[ Jyuto is indeed home right now, and he has no idea what the fuck is about to happen. He isn’t aware that these octopi are all in season, that there’s a Test Driving Meme with wild lactation prompts going on in it or anything of that nature because he’s too fucking busy climbing the ladder of his career every damned day. He’s completely unsuspecting when he opens the door, eyes lighting up a little when it’s Riou there and not someone trying to sell him something. ]
Mm…? Is something the matter, Riou? [ It’s unusual for Riou to come over unprompted like this. Most of their meetings are somewhat preplanned, since Riou isn’t as inconsiderate and selfish as Samatoki is. ]
[ Riou's eyes don't light up. Sorry, Jyuto. He's uncomfortable right now and his chest feels off.
Jyuto may notice that his nipples are poking against the inside of his shirt like he's been sitting in front of an air conditioner or something. Somehow his pecs feel even more taut than normal, practically bulging against his shirt, which is already normally obvious when he's not wearing his jacket. ]
[ The glimmer in Jyuto’s eyes dissipates when Riou brings up his dilemma, presumably the reason he’s come. His brows knit with concern. He isn’t a medical professional by any means, and it’s the time of day where Megumi’s clinic is going to be impossible to get a timely walk-in out of. Not that there aren’t other clinics for them to visit together, but Jyuto is partial. He passes a look to state of Riou’s chest— prominent is a good word to describe it. It’s overly emphasized in the tightness of his shirt despite a lack of intent to show off, little different than a fetish video. It doesn’t help that Riou is so clearly distressed over it. Jyuto feels bad when he looks at it too long, and not wanting to embarrass him, pushes the handle of his door down to let Riou in. ]
I’ll consult with Jakurai and Megumi through text message. Is the tightness only every now and then, or is it a constant feeling? [ Should they really be taking their time with this? Then again, Riou isn’t the kind of man to neglect himself of medical attention if he thinks he’s in need of it. He wouldn’t have come to Jyuto if a doctor were the more logical of options. ]
Take a seat wherever you like— [ Jyuto already helps himself to sending that text message, worried that the chest pain may be heart related. ]
[ He doesn't feel faint or feverish, he thinks, and using the rules of field triage he determined he didn't need a paramedic. That's typically the extent of Riou's medical knowledge though, and that meant going to Jyuto who would likely be able to figure out what to do. it wasn't as if it was a real strong pain, though, just... swollen, perhaps. ]
It started about a half an hour ago. It was barely anything at first, then it started feeling like my chest was swelling up. I don't recall being bitten by anything.
[ Which is a genuine concern. Riou knows about that spider that can bite you and give you a painful erection and basically ruin your life, so he thought maybe this was something similar, but he doesn't remember being bitten and hasn't been able to find a bite. ]
There is mild soreness on the surface level, but it's nothing I can't handle. The sensitivity is the larger issue.
[ Every time his shirt so much as brushes against him it feels like his nerves are all being brushed against at once. But there are the details. Surely Jyuto can help him figure it out. ]
Hm. [ Jyuto’s communicator buzzes when Jakurai gets back to him, with a general rundown of how he can to examine Riou for any issue. Though it’s straightforward in what it says to do, Jyuto realizes that the situation they’re in has some kind of undertone to it, and it’s going to be awkward for him to put his hands on Riou without the excuse of a moon cycle.
Is there a way for Jyuto to do this without it feeling sexual and creepy? It isn’t as if Riou’s a delicate flower or anything, but even though his current state qualifies as a medical concern, it’s still a little… ]
He says you’ll need to remove your shirt so that I can check for any knots or lumps. [ Jyuto can just blame Jakurai for this. He’s a medical professional, and Riou’s asking Jyuto for help. He shouldn’t feel weird about it, they’re doing this because they are worried about whatever may be going on. ] I can change the AC if you want me to. You aren’t cold, are you?
[ Despite his statement, there's not much other explanation for how hard his nips are right now that they're poking against his shirt. Riou pulls his shirt over his head and folds it properly, setting it on the nearest surface before turning back to Jyuto to stand in front of him. He keeps his arms at his sides. If anything, his chest looks more full, plump somehow? But not necessarily swollen. It's not red or anything. His nipples seem a little moist, almost, but haven't quite started doing anything odd yet... ]
[ Jyuto squints at Riou's chest, remembering it to be smaller. Dark brows furrow, and Jyuto peels off a single glove so that he can rub one side, checking for any bumps beneath the surface. A puffy nipple is slid between his ring and middle fingers, and Jyuto applies pressure onto the mound of Riou's left pec, finger tips sinking into flesh. It's almost more doughy. It's still muscle, but it's... ]
Did it get bigger? [ He's not the only one who sees a difference, is he? ]
[ What happens next is not something that either of them expects. Riou lets out a low sound of surprise in his throat as it almost feels like Jyuto's pressing bursts a dam. As if punctuation the word 'bigger,' a small amount of white squirts out of the nub he'd just been teasing, and starts slowly dripping.
