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Ever since Cal had been born ten months ago, Obi-Wan’s sex life had deteriorated and taken a turn for the worse. His husband Jango didn’t seem interested in him anymore outside of the occasional quickie, which involved Jango pulling a leg over in the dark, finishing in him with a sigh, and then leaving for work. It left Obi-Wan feeling dejected, unwanted, and more than anything else, sexually frustrated.
Obi-Wan’s own body was still going through changes post-partum and he was sympathetic to the fact that his husband’s body was also going through changes. He’d read online for example that men can experience drops in testosterone after the birth of their children, an evolutionary mechanism to help encourage them to be nurturing good dads in the crucial early months. But he didn’t even kiss him anymore. Obi-Wan had worked on getting himself back in shape, tirelessly using every free moment he could to regain his muscular physique. He thought he had succeeded fairly well considering that he had to start slow on a doctor-approved, low-impact workout routine designed for omegas after pregnancy. When Obi-Wan looked in the mirror, he still saw the man his husband had fallen in love with.
The only major difference compared to when the baby hadn’t been conceived was the fact that Obi-Wan’s breasts had grown in size and were full of milk. Obi-Wan was still breastfeeding three times a day, and they wouldn’t go back to their pre-pregnancy volume until the baby was weaned. The only problem he supposed was that he had a surplus of milk. Obi-Wan had to express some milk daily or his body produced a crazy oversupply, leading to a fast letdown that made it hard for baby Cal to eat without swallowing a lot of air and drowning in milk.
For him though, Obi-Wan liked the physical changes in his breasts. They were softer and fuller with extraordinarily sensitive nipples, and to him, looked beautiful. However, his husband didn’t seem to like them and groaned at him whenever his nipples poked through his shirts. He looked impatient and resentful whenever Obi-Wan breastfed or pumped milk, nagging him that it was about time to think about weaning. It made Obi-Wan feel like he had to choose between annoying his husband and comforting his son. His husband never said it had to do with their declining sex life, but an omega knows.
Today Obi-Wan was feeling frustrated about his life, sorting freshly dried clothes for the baby when he heard his doorbell ring in the afternoon. Obi-Wan checked to make sure Cal was still napping and went to answer the door. His next door neighbor, a young man named Anakin, had called on him to borrow a tool from the garage. He was a nice kid who took good care of his mom, and Obi-Wan had to keep reminding himself that he wasn’t still the wet behind the ears sixteen year old he had been when he and Jango moved in three years ago. He was taller than Jango now and had filled out into a handsome young alpha. It wouldn’t be long until he was starting his own family.
Obi-Wan led him over to the garage and watched as he found what he needed. As Anakin looked around, they chatted amicably about the baby, the weather, and a surprise trip Anakin was saving up for to gift to his mother. While they chatted, Obi-Wan couldn’t help noticing that he seemed fascinated by Obi-Wan’s chest. Anakin seemed unable to keep his eyes from dipping down at them. Obi-Wan’s shirt was thin because of the summer heat and his nipples were firm and showed through the material.
Obi-Wan had no idea until he looked that his nipples were slightly dribbling milk and leaking through his t-shirt. There were two damp patches when he looked down. Obi-Wan felt a rush of embarrassment and quickly crossed his arms over them, mumbling an apology and something about producing too much milk. Anakin looked at him candidly and said, “Lucky baby. Jango too.”
Obi-Wan stared at him for a moment in surprise until the silence was broken by the sound of Cal crying in the baby monitor. Anakin asked if he needed any help and upon Obi-Wan shaking his head told him thanks and waved goodbye, leaving out the front door. Obi-Wan settled Cal back down, which was just as well probably, because he was in a state of confusion about how he felt. In all the months Obi-Wan had post-pregnancy, Jango had never insinuated that he liked his body or what it did. It never even entered his mind that it could be something someone thought was ‘lucky’. Obi-Wan felt… appreciated.
Obi-Wan went to his bedroom after Cal was sleeping to change into a new shirt. He looked in the mirror as he changed and saw his breasts. His nipples stuck out and he touched them lightly, shuddering with pleasure. He massaged his breasts while he watched, moaning gently as milk started leaking over his tits. He kept playing with them until his hands were wet with milk and then stuck one of them into the front of his pants, circling his clit with his fingers.
