[though he didn't intend to add any kind of aphrodisiac effect, something about the way Rei chuckles absolutely just... gets him going. breathless, he does just that once the other releases him, weight causing just the slightest creak of the chair.]
I'm sure you'll take perfectly good care of me, Rei.
[softer, warmer. and as he's putting his gloves on, the priest is unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off of his aching nipples. even for how they tend to swell on a normal day, they're deeply red now, still leaking from the earlier stimulation. he's not even wearing extra jewelry now—even that much had been too much stimulation in the moment.
and of course, sitting down definitely makes it a lot more obvious how hard he is. this certainly was a choice he made.]
... I wonder if it would be better to take my jewelry out, so as not to hinder anything you want to do...
[with the minimal setup needed complete, rei rolls olivine in the rolly chair over to brace against the counter so olivine doesn't roll away from him while he's draining him. that would be quite the mood breaker.
standing before olivine, rei makes himself comfy in olivine's lap (how often do they find themselves in this exact position?). his hands immediately find olivine's chest, lifting one up as it leaks milk. another flick of his nipple.]
Let's keep it on for now to see how it interacts with the lactation. Now, describe you feel currently, and how it feels when I do this- [squeezing said nipple now.]
[trapped between the counter and Rei, there's no escape for Olivine even if he wanted one. he doesn't, of course, but it's always an exciting realisation.
now that it's started, it seems he's actually just going to keep leaking, beading and dripping as a hand lifts up one pec and the flick squeezing out a few larger droplets.]
I feel... I feel dizzy, and hot. And I'm—huaagh!
[fingers squeeze on his nipple and Rei will be lucky if he doesn't end up splashing himself with milk immediately, the little nub pliant and stretchy under his fingers. sweet, faintly thick liquid certainly sprays nicely with the slightest coaxing, and the priest's hands find the taller man's hips just to hold on to something.]
Ah... haah... more... they're so full, my chest hurts. It feels so good when it's coming out, though.
Hmm. Is that because of the mixture or something else? I'd say considering our past experiments... it's just your nature, no?
[with a hum, rei grabs a beaker and holds it under a leaking nipple. and then he squeezes. and just keeps squeezing his fingers together to keep the flow going.]
I wonder just how much you can produce as well. How much would you bet?
[fingers squeeze together and Olivine's moans only grow louder, cock throbbing in his pants as Rei works the liquid into the first beaker.]
I... haah... oh, God— [His own fingers cling harder then, some of that warm milk dribbling over Rei's fingers and down his chest.] I'm not sure... it feels like—so much... I don't think one beaker will be enough for even one side...
[certainly not if every squeeze and tug keeps the flow as strong as it is for very long.]
[dizziness filters through him as Rei's fingers release his nipple to move to the other side, and he takes a moment to comply because of it. long fingers squish and squeeze to the continued chorus of those little whines, hips twitching as his jewelry slides free of the other nipple. thick milk drips down over his chest immediately, the nub seeming more swollen with the piercing removed.]
Not... not that much. [a ragged breath escapes him as he speaks, the first beaker rapidly filling as the priest plays with his nipple.] Maybe half a teaspoon...? Mmngh. Maybe it—reacted with one of the other ingredients.
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I'm sure you'll take perfectly good care of me, Rei.
[softer, warmer. and as he's putting his gloves on, the priest is unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off of his aching nipples. even for how they tend to swell on a normal day, they're deeply red now, still leaking from the earlier stimulation. he's not even wearing extra jewelry now—even that much had been too much stimulation in the moment.
and of course, sitting down definitely makes it a lot more obvious how hard he is. this certainly was a choice he made.]
... I wonder if it would be better to take my jewelry out, so as not to hinder anything you want to do...
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standing before olivine, rei makes himself comfy in olivine's lap (how often do they find themselves in this exact position?). his hands immediately find olivine's chest, lifting one up as it leaks milk. another flick of his nipple.]
Let's keep it on for now to see how it interacts with the lactation. Now, describe you feel currently, and how it feels when I do this- [squeezing said nipple now.]
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now that it's started, it seems he's actually just going to keep leaking, beading and dripping as a hand lifts up one pec and the flick squeezing out a few larger droplets.]
I feel... I feel dizzy, and hot. And I'm—huaagh!
[fingers squeeze on his nipple and Rei will be lucky if he doesn't end up splashing himself with milk immediately, the little nub pliant and stretchy under his fingers. sweet, faintly thick liquid certainly sprays nicely with the slightest coaxing, and the priest's hands find the taller man's hips just to hold on to something.]
Ah... haah... more... they're so full, my chest hurts. It feels so good when it's coming out, though.
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[with a hum, rei grabs a beaker and holds it under a leaking nipple. and then he squeezes. and just keeps squeezing his fingers together to keep the flow going.]
I wonder just how much you can produce as well. How much would you bet?
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[fingers squeeze together and Olivine's moans only grow louder, cock throbbing in his pants as Rei works the liquid into the first beaker.]
I... haah... oh, God— [His own fingers cling harder then, some of that warm milk dribbling over Rei's fingers and down his chest.] I'm not sure... it feels like—so much... I don't think one beaker will be enough for even one side...
[certainly not if every squeeze and tug keeps the flow as strong as it is for very long.]
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[considering how the beaker is already half full and the flow doesn't appear to be stopping anytime soon? yeah, an easy guess for sure.]
You keep squeezing this one. I'll prepare the other one.
[switching sides, he undoes olivine's jewelry for this nipple. so he has one beaker full of milk with the jewelry. and one without. for science!]
How much of the stimulant did you add? It doesn't even look close to slowing, hah.
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[dizziness filters through him as Rei's fingers release his nipple to move to the other side, and he takes a moment to comply because of it. long fingers squish and squeeze to the continued chorus of those little whines, hips twitching as his jewelry slides free of the other nipple. thick milk drips down over his chest immediately, the nub seeming more swollen with the piercing removed.]
Not... not that much. [a ragged breath escapes him as he speaks, the first beaker rapidly filling as the priest plays with his nipple.] Maybe half a teaspoon...? Mmngh. Maybe it—reacted with one of the other ingredients.