Riou had been looking down to watch, but now he's looking at Jyuto almost dumbfounded. He doesn't... have any explanation for what is happening...... ]
[ Jyuto feels his face get warm, like he’s witnessed something he isn’t supposed to. This can’t not be embarrassing for Riou, can it? Jyuto holds his tongue in utter silence, watching the mysterious white fluid drip between the knuckles and down the back of his hand. He looks up, unsure of what to say to Riou. It seems they’re both just as confused by what’s happening. ]
Is it discharge? [ Like a popped boil? It doesn’t have the consistency of pus. His communicator buzzes with more information from Jakurai. Jyuto has to pick the device up with his gloved hand, since his other has Riou’s tit juice on it. When he reads the message though, his face changes; it’s starting to make sense, in a bizarre but very Prismatican way. ]
You didn’t happen to come into contact with octopi by any chance, did you? [ Apparently there’s been a surge of patients exhibiting similar symptoms. Riou being Riou, Jyuto feels las if he knows the answer without even having to look up from the screen. He does it anyway. ]
[ Oh, it is. Riou's not impossible to embarrass, but right now he's just so dumbfounded by what's happening that he's genuinely not even.. sure how to process this. Which is probably more and more apparent by the way that Riou takes a moment to even respond to the question because he's just... his nipples are leaking. His nipples are... leaking. Is it milk? Cis men can't lactate, can they? Even if they could... ]
Oh- yes, I caught two. Do you want some? I'll make soup with them later.
[ He's not making the connection just yet, and a little hyper-focused on what's happening... Riou reaches up for his nipple and touches it with his finger, then holds it up to his nose to sniff it, then licks the small sample off of his finger. Then his ears turn slightly pink and he looks a little awkward. ]
It’s a side effect of coming into direct contact with the ink of an octopus in season right now. Those who have come by the clinic are, regardless of sex, either having symptoms like yours or vomiting. [ Jyuto looks down at the shiny nipples, and then to Riou’s lips as his tongue peeks through to lick the milk from his finger. He’s so cute? Earnestly just trying to figure it out. ]
Does it taste like cow milk? [ Jyuto sets his communicator aside, moving a bit closer. After removing his other glove, he cups Riou’s chest with his hands, squeezing the proposed mounds of muscle with piqued curiosity. ] The message said that we can alleviate the ache by milking you. [ And Jyuto loves any excuse to grab Riou’s chest. ]
[ At least he didn't end up with vomiting, he thinks. That's quite a vast difference. This is uncomfortable and it makes him extra sensitive, but at least he isn't vomiting. Though his consideration of this is disrupted by Jyuto's squeezing before he's even able to answer the question. Sure enough, once Jyuto gets it started going, it picks up to a slight dribble more than the bead that had started at the nipple pinching. ]
We should go to another room, this could get messy.
[ Just that little squeeze and it's already flowing out like this.. He doesn't want to ruin Jyuto's floors. ]
It's different than a cow, somehow. You can taste it, if it's safe.
[ He assumes it's safe, or the directions Jyuto received probably wouldn't have been to milk him... he's going to be milked. He supposes it's fine if it's Jyuto, even if it's not something he'd ever considered a possibility for himself. If Jyuto was wondering what all embarrassed Riou, this is definitely it. He went in head first to catch some alien animal because he heard it was edible and now he needs to be milked. ]
[ Jyuto looks at the streaks left against his skin as it the droplets run down his hands. It isn't enough to fall onto the carpet, but Riou makes a point that Jyuto had almost forgotten about entirely. There's just something so weirdly hypnotic about what's going on. He's never seen this sort of thing firsthand before, due to that, it's captured his interest despite Riou's shyness. He sees the discomfort in his ears, blood having rushed to them when Jyuto had squeezed. A softer smile. ]
All right, let's relocate to the restroom. Tile will be easier to clean. [ But he wonders, does Riou really think he has that much in there to milk? Jyuto lowers his hands, bringing the back of one close to his mouth like he's trying to decide if he should try and give it a taste. Riou isn't discouraging him, and though he's visibly embarrassed, it doesn't seem as though he'll keel over if Jyuto takes a lick. Deciding his curiosity outweighs his desire to maintain a degree of professionalism in front of Riou (Riou doesn't care and never has), he does just that— run his tongue up the small stain on his hand and then considers the flavor. ]
Hm. [ Difficult to label, isn't it. It's different than cow milk, than almond milk or soy milk. Some darkness crosses his eyes upon swallowing, and he decides that it's fine. ] You don't have to be embarrassed while I do it. I imagine it'll probably feel good. [ An attempt to comfort, since he can tell Riou's still uncertain. ]
[ Riou has no idea how much milk he has. It feels really full, but it also felt oddly good when Jyuto squeezed him. Almost achy at first, then a rush of endorphins must have hit him already because he wants it to happen again. It's strange... and watching Jyuto lick the-- he supposes it's milk-- that came out of him... his milk, his attention is entirely focused now. On Jyuto's ungloved hand. He never really noticed how slender, long, and handsome those usually hidden fingers are. And the tongue that darted across them to taste something that came from Riou-- he really does like being able to feed his friends, perhaps a little too much in this case.
The redhead heads toward where he recalls the bathroom to be upon Jyuto's instruction, though he glances over his shoulder once as if he's making sure the officer is coming too. ]
Make sure you get it all out, Jyuto.
[ He's depending on him, after all. Once at the bathroom, he considers for a moment, then moves to sit on the sink so that his pectorals at approximately at Jyuto's head height. That should make it easiest, yes? Or perhaps Jyuto should be the one sitting.. ]
Roger that. [ The inflection is almost lazily musical. He's prodding around the edge of roleplay, alluding to the fact that it's Riou who's usually the soldier in an outside context.
