boy already tense with nerves. Rain, despite being a baby, was a little too good at knowing exactly what Phayu was feeling when he was feeling it. He could tell his daddy was in pain, and that it was his breast causing that pain. Apprehensive lips wrapped around the nipple, Rain’s hand coming up to do his typical holding, though it didn’t last long as Phayu gasped in pain at the contact.
“No, it’s okay, baby. Keep going,” Phayu begged, hoping that his desperation wasn’t scaring Rain even further. He still seemed nervous, but he listened to Phayu like the good boy that he was.
Only this time, the suck was met with such resistence that Phayu couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh. There was hardly any milk coming out, and his engorged breast was proof that he was most certainly full.
“All gone?” Rain asked.
“No, it’s not all gone, I promise. Keep trying, please.”
Rain did try again, but similar to the first time he tried, his hand brushed up against the clog. Had Rain not been on his lap, Phayu would have doubled over in pain.
It seemed as if he wasn’t the only one completely turned off by the situation, as Rain now sat up and scrambled to the other end of the bed.
“Baby, I know you’re scared of hurting Daddy, but I need you to help me.”
Rain vigorously shook his head. “Uh uh. No.”
A groan left his lips, showing just how much pain he was in. Phayu never would have done anything that could possibly translate as disappointment in Rain. He wasn’t disappointed, he knew exactly why Rain couldn’t do it, he was just frustrated that he was scaring his boy. And taking away from his nursing time. This wasn’t just something that Phayu needed Rain to do. He needed it physically, but they both needed it emotionally.
Phayu, while he enjoyed spoiling his boy, was not the best at splurging for himself. The pump that he got was cheap. It got the job done when Rain wasn’t around to do it, but the suction on it was subpar and all it did was make his chest burn. He needed more. And he needed it now.
“Hop in the car, baby,” he instructed Rain while he grabbed a few things.
“Where?” Rain asked, curious, but afraid of the urgency his daddy was rushing them out of the house.
“You’re going to go see Uncle Saifah while Daddy takes care of his ouchie.”
Rain liked Saifah plenty, and he couldn’t deny that he was excited, but he really didn’t want to leave his daddy. He still hadn’t nursed! But Phayu seemed ahead of that as he thrusted a full bottle in Saifah’s hands as soon as he arrived.
“Sorry, I’m having a minor emergency. Just heat up the bottle and give it to him, he should fall right asleep. I’ll be back before he wakes up. Rain, I love you, I promise I’ll be right back.”
And with that he gave his boy a kiss, and he was back in the car, off to his next destination.
The elevator in the building was empty, much to Phayu’s relief. It gave him a moment to unmask, to let himself slump against the wall and wince all he needed. Luckily it didn’t take too long to get to the floor he needed, and Phayu was past the elevator doors the second they opened, rushing to the last door on the floor.
He knocked only a few times, but they were urgent. As soon as the door creaked open, Phayu was rushing to explain.
“I’m sorry, this is going to be really weird. I have a clogged milk duct and I need you to suck it out for me.”
Prapai’s eyebrows shot up underneath his unkept hair. It was his day off, but it was early enough in the afternoon for him not to have left his condo to go home yet. Phayu was grateful for the fact that Prapai liked to share every detail of all of his sexual encounters, just this once, including what time he usually left his condo after a hookup.
“You want me to suck your tit?”
Phayu was also grateful that he himself had no shame in the sort of relationship he and Rain had, that all of his close friends and family knew that he was nursing his boyfriend. Some of them found it weird, but Prapai and Saifah just shrugged it off like it was just another Tuesday. Phayu was pretty sure he’d rather chop his whole right boob off than have to stand there and explain why he had a clogged milk duct right now.
“I don’t want it, I need it. There’s a difference. Rain is too little to understand that he needs to suck hard to get it out. He was too afraid of hurting me and refused to do it anymore. I need you to just suck hard a couple times and it’ll fix itself. Hopefully.”
Prapai shrugged and stood to the side to let Phayu in.
He had a warm compress underneath his shirt the entire ride over, since that’s what the internet said would help. All they needed to do was get it done.
