[The sensation is wholly foreign, but he's explored enough new realms of experimentation with Cy that it doesn't frighten him at all, instead finding that deep rush of love and affection through his bloodstream. He wants to kiss Cy, but the man's mouth is occupied at his breast, sucking the milk this body has produced whether by resort happenstance or by some other, physical mechanism — he'll privately pretend one over the other. That Cy is the one who has caused this. The pleasure is electrifying, the sight of Cy's mouth closed over the peak of one nipple burned into his immediate awareness next to the dull, throbbing relief from a hand kneading swollen flesh.

He can feel the moment Cy's dick thickens again. He knows this man's body well enough by now that it raises a flag in his mind, because Cy is usually not so quick to respond, but — ah. The question is answered.]

No, no, I don't want to stop. Please don't stop. [That additional pressure where Cy's cock is seated in his ass makes his legs clench, muscle taut in the thighs. He can feel how wet he's become already, cunt against Cy's pelvic bone, a separate throb to the soreness of his breasts.] It's okay. I trust you. I want you to fuck me, and keep...

[He gasps, trying to coax Cy's mouth back onto his nipple for the hot relief of suction.]

It helps when you do that. The ache — it's better.