As Riou shifts to settle onto the sink, Jyuto looks at the faucet and worries it may get uncomfortable for him. He doesn't know how long it'll take to get all of the milk out— Riou's butt may fall asleep like that. But it isn't as if they're unable to relocate. Dismissing it since Riou himself doesn't seem concerned, he takes a step forward, between the part of Riou's legs. ]
Relax, all right? Let me take care of you. [ Jyuto's eyes pass upward, then back to the juicy chest in front of him. He's not so sure he'll come out of this situation not horny, because he's come to terms with the pointed fetish he's noticed he has in regards to Riou... but that's something he doesn't have to think about yet. Probably shouldn't actually, if Riou doesn't find this scenario as bizarrely erotic as he does. The hands Riou had earlier been ogling fall against the curve of his pecs, Riou's skin tight and smooth. He massages them in gentle, weighted circles, letting his palms lightly graze over the tips of Riou's nipples. Jyuto's taking his time.
After a moment, he leans forward to plant a soft kiss just beneath where Riou's dog tags fall onto his breast, nosing gently into sculpted cleavage. Jyuto's fingers sink into him, and he carefully kneads the areola of his left nipple, cheek turning to watch the milk surface and drip. He can feel Riou's heart beating against his ear, his own breathing quiet and controlled. ]
[ Riou certainly didn't come over with the intention of anything erotic. He was confused and felt off, but he wasn't lying with what he said from the very beginning- everything on his chest feels very sensitive right now. So each and every touch and his own strange affection for feeding Jyuto apparently stretching to by any means possible means is combining into a very strange, but pleasant experience as Jyuto begins the process. Or well, a process. Riou is already certain that this is not business-like in any manner from Jyuto's end either, with the delicate and savoring way he's acting.
The ball of his Adam's apple bobs up and down in his throat with a heavy swallow as Jyuto kisses his chest, both in anticipation and constraint. He takes a deep breath to try to relax as instructed after that, but how is he supposed to relax when Jyuto's touching him like that, making his heart beat faster and eliciting a soft grunt from his throat. The white liquid begins seeping out more steadily the longer Jyuto works on it, dribbling down Riou's chest. It forms a trail of white behind the first large droplet that traces up and down each bump of his well-sculpted muscles. The soldier seems to be inattentive to the mess he's making, however, so that mess is on Jyuto's plate rather than his. If Jyuto doesn't stop it, it will reach and wet the top of his pants. His blue eyes have closed, his hands have leaned back to area beside the sink's handles, almost as if he's trying to support himself a little better on the sink... or perhaps grip and attempt not to lean forward too heavily into Jyuto's touch, because he is on the sink.
Riou's never felt like restlessly squirming before, even under a touch. It's a very strange sensation, one he isn't familiar with, but he can't help but want to feel more. What isn't uncommon for him, however, is his desire to share that information. ]
[ The stream that glides down Riou’s skin is alluring, in all its strangeness, its misplacement. It doesn’t really matter now, why it’s here. It’s Jyuto’s responsibility to help him.
Jyuto lets the milk trail out and down, entranced by the sight of it until he realizes it’s going to get on Riou’s pants. In response, he lowers himself, his cheek still against Riou’s body, but now on his diaphragm, just beside his upper ribs. He hums thoughtfully, easing the pressure he’s applied to Riou’s nipple and then turns his head to lick follow the trail upward, collecting the wet streak on the flat of his pink tongue until he’s back at the areola, near his hand.
He doesn’t know if there’s any point in trying to keep what he’s doing neat and clean. That’s why they moved to the bathroom, isn’t it? He squeezes the same tit again, this time harder than before so that the milk gushes out with more force. He doesn’t care so much about where it falls anymore. It’s all over his fingers and hand now, and he looks at the other nipple in his other, kneading it down with similar pressure so that it does the same. ]
It feels good, does it? [ A brush of his breath against supple skin in an unvoiced laugh, Jyuto smirks and unveils his own sadistic mischief. He takes the leaking bud of Riou’s nipple between teeth, tugging on it gently and then swivels his tongue around the ring to mop up the mess he’s made of it.
Cute, he thinks. He knows that Riou’s likely trying to keep himself together by how he swallows, but Jyuto feels testy, like he wants to see how far he can push the envelope until Riou can’t stand it. He sighs pleasantly, feigning innocence in his intent, that he doesn’t know what he’s doing. His head shifts to switch to the other tit, to suckle on it and have more sweetness fill his mouth. Dark brown bangs tickle Riou’s chest. Jyuto looks up at him while he laves his tongue over him again, just before his mouth pulls off of Riou’s skin with a light sound, a pop of suction from being released. He tilts his head back, a flash of white throat when he swallows. ]
Riou.
[ There’s absolutely no reason for him to behave this way. He isn’t under Iris, he just wants to see Riou come undone in his hands. ]
[ Riou can already feel himself reacting to this treatment in a way that he should probably feel some shame about. If he didn't legitimately need Jyuto's help to get this milk out (somehow the idea of doing this himself even now that he knows what it is seems more awkward than letting Jyuto do it, even to Riou) he would by now be pushing forward to try to be the one to pin Jyuto to the wall and lavish him with attention until Jyuto wanted him to give into his instincts again. It's a surprising realization giving there is no moon to blame that desire on right now... but he genuinely does need this done, and genuinely wants Jyuto to be the one to do it, so Riou has to behave.
