[Maybe, if they were each a bit less argumentative, there could be a world where Fuuta just gets to cuddle Aak and enjoy the fluff. It's a big maybe for the two right now, of course.]
[Aak bites down a laugh at Fuuta's yelp. Still, the shaking of his chest can be felt with how closely they're pressed together. He can't provoke him right now, not until he's cleaned the older boy out. He wanted to be at least as good as his word. He could save any barbs or teasing for when Fuuta was shamefully lucid at the end, he thinks.]
[He flicks a finger over a nipple before pulling his hands back to do the whole gesture again.]
[While he can't get a good look at Fuuta's face from here, he can glance down at the rest of his body. The way his limbs shift, the drips of milk, the rise and fall of his chest, they're all things Aak can't get enough of.]
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[Aak bites down a laugh at Fuuta's yelp. Still, the shaking of his chest can be felt with how closely they're pressed together. He can't provoke him right now, not until he's cleaned the older boy out. He wanted to be at least as good as his word. He could save any barbs or teasing for when Fuuta was shamefully lucid at the end, he thinks.]
[He flicks a finger over a nipple before pulling his hands back to do the whole gesture again.]
[While he can't get a good look at Fuuta's face from here, he can glance down at the rest of his body. The way his limbs shift, the drips of milk, the rise and fall of his chest, they're all things Aak can't get enough of.]