Obi-Wan wanted to feel sexy. He needed to feel wanted again. He thought about Anakin’s dark eyes lingering on his breasts and played with himself until he shuddered in a powerful orgasm. His underwear was drenched with his cum and juices, and he cried out, moaning and groaning as he came. He couldn’t take it anymore, the frustration and rejection. He thought of Anakin as his cunt pulsed, milk leaking from his tits and soaking down into his pants.
Eventually Obi-Wan calmed. He removed the rest of his clothes and had a shower, trying not to think too hard about what he was feeling. When Jango returned home from work, Obi-Wan tried to talk to him about their sex life but he wasn’t interested in listening and made a remark that made Obi-Wan so frustrated, he saw red: ‘Why do you keep bringing this up? You’re a mother now, you need to be focused on the baby.’ Obi-Wan went to bed, feeling neglected and ignored.
A full day passed where Obi-Wan tried to put sex out of his mind, to be the good parent, the selfless omega that Jango wanted him to be. If Cal was happy, then Obi-Wan would force himself to be. Jango gave him a cold kiss on the cheek in the morning and that would have to be enough.
The following day, Obi-Wan had just put down Cal in his crib for his afternoon nap when he heard a knock at the door. Obi-Wan looked at himself in the mirror and sighed at his messy appearance. He pulled open the door and blinked in surprise when it was Anakin, holding up the tool he’d borrowed with a sheepish grin. Obi-Wan had forgotten he borrowed it.
“Good to see you again, Obi-Wan. Just returning this back to you. I hope it’s not a bad time.”
Obi-Wan shook his head and welcomed him inside. Anakin had an infectious personality and it was hard to stay grumpy when Anakin’s radiant smile was asking him about his day and about the baby. Obi-Wan found himself wishing that he’d bothered to get nice for the day, wishing he could be admired as his own man instead of the old omega next door. Anakin didn’t seem to mind and even told Obi-Wan that his hair looked nice.
“Stay for tea,” Obi-Wan asked. “Or coffee if you’d rather have that.” His company made Obi-Wan’s whole day.
Anakin raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise and said sure. Obi-Wan walked them both into the kitchen, comforted by the soft sounds of Cal breathing through the baby monitor. He made two cups of tea and sat with Anakin to chat for a while. Anakin was working on a DIY project and was nearly done with it. He was getting paid to fix up one of the neighbor’s old cars and he wished they’d stop asking about it everyday considering he was doing it for near-free. He invited Obi-Wan to come over and see it sometime, telling him he could bring Cal along too.
“You’re going to make someone very happy one day,” Obi-Wan sighed.
Anakin looked taken aback but pleased. His cheeks colored at the compliment like somehow it was news to him that most omegas would kill to have an attentive partner like him.
“You think so?” Anakin asked, and Obi-Wan jumped when Anakin’s foot accidentally bumped into his under the table.
“Of course, any omega would be lucky to have you.” Obi-Wan sipped at his tea and didn’t move his foot away. He felt more solidarity in the touch of his neighbor than his husband gave him in a year.
Anakin chuckled and repeated the word “lucky” in a light voice like he was contemplating something, maybe a bit sad or wistful. Obi-Wan didn’t know what he was thinking about but he reached across the table and placed his hand over Anakin’s, squeezing it lightly. Rather than accept the friendly neighborly contact, Anakin turned his hand around and knitted their fingers together. Obi-Wan looked down as their palms brushed. It was considerably inappropriate.
Obi-Wan went to pull his hand back but Anakin held onto it, saying, “If any omega'd be lucky, how come the one I want doesn’t want me back?”
Obi-Wan’s heart fluttered in his chest. He didn’t understand what Anakin was playing at. The way he spoke made it sound like he wanted Obi-Wan but surely that couldn’t be the case. Even as he thought that though, he felt giddy and excited at the possibility that someone like Anakin could want him.
“How do you know they don’t want you unless you tell them?” Obi-Wan asked.
Anakin gave him a heavy, pointed look. His deep, intense gaze felt like it was looking through him into the deepest needs and desires he kept quiet. Anakin rubbed his thumb against Obi-Wan’s skin and Obi-Wan choked at the worship and forward affection in it.
“Because he’s married and sees me as a kid even though I’m not anymore. Even though I’ve wanted him since I was sixteen and popped my first knot. Before I knew the first thing about wanting somebody else, I was thinking about him.”
Obi-Wan felt breathless at the confession. The more Anakin looked at him, the more excited he felt. His nipples became engorged from the excitement and milk started to leak from them. Anakin let his hand go and Obi-Wan quickly went to cover his chest.