Controlling himself is a challenge, though, as he watches Jyuto lap up the stray milk as if he intends to keep the place clean, then immediately squeeze him to make a mess. Riou grits his teeth in his effort not to make it too obvious that he's getting turned on, tilting his head back for a brief moment before Jyuto calls his name again, forcing his gaze back on the scene he can both see and feel unfolding on his chest. At some point, he's not even sure when, his right hand found its way to the bottom of Jyuto's hair at the back of his neck, holding onto Jyuto as a means to try to keep it together. He needs to be upfront about this. ]
Jyuto, there is no moon in the sky. With that in mind, if you keep this up I cannot guarantee that I won't try to fill you with more than milk.
[ That's about as together as Riou can manage to be to make sure that Jyuto knows exactly what he wants to break his stoic control and do right now. It's not just an Iris thing-- this is not something he ever thought he would be turned on by, but it is taking every ounce of willpower he has right now not to hop back off this sink and turn the tables. ]
[ Jyuto looks up at Riou when the hand brushes and settles against the back of his neck. He slurps noisily on Riou’s dripping tit again, two eyes gleaming with certain danger. His plot is working. He’s provoked something out, completely invited it, and so he pulls back his lips open mouthed so that Riou can see him swirl his tongue around the nipple after giving the mound of his chest another hard squeeze. Milk pools in his mouth, fills the gap behind his lower incisors beneath his tongue. He only closes his lips to swallow.
Like a spider admiring its own work, he knows that he’s crafted an erotic display for only Riou to see. Eye contact is held when he's spoken to, but then drifts away after Riou implies he wants to take him. Jyuto avoids answering, avoids acknowledgements though the words sit with him and make him horny. He keeps tending to him. He switches nipples again, kissing the side of it and then tilting his head back so his chin grazes Riou’s skin in wait. He digs his thumb deep into muscle and flesh so that milk gushes out of the bud with enough force to be caught in his open mouth. ]
Mm… [ Jyuto knows very well what he’s doing, it’s in his eyes, in the timbre of the noise he’s making. Still, he doesn’t speak or even outwardly acknowledge what Riou said beyond that eye contact from before. He just drinks and revels in the taste of him. ]
[ Something about the slurping is simultaneously something that Riou wants to scold Jyuto for because you shouldn't slurp your drink, and something that Riou can't help but find incredibly lewd. He can't help but flush at how he's already erect just from being sucked on like this, being made a mess of saliva and sweet milk dripping down his chest and Jyuto's face and hands. Somehow Jyuto not responding to his words and instead keeping the focus on driving him absolutely up a wall both unsettles him and makes him want even more. He's not been given orders, so he's not being disobedient, but he's not got a direction he's supposed to go with this either. At that gushing blow, Riou has to close his eyes for a moment, a held in moan finally parting his lips as he's squeezed like a sports bottle into Jyuto's mouth.
Riou's patience wears a little thin after that and he pushes forward against Jyuto so he can slip off of the sink. The hand at the back of Jyuto's neck holds the man against his chest so his mouth fills up in a way that threatens to gush out of the side of his mouth before the soldier releases him, and apparently only does so to reach down to start undoing his pants. It's a swift, militant motion that he does it in, and his arousal bounces once when it pops out, hard already. If Jyuto doesn't say anything, he's going to push him back to the opposite wall, hands on either side of his head to trap him against it, chest still exposed and wanting, willing, ready to continue being milked. ]
[ Jyuto moans back against areola in the heated moment, milk falling down his chin when Riou bumps further into him. His eyes flicker down to watch Riou’s length bob out of its confines, and Jyuto’s cold teeth are felt smiling when he sees it. Ah, there it is; as thick and appetizingly swollen a it'd been written into his body, before. A full chest presses into Jyuto's nose, making him have to open his mouth for breath around the nipple he’d been sucking on. So cute. Look at how badly Riou wants him to keep going. He’s really getting into this, isn’t he?
Jyuto feels his own pants tented, and he rows his hands against Riou’s pecs once more, sinking his hands into muscle that’s somehow more doughy than firm. Milk flows freely through his fingers. After he’s pinned to the wall, he looks up at Riou’s face through the bars made by sculpted arms. He holds gazes in utter silence, an calculated and unreadable expression behind his eyes. The urge to bite down on his bottom lip is stifled (he can't give Riou and tells), and he merely thumbs at Riou’s tender, flushed and rosy nipples, rubbing them in their wetness.
As much as Jyuto wants to get on his knees and fill his head with Riou’s cock, he doesn’t. He can’t let Riou know he wants him back just as much yet, because more than that, he has to see where this will go if he leaves Riou to his own passion. With no denial, no direction. Only Jyuto’s sadistic curiosity. ]
[ The problem with Jyuto's logic is that it's ignoring one key fact: Riou has a task that is intended to be completed right now, and that's to let Jyuto milk him until he's back to normal. While he's certainly got other things on his mind since then, Riou is very task-oriented, which is what's causing a lot of this hesitation. They're there for a purpose right now, as much as Riou wants more and it's becoming so painfully obvious (and painfully hard) that it's strongly combating his desire to complete the task before him. He wants Jyuto to milk more than his chest at this point, but Jyuto isn't giving him much to go on besides the desperately erotic display he's been performing on his swollen pectorals.