“So I just…” Prapai gestured to Prapai’s breast as he was removing his shirt. It was obvious which one was clogged, the right one looking like a swollen tomato compared to his left.
“Yeah,” Phayu breathed out, preparing himself. Prapai wasn’t moving nearly fast enough for his liking, so he gently cupped the back of his head and tried guiding it to his nipple.
Prapai, while he wasn’t significantly taller than Rain, was bigger than him. Phayu and Rain had mastered the art of nursing while standing for times when the boy simply couldn’t wait for Phayu to sit down, but Prapai was not quite there with it. The angle he was at meant that he wasn’t getting a good seal around Phayu’s nipple. They needed to sit down.
It was better, albeit a little more awkward now that they were in a more intimate position. Phayu now needed to hold Prapai’s head up, and he caged his breast with his other hand, almost guiding his areola to Prapai’s mouth. It was really second nature to him at this point.
Prapai was able to get good suction, and Phayu could feel the relief just from the first firm suck. He whined, both from the pain and the anticipation of relief he hadn’t been able to feel all day. Phayu was so sure that he was going to have to be stuck with this clog forever, but the end was now in sight.
Another suck had Phayu’s vision clouding. The sounds leaving his lips were foreign, one’s he’d never made before in his life. Phayu knew pain, he knew what physical suffering felt like from the handful of times he fell off a motorcycle at its top speed. This was different though. A more intimate part, especially now that his chest was different. Phayu couldn’t keep the whimpers of pain inside.
It didn’t take much longer for relief to come. Phayu could feel as the milk pushed through the clog, able to tell when the majority of it hit Prapai’s tongue by the way his lips twitched. He knew that this probably wasn’t the end, that the pain would likely come back a few more times over the next day or two, but he was thankful that it was better now.
Prapai was about to sit up when he saw the way all of the tension drained from Phayu’s face, but he was stopped by a hand on the back of his head.
“I need to get most of the milk out for it to go away quickly. Rain usually drains me. If you don’t mind…”
Prapai picked up what Phayu was putting down. “Are you sure?”
Phayu nodded. And that was all Prapai needed to settle back down into his hold and wrap his lips around Phayu’s nipple.
As Prapai sucked, each one more feverous than the last, Phayu observed. He was always looking at Rain while he nursed, but after so long he memorized all of Rain’s little quirks and habits. Prapai was new, and though Phayu wasn’t sure this was ever going to happen again, his eyes caught every little twitch of Prapai’s lips, the way his cheeks hollowed ever so slightly when he pulled more milk. His ears caught the tiniest little noises he was letting out, the tiny whimpers every time he unlatched slightly, the noise his lips made when he sucked just a little too hard and lost the seal around Phayu’s nipple. He was taking in everything, and finding that he didn’t hate it as much as he thought he would.
Phayu wasn’t a jealous person. Possessive, yes, but that’s different than jealousy. What’s his is his and what isn’t doesn’t matter. Nursing was his and Rain’s time. People they were close to knew that they did it, but no one ever saw it happen. It was sacred. Phayu was sure that it was only something he’d do with Rain. Yet here he was, having Prapai sucking him dry, and he didn’t hate it.
As soon as he was officially empty, Prapai even licked up the stray drops that streaked down underneath Phayu’s boob, making sure he got every last bit. The air was different as he sat up, more awkward than before.
“You, uh… don’t need help with the other one, do you?” Prapai questioned. Phayu could hear the longing in his voice, and it sort of broke his heart.
“No, that one’s fine. Gotta save some for Rain.”
Prapai nodded. “Of course.”
Phayu would have had to have been a fool not to notice how upset Prapai was as Phayu put his shirt back on and walked over to the door.
“I’ll talk with Rain about this. We’ll figure it out. He’s a sweet, understanding boy, I’m sure he won’t mind sharing me with you.”
Prapai didn’t make eye contact as he nodded. He bid Phayu a short goodbye and then all but ushered him out the door, leaving Phayu with nothing but to get to his car and on his way to Saifah’s for Rain.
He contemplated on his way home, not only how he was going to bring this up to his equally, if not more than himself, possessive boyfriend, but how he just let his best friend nurse from him. And he liked it.