“Don’t cover them up,” Anakin said quickly, eyes darting down to his chest where his shirt was darkening with milk. “I want to see your milk. Please.” He licked his lips and stared openly at the twin pinpricks poking out his shirt. Milk soaked into the fabric. Obi-Wan kept his hands away from his chest even though his instincts told him not to do this. Anakin was young and his neighbor, half his age and not his husband, but his voice was so convincing.
Anakin groaned at the sight of his milky shirt. A hand moved under the table in what Obi-Wan assumed was to squeeze his crotch. Obi-Wan flushed. He wanted Anakin to look at him and maybe touch him as well. It felt good to be wanted.
“Can I see?” Anakin begged, touching himself. “Please,” he said again.”
Obi-Wan took a deep breath. He slowly lifted his shirt up so that it rested above his tits. His leaking breasts spilled out from his shirt, hanging supple and heavy in the air. His nipples were dark and hard and beading with milk.
“Oh, god, you look amazing. Such beautiful breasts. Give them a squeeze for me. Let me see your hands around them.” Anakin said.
Obi-Wan wrapped his hands around his breasts and massaged them lightly, moaning gently when milk was expressed from his nipples. Anakin groaned and Obi-Wan heard the zipper on his pants get pulled down as he jacked himself off in Obi-Wan’s kitchen. Obi-Wan felt so sexy. He was addicted to Anakin wanting him. He thumbed over his milky nipples and expressed more until it dripped down the front of him.
Anakin’s chair skidded across the floor as he stood up. He walked around the table to Obi-Wan and reached out to cup his heavy tits in his hands. Obi-Wan arched his back and let him. He was getting so wet feeling his hands on his body.
“What does it taste like?” Anakin whispered.
Obi-Wan looked up at him and responded in a weak voice, “Try some and see.”
Anakin nodded and bent down. His lips touched his breast and Obi-Wan moaned. He wrapped his mouth around his right nipple and gently sucked on it, causing a shot of electricity to shoot through Obi-Wan’s body. His tongue licked around the milky skin of his areolas. Anakin groaned as the sweet nutty flavor bursted over his taste buds. God, Anakin wanted him. He was acting like Obi-Wan was a fantasy come to life.
“So good,” Anakin moaned, his mouth forming a tighter hold on his nipple. He sucked like he was trying to devour all the milk he had.
“It will be better if we do it on the couch. I have plenty of milk to give you. Just, ahhh, let’s go to the living room so you can drink it better.” Obi-Wan said, sitting up even as Anakin tried to stay latched on. He was a greedy alpha boy.
Obi-Wan walked into the living room and settled on the couch. Anakin’s large cock was already out of his pants and Obi-Wan tried not to look too close at it as he sat down next to him. In a much more comfortable position, Anakin bent down to get his mouth on Obi-Wan’s nipples again. He massaged his breast as his mouth pulled on his nipple, getting more milk to drip out into his mouth. Obi-Wan moaned and parted his legs. He couldn’t believe he was letting Anakin do this but somehow he didn’t want to stop. Anakin kept mumbling how beautiful he was into his breast and Obi-Wan loved it.
As Anakin sucked, Obi-Wan moved his hand to the young alpha’s lap and stroked him. His cock felt hard and hot in his hands and Obi-Wan purred when he felt a swollen pre-knot at the base of his cock. Anakin could get someone pregnant on his first fuck probably. Obi-Wan groaned thinking about how far this whole thing would go. He had Anakin breastfeeding from him while he jerked off his cock. How much further would it be to get his big cock inside him?
Obi-Wan straddled Anakin’s lap, sitting on top of him so he could easily switch between Obi-Wan’s nipples. He smoothed his hands over Anakin’s head as he drank from him. Each pull of his mouth made Obi-Wan throb. Obi-Wan could feel Anakin’s hard on twitching beneath his bottom and slid along it, grinding down while he fed.
“Wanna fuck you while I drink your milk, Obi-Wan,” Anakin murmured.
Obi-Wan bit his lip and warred with himself not to say yes. He wanted Anakin’s cock inside him, hard and hot, thrusting as he emptied Obi-Wan’s tits. It had been such a long time since he’d been fucked properly and he wanted to milk Anakin’s cock while he milked his breasts.
“You can’t tell anyone,” Obi-Wan whispered, turned on by the danger.