He turns his gaze down to look for physical clues. Jyuto may be thinking of using his mouth, but Riou's mind goes to something else the second he recognizes that Jyuto's own pants are on a more substantial camping trip than the soldier's been on lately. Hmm.. Riou leans down the short distance to reach Jyuto's lips, tasting his own milk on the man's tongue as he delves his own forward. He wants him, moon or not.
If Jyuto returns the kiss, that will tell him everything he needs to know, and the second he feels Jyuto return the kiss, he'll reach down to unzip and unbutton the other man's trousers. He won't push Jyuto's pants fully down, too eager to really worry about the details- they've already made a mess, what's the point in preserving his pants? No, Riou pushes his cock against Jyuto's the second it's out, wrapping one large hand around both of them together. ]
I'm not the only one in need of milking. I'll take care of this one.
[ It’s what Jyuto had wanted, for Riou to come to him first. Delighted, Jyuto kisses him back with a muffled noise and grips onto Riou’s tits with one long, last squeeze his thumbs and index fingers. The swell of muscle before him seems nearly back down to the size he remembers, his hands a mess of milk that gushes and drips down onto the dicks that Riou’s taking in his grasp. There’s still so much to grope that Jyuto smears his wet palms over Riou’s chest, admiring the contrast of color only briefly before the kiss on his mouth intensifies. His tongue is caught in a horny tangle. He hears a smooch of lip when Riou pulls back to talk to him, and his eyes creak open, not even having realized they’d been closed somewhere along the way. Jyuto feels dizzy, like what they’re doing may not actually be happening. It feels like a dirty dream more than anything. ]
Please, do return the favor—… haa… I like it when you touch me. [ Riou hasn’t done anything like this with him since December. Eager for more of him, he lifts his hips so that he grinds his length into the clutch of Riou’s hand and cock, sighing hotly through bitten teeth and sliding a hand up to bundle Riou’s dog tags in his fist. He rocks hungrily, watching streaks of white glisten and fall down the slats of Riou’s abs. ]
[ The long squeeze has Riou's lips parting soundlessly, his eyes closing as he holds his breath. It feels so much better now than it had- normal, and yet not. The treatment to his body has left him tender, sensitive. There's a rush, and not just the chroma or the incredibly desire flowing through his body right now without the assistance of a moon's influence.
Riou thinks that after this is normal, he'd like to kiss Jyuto without anything's influence. Just to prove to both of them that this feeling isn't something created by anything supernatural. He can feel it inside him that he wouldn't come to anyone else for something like this. He came to Jyuto because he trusts him, because he cares and he knows that no matter what happens, Jyuto would care for him no matter what it meant doing, without judgment. He's very glad that he joined Mad Trigger Crew.
Right now, he thinks he'll do his best to show that to Jyuto physically, to let him know that they're in this together and he wants to be in this together. Riou leans down again to bite at Jyuto's lip himself, entreating him to stop biting his own lip, to give himself over to Riou so that the younger man can taste him yet again. If Jyuto relents, he'll double back and seize his mouth once more, his hand moving over both of their cocks together, pressing them against each other firmly as he too thrusts into it. This leaves the soldier a free hand.
Idle hands are the devil's playthings, so Riou takes it upon himself to solve that by sliding his hand down the back of Jyuto's loosened pants, fingers tracing the crevace of his ass and gently running over the entrance. He doesn't have anything resembling lubricant, so he's going to simply tease Jyuto with this for now-- a fingertip here, a squeeze there. He wants more, but he'll satisfy himself with satisfying Jyuto. ]
[ Jyuto hangs onto Riou’s dog tags like the reins of a horse’s bridle. He can sense both his and Riou’s body temperatures rising in the enclosed space of the bathroom, the moan that passes through him and into Riou’s mouth reverberating faintly off tile surroundings. Just frotting with Riou feels electric, and Jyuto bucks his hips in answer to Riou gratifying himself against him.
The wrist against his ass cheek comes as a surprise. He feels thick fingers dipping past the part of his rear, teasing the hole that’s tucked between. Riou’s already thinking about that part of him? Jyuto’s flattered and turned on, arching his back and flexing the entrance around the touch. Beads of sweat begin to form on his neck, and there’s a vague thought that they don’t have lube on hand, mind somewhat in similar vein to Riou’s. Jyuto’s usual bottle is in the drawer of his bedside table. What is in here though is some lavender scented massage gel, a body oil he only really rubs himself down with after a stressful day. It isn’t a secret that Jyuto’s the most physically vain of MAD TRIGGER CREW, so the fact that he has these kinds of things laying around his bathroom ought to not come as a shocker. ]
Left cabinet above the sink. [ Jyuto says, without specifying what it is that’s there. He leans forward to suckle on Riou’s tits again, hands grazing over the surface of his skin and groping his ass, too. ]
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Mm…? Is something the matter, Riou? [ It’s unusual for Riou to come over unprompted like this. Most of their meetings are somewhat preplanned, since Riou isn’t as inconsiderate and selfish as Samatoki is. ]
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Jyuto may notice that his nipples are poking against the inside of his shirt like he's been sitting in front of an air conditioner or something. Somehow his pecs feel even more taut than normal, practically bulging against his shirt, which is already normally obvious when he's not wearing his jacket. ]
I don't feel right, Jyuto. My chest feels tight.
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I’ll consult with Jakurai and Megumi through text message. Is the tightness only every now and then, or is it a constant feeling? [ Should they really be taking their time with this? Then again, Riou isn’t the kind of man to neglect himself of medical attention if he thinks he’s in need of it. He wouldn’t have come to Jyuto if a doctor were the more logical of options. ]
Take a seat wherever you like— [ Jyuto already helps himself to sending that text message, worried that the chest pain may be heart related. ]
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It started about a half an hour ago. It was barely anything at first, then it started feeling like my chest was swelling up. I don't recall being bitten by anything.
[ Which is a genuine concern. Riou knows about that spider that can bite you and give you a painful erection and basically ruin your life, so he thought maybe this was something similar, but he doesn't remember being bitten and hasn't been able to find a bite. ]
There is mild soreness on the surface level, but it's nothing I can't handle. The sensitivity is the larger issue.
[ Every time his shirt so much as brushes against him it feels like his nerves are all being brushed against at once. But there are the details. Surely Jyuto can help him figure it out. ]
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Is there a way for Jyuto to do this without it feeling sexual and creepy? It isn’t as if Riou’s a delicate flower or anything, but even though his current state qualifies as a medical concern, it’s still a little… ]
He says you’ll need to remove your shirt so that I can check for any knots or lumps. [ Jyuto can just blame Jakurai for this. He’s a medical professional, and Riou’s asking Jyuto for help. He shouldn’t feel weird about it, they’re doing this because they are worried about whatever may be going on. ] I can change the AC if you want me to. You aren’t cold, are you?
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[ Despite his statement, there's not much other explanation for how hard his nips are right now that they're poking against his shirt. Riou pulls his shirt over his head and folds it properly, setting it on the nearest surface before turning back to Jyuto to stand in front of him. He keeps his arms at his sides. If anything, his chest looks more full, plump somehow? But not necessarily swollen. It's not red or anything. His nipples seem a little moist, almost, but haven't quite started doing anything odd yet... ]
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Did it get bigger? [ He's not the only one who sees a difference, is he? ]
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Riou had been looking down to watch, but now he's looking at Jyuto almost dumbfounded. He doesn't... have any explanation for what is happening...... ]
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Is it discharge? [ Like a popped boil? It doesn’t have the consistency of pus. His communicator buzzes with more information from Jakurai. Jyuto has to pick the device up with his gloved hand, since his other has Riou’s tit juice on it. When he reads the message though, his face changes; it’s starting to make sense, in a bizarre but very Prismatican way. ]
You didn’t happen to come into contact with octopi by any chance, did you? [ Apparently there’s been a surge of patients exhibiting similar symptoms. Riou being Riou, Jyuto feels las if he knows the answer without even having to look up from the screen. He does it anyway. ]
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Oh- yes, I caught two. Do you want some? I'll make soup with them later.
[ He's not making the connection just yet, and a little hyper-focused on what's happening... Riou reaches up for his nipple and touches it with his finger, then holds it up to his nose to sniff it, then licks the small sample off of his finger. Then his ears turn slightly pink and he looks a little awkward. ]
It's sweet.
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Does it taste like cow milk? [ Jyuto sets his communicator aside, moving a bit closer. After removing his other glove, he cups Riou’s chest with his hands, squeezing the proposed mounds of muscle with piqued curiosity. ] The message said that we can alleviate the ache by milking you. [ And Jyuto loves any excuse to grab Riou’s chest. ]
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We should go to another room, this could get messy.
[ Just that little squeeze and it's already flowing out like this.. He doesn't want to ruin Jyuto's floors. ]
It's different than a cow, somehow. You can taste it, if it's safe.
[ He assumes it's safe, or the directions Jyuto received probably wouldn't have been to milk him... he's going to be milked. He supposes it's fine if it's Jyuto, even if it's not something he'd ever considered a possibility for himself. If Jyuto was wondering what all embarrassed Riou, this is definitely it. He went in head first to catch some alien animal because he heard it was edible and now he needs to be milked. ]
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All right, let's relocate to the restroom. Tile will be easier to clean. [ But he wonders, does Riou really think he has that much in there to milk? Jyuto lowers his hands, bringing the back of one close to his mouth like he's trying to decide if he should try and give it a taste. Riou isn't discouraging him, and though he's visibly embarrassed, it doesn't seem as though he'll keel over if Jyuto takes a lick. Deciding his curiosity outweighs his desire to maintain a degree of professionalism in front of Riou (Riou doesn't care and never has), he does just that— run his tongue up the small stain on his hand and then considers the flavor. ]
Hm. [ Difficult to label, isn't it. It's different than cow milk, than almond milk or soy milk. Some darkness crosses his eyes upon swallowing, and he decides that it's fine. ] You don't have to be embarrassed while I do it. I imagine it'll probably feel good. [ An attempt to comfort, since he can tell Riou's still uncertain. ]
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The redhead heads toward where he recalls the bathroom to be upon Jyuto's instruction, though he glances over his shoulder once as if he's making sure the officer is coming too. ]
Make sure you get it all out, Jyuto.