“I’m not gonna tell,” Anakin promised. He squeezed around Obi-Wan’s ass and ground their bodies together.
Obi-Wan got up from his lap to pull his pants down to the floor. He stepped out of his underwear and straddled Anakin again, completely naked. Anakin held onto him and looked with hunger at his body, leaky tits down to his wet pussy. Obi-Wan felt more confident than he had in years.
Obi-Wan guided Anakin’s cockhead to rub against his folds. It found its way to his hole and slipped incrementally inside. They both groaned at the initial penetration but Obi-Wan was careful not to put it in all the way. The pleasure of even just dryhumping was unbelievable and Obi-Wan didn’t want to come too soon.
Anakin wrapped his hand around his shaft and aimed it so that it slipped a little more inside. Obi-Wan put his hands on his shoulders as Anakin slid around against his hole. Anakin looked him in the eyes as he pushed forward. Obi-Wan’s mouth fell open as the young alpha slipped inside. Anakin didn’t stop until he was right up to the hilt.
“God, you’re perfect. How are you this perfect? Fuck, your husband is an idiot. You’re so beautiful I’d never stop being inside you. How’s it feel? My cock feel good, baby?” Anakin babbled.
Obi-Wan rocked his hips so his cock rubbed against his walls. He was big and filled Obi-Wan up to the brim. Anakin’s hands made their way back to his full tits and massaged more milk from them as Obi-Wan slowly rode in his lap. Anakin's mouth wrapped around a nipple as his cock rocked deep inside. Obi-Wan moaned as Anakin slipped in and out of his slippery cunt. This was what he’d been wanting, no, needing, for a long time.
Obi-Wan’s body wanted to be fucked long and hard. Anakin kept switching between his nipples as he thrusted up into Obi-Wan’s warmth. His cock was hard as diamonds and went all the way up inside, rubbing against his g-spot. Obi-Wan’s body couldn’t hold out long. He dug his fingers into Anakin’s shoulders as he shuddered to an intense orgasm. His cunt pulsed around Anakin’s cock.
“Oh fuck that’s right, come on my cock, baby.”
Anakin fucked his cock up into him now pounding. He was giving Obi-Wan his all, pulling him up and down the length of his cock. Obi-Wan bounced in his lap and felt his body drawn towards another fast orgasm. Anakin grunted as he fucked Obi-Wan deep, out on the couch in the open where anyone could come in and see.
Obi-Wan had enough sense to know that Anakin shouldn’t cum inside him but he didn’t say anything. Anakin pumped hard into his cunt until his face screwed up. Obi-Wan guided his nipples to his mouth and moaned as Anakin sucked greedily as he prepared to explode inside him. At the taste of milk, Anakin started to spew spunk into Obi-Wan’s bare pussy, unprotected.
“That’s a good mommy,” Anakin groaned as he spurted inside. Jet after jet of spunk shot from his cock and filled Obi-Wan’s pussy until it dripped down his shaft. Obi-Wan moaned at the feeling of being filled and came around his cock in a powerful orgasm. He milked Anakin’s cock, encouraging even more come to leave his balls and spray inside.
Finally when Anakin was done, Obi-Wan sat up and watched the come gush out of him and drip onto Anakin’s lap. His pants were absolutely soaked with their juices and Obi-Wan worried about sending him home like this. Anakin just laid there, milk soaking his shirt and come soaking his pants, breathless and smiling as he panted.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, let me get you something to wipe off!”
“Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, would you stop? Don’t say sorry. That was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. Mom’s not home and I can get changed before she gets back. Don’t worry so much.” Anakin panted.
“Are you sure?” Obi-Wan checked, feeling like he used him.
“Trust me, I probably enjoyed that a thousand times more than you did. God, you are so fucking gorgeous. Wish I could have had you while you were pregnant.”
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan chastised, appalled but aroused at the insinuation.
Anakin laughed and said sorry but snuck a sweet first kiss from him. He pulled his clothes back on and agreed that he’d better go for now, just to clean up. He asked if it was alright to come back over again and Obi-Wan gave him permission, still aching in all the right places.
“I’ll see you later,” Anakin promised. He left the way he came.
Obi-Wan shoved his dirty clothes into the washing machine and made his way upstairs to get in the shower. The foam of soap washed away the remains of their sexual encounter. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and slid his hand down between his legs. He touched himself thinking about the sexual high of being with someone who actually loved his body for the way it was. He didn’t think he’d ever be the same again. God, he wished Anakin was here again already.