[ He's depending on him, after all. Once at the bathroom, he considers for a moment, then moves to sit on the sink so that his pectorals at approximately at Jyuto's head height. That should make it easiest, yes? Or perhaps Jyuto should be the one sitting.. ]
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As Riou shifts to settle onto the sink, Jyuto looks at the faucet and worries it may get uncomfortable for him. He doesn't know how long it'll take to get all of the milk out— Riou's butt may fall asleep like that. But it isn't as if they're unable to relocate. Dismissing it since Riou himself doesn't seem concerned, he takes a step forward, between the part of Riou's legs. ]
Relax, all right? Let me take care of you. [ Jyuto's eyes pass upward, then back to the juicy chest in front of him. He's not so sure he'll come out of this situation not horny, because he's come to terms with the pointed fetish he's noticed he has in regards to Riou... but that's something he doesn't have to think about yet. Probably shouldn't actually, if Riou doesn't find this scenario as bizarrely erotic as he does. The hands Riou had earlier been ogling fall against the curve of his pecs, Riou's skin tight and smooth. He massages them in gentle, weighted circles, letting his palms lightly graze over the tips of Riou's nipples. Jyuto's taking his time.
After a moment, he leans forward to plant a soft kiss just beneath where Riou's dog tags fall onto his breast, nosing gently into sculpted cleavage. Jyuto's fingers sink into him, and he carefully kneads the areola of his left nipple, cheek turning to watch the milk surface and drip. He can feel Riou's heart beating against his ear, his own breathing quiet and controlled. ]
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The ball of his Adam's apple bobs up and down in his throat with a heavy swallow as Jyuto kisses his chest, both in anticipation and constraint. He takes a deep breath to try to relax as instructed after that, but how is he supposed to relax when Jyuto's touching him like that, making his heart beat faster and eliciting a soft grunt from his throat. The white liquid begins seeping out more steadily the longer Jyuto works on it, dribbling down Riou's chest. It forms a trail of white behind the first large droplet that traces up and down each bump of his well-sculpted muscles. The soldier seems to be inattentive to the mess he's making, however, so that mess is on Jyuto's plate rather than his. If Jyuto doesn't stop it, it will reach and wet the top of his pants. His blue eyes have closed, his hands have leaned back to area beside the sink's handles, almost as if he's trying to support himself a little better on the sink... or perhaps grip and attempt not to lean forward too heavily into Jyuto's touch, because he is on the sink.
Riou's never felt like restlessly squirming before, even under a touch. It's a very strange sensation, one he isn't familiar with, but he can't help but want to feel more. What isn't uncommon for him, however, is his desire to share that information. ]
This feels much better than expected.
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Jyuto lets the milk trail out and down, entranced by the sight of it until he realizes it’s going to get on Riou’s pants. In response, he lowers himself, his cheek still against Riou’s body, but now on his diaphragm, just beside his upper ribs. He hums thoughtfully, easing the pressure he’s applied to Riou’s nipple and then turns his head to lick follow the trail upward, collecting the wet streak on the flat of his pink tongue until he’s back at the areola, near his hand.
He doesn’t know if there’s any point in trying to keep what he’s doing neat and clean. That’s why they moved to the bathroom, isn’t it? He squeezes the same tit again, this time harder than before so that the milk gushes out with more force. He doesn’t care so much about where it falls anymore. It’s all over his fingers and hand now, and he looks at the other nipple in his other, kneading it down with similar pressure so that it does the same. ]
It feels good, does it? [ A brush of his breath against supple skin in an unvoiced laugh, Jyuto smirks and unveils his own sadistic mischief. He takes the leaking bud of Riou’s nipple between teeth, tugging on it gently and then swivels his tongue around the ring to mop up the mess he’s made of it.
Cute, he thinks. He knows that Riou’s likely trying to keep himself together by how he swallows, but Jyuto feels testy, like he wants to see how far he can push the envelope until Riou can’t stand it. He sighs pleasantly, feigning innocence in his intent, that he doesn’t know what he’s doing. His head shifts to switch to the other tit, to suckle on it and have more sweetness fill his mouth. Dark brown bangs tickle Riou’s chest. Jyuto looks up at him while he laves his tongue over him again, just before his mouth pulls off of Riou’s skin with a light sound, a pop of suction from being released. He tilts his head back, a flash of white throat when he swallows. ]
Riou.
[ There’s absolutely no reason for him to behave this way.
He isn’t under Iris, he just wants to see Riou come undone in his hands. ]
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Controlling himself is a challenge, though, as he watches Jyuto lap up the stray milk as if he intends to keep the place clean, then immediately squeeze him to make a mess. Riou grits his teeth in his effort not to make it too obvious that he's getting turned on, tilting his head back for a brief moment before Jyuto calls his name again, forcing his gaze back on the scene he can both see and feel unfolding on his chest. At some point, he's not even sure when, his right hand found its way to the bottom of Jyuto's hair at the back of his neck, holding onto Jyuto as a means to try to keep it together. He needs to be upfront about this. ]
Jyuto, there is no moon in the sky. With that in mind, if you keep this up I cannot guarantee that I won't try to fill you with more than milk.
[ That's about as together as Riou can manage to be to make sure that Jyuto knows exactly what he wants to break his stoic control and do right now. It's not just an Iris thing-- this is not something he ever thought he would be turned on by, but it is taking every ounce of willpower he has right now not to hop back off this sink and turn the tables. ]
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Like a spider admiring its own work, he knows that he’s crafted an erotic display for only Riou to see. Eye contact is held when he's spoken to, but then drifts away after Riou implies he wants to take him. Jyuto avoids answering, avoids acknowledgements though the words sit with him and make him horny. He keeps tending to him. He switches nipples again, kissing the side of it and then tilting his head back so his chin grazes Riou’s skin in wait. He digs his thumb deep into muscle and flesh so that milk gushes out of the bud with enough force to be caught in his open mouth. ]
Mm…
[ Jyuto knows very well what he’s doing, it’s in his eyes, in the timbre of the noise he’s making. Still, he doesn’t speak or even outwardly acknowledge what Riou said beyond that eye contact from before. He just drinks and revels in the taste of him. ]
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Riou's patience wears a little thin after that and he pushes forward against Jyuto so he can slip off of the sink. The hand at the back of Jyuto's neck holds the man against his chest so his mouth fills up in a way that threatens to gush out of the side of his mouth before the soldier releases him, and apparently only does so to reach down to start undoing his pants. It's a swift, militant motion that he does it in, and his arousal bounces once when it pops out, hard already. If Jyuto doesn't say anything, he's going to push him back to the opposite wall, hands on either side of his head to trap him against it, chest still exposed and wanting, willing, ready to continue being milked. ]
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Jyuto feels his own pants tented, and he rows his hands against Riou’s pecs once more, sinking his hands into muscle that’s somehow more doughy than firm. Milk flows freely through his fingers. After he’s pinned to the wall, he looks up at Riou’s face through the bars made by sculpted arms. He holds gazes in utter silence, an calculated and unreadable expression behind his eyes. The urge to bite down on his bottom lip is stifled (he can't give Riou and tells), and he merely thumbs at Riou’s tender, flushed and rosy nipples, rubbing them in their wetness.
As much as Jyuto wants to get on his knees and fill his head with Riou’s cock, he doesn’t. He can’t let Riou know he wants him back just as much yet, because more than that, he has to see where this will go if he leaves Riou to his own passion. With no denial, no direction.
Only Jyuto’s sadistic curiosity. ]
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He turns his gaze down to look for physical clues. Jyuto may be thinking of using his mouth, but Riou's mind goes to something else the second he recognizes that Jyuto's own pants are on a more substantial camping trip than the soldier's been on lately. Hmm..
Riou leans down the short distance to reach Jyuto's lips, tasting his own milk on the man's tongue as he delves his own forward. He wants him, moon or not.
If Jyuto returns the kiss, that will tell him everything he needs to know, and the second he feels Jyuto return the kiss, he'll reach down to unzip and unbutton the other man's trousers. He won't push Jyuto's pants fully down, too eager to really worry about the details- they've already made a mess, what's the point in preserving his pants? No, Riou pushes his cock against Jyuto's the second it's out, wrapping one large hand around both of them together. ]
I'm not the only one in need of milking. I'll take care of this one.
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Please, do return the favor—… haa… I like it when you touch me.
[ Riou hasn’t done anything like this with him since December. Eager for more of him, he lifts his hips so that he grinds his length into the clutch of Riou’s hand and cock, sighing hotly through bitten teeth and sliding a hand up to bundle Riou’s dog tags in his fist. He rocks hungrily, watching streaks of white glisten and fall down the slats of Riou’s abs. ]
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Riou thinks that after this is normal, he'd like to kiss Jyuto without anything's influence. Just to prove to both of them that this feeling isn't something created by anything supernatural. He can feel it inside him that he wouldn't come to anyone else for something like this. He came to Jyuto because he trusts him, because he cares and he knows that no matter what happens, Jyuto would care for him no matter what it meant doing, without judgment. He's very glad that he joined Mad Trigger Crew.
Right now, he thinks he'll do his best to show that to Jyuto physically, to let him know that they're in this together and he wants to be in this together. Riou leans down again to bite at Jyuto's lip himself, entreating him to stop biting his own lip, to give himself over to Riou so that the younger man can taste him yet again. If Jyuto relents, he'll double back and seize his mouth once more, his hand moving over both of their cocks together, pressing them against each other firmly as he too thrusts into it. This leaves the soldier a free hand.
Idle hands are the devil's playthings, so Riou takes it upon himself to solve that by sliding his hand down the back of Jyuto's loosened pants, fingers tracing the crevace of his ass and gently running over the entrance. He doesn't have anything resembling lubricant, so he's going to simply tease Jyuto with this for now-- a fingertip here, a squeeze there. He wants more, but he'll satisfy himself with satisfying Jyuto. ]
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The wrist against his ass cheek comes as a surprise. He feels thick fingers dipping past the part of his rear, teasing the hole that’s tucked between. Riou’s already thinking about that part of him? Jyuto’s flattered and turned on, arching his back and flexing the entrance around the touch. Beads of sweat begin to form on his neck, and there’s a vague thought that they don’t have lube on hand, mind somewhat in similar vein to Riou’s. Jyuto’s usual bottle is in the drawer of his bedside table. What is in here though is some lavender scented massage gel, a body oil he only really rubs himself down with after a stressful day. It isn’t a secret that Jyuto’s the most physically vain of MAD TRIGGER CREW, so the fact that he has these kinds of things laying around his bathroom ought to not come as a shocker. ]
Left cabinet above the sink. [ Jyuto says, without specifying what it is that’s there. He leans forward to suckle on Riou’s tits again, hands grazing over the surface of his skin and groping his ass, too. ]
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