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Tim turns the key in the lock, opening the front door to their apartment and taking in the quiet environment for a little bit. The TV had been playing some action movie that Tim couldn't remember the name of, one that he's only seen once and with Jason before they got together. Jason was sleeping on the couch, wrapped in a blanket; his omega was calm and at peace, wafting calming vanilla pheremones into the air.
Tim couldn't help but notice that it had been weeks since Jason's scent had smelled so sweet. There had always been a twinge of stress in his scent normally but even more so considering they had a six month old pup to raise. Jason had been so worried he wouldn't be a good dad, worried that he'd repeat the mistakes of his dad before him, that it permeated into his scent.
Now, however, he's calmed. Tim is unsure if it's because he's so exhausted that he had no other choice but to be calm, but Tim is relieved to percieve the slight change in the scent. And really Jason's omega being at peace really helped Tim's alpha to be at peace as well.
His omega was calm and his pup was being looked after. That's really all he could hope for, quite honestly.
Tim gently shakes the sleeping omega awake, watching his eyes flutter open. He grumbles a small little noise, reaching out for Tim's hand in a groggy daze. He's cute like this, Tim can't help but think to himself as Jason reaches for him.
"Hey darling," Jason groggily says, taking a deep breath. His face twists into something strange before he asks, "Did you see Bruce today? You smell like him."
"I did," Tim answers, "Dropped Lilah off to see Grayson at the manor before he has to leave for Jump City again."
Tim notices something as he gets closer to Jason to sit right beside him on the couch. Milk. Milk soaking right through Jason's white tank top.
"Your shirt, Jayce," Tim hums, giving Jason a peck on the lips.
Jason looks down at his shirt, seeing the unprompted wet spots, and groans. "Fuck," he says, "This is the third time in the last two hours." Tim helps Jason up, carefully maneuvering him upright. "I think I need to start hand expressing because this is too much—"
They both walk over to the bedroom, Tim taking a seat at the edge of the bed with a million and one thoughts swirling in his head. Jason's scent—a sweet vanilla scent that wafts through the room—fills his nose as the older takes a quick shower, no doubt washing whatever had dried on his skin while he was asleep.
There had to be a way to make this easier on him. Tim wasn't sure what it was but there had to be something. "Do you need help?" Tim asks, eyes looking expectatly at him. He doesn't know what makes him ask, quite frankly.
"Unless you can make this problem go away for a little bit, I don't really know what you could do, Tim," Jason sighs, reaching for his nursing bra and the pump that was thrown about on the dresser, "Appreciate the thought though, little bird."
"I mean, I have a crazy idea that could probably help," Tim says.
"Yeah, and what is that, Tim?" Jason replies.
Now that the building blocks for this insane idea had been sent, Tim wonders how to say it without being strange. The concept of drinking Jason's milk, in theory, could help him get rid of the excess, but it also was a bit of a strange request coming from him.
Tim decides it better just to say it, rather than think too hard about it. "I could just," Tim contemplates, "Drink it."
The silence in the room is palpable and now Tim thinks that he's overstepped. He reaches towards Jason, thinking about how to apologize for bringing it up before Jason looks at him with a smile. "Surprisingly enough, that's not the strangest thing I've heard you say," Jason tells him, looking at him through the mirror, "But you wanna drink the milk? Like from the source?"
"I'm just saying," Tim hums, "It would be a waste to get rid of it, don't you think?"
Jason lets out a little snort. "You're a freak, Drake," Jason says, carding a hand through the alpha's hair, "You're a freak and I love you so much, darling." Jason looks at the pump still in his hand, opting to put it back on the dresser. "Guess there's no point in turning this on then, is there?"
"I guess not," Tim replies. Jason, who'd currently been seated on Tim's lap, places a kiss on Tim's lips. The alpha inside of Tim is pleased, happy that he gets to spend time with Jason, getting lost in a kiss that was slick with spit. Jason strips Tim of his shirt, tossing it over to the side with the other pieces of clothing in a pile on the floor.
Now Tim is face to chest with Jason and his mouth waters. "Well?" Jason says, "You're not gonna back out now, are you?" Jason's tentative touch and the squish of the omega's chest against his own made something in Tim's gut burn before he takes a deep breath.
Tim latches on, suckling on Jason's nipple. He takes his first pull of milk, liquid on his tongue in sweet little droplets. Tim's tongue flicks over Jason's nipple, pulling a loud moan from Jason's lips. He can't help but smell the scent of vanilla wafting in the air even stronger than before. He looks up at Jason, who'd twisted his eyes shut and pressed Tim closer, and sees the delighted look on his face.
Tim drags his head back, parting his lips. Milk dribbles down Tim's chin as he looks up at Jason again, who met his gaze. "Shit," Tim says, "Was this too much, Jayce?"
Slick dribbles down Jason's leg. "What do you think, Drake?" he replies, "Are you gonna fuck me since you got me all worked up, darling?"
That really was all Tim needed to strip his boxers off. Jason spreads his legs open, letting Tim do the work of sinking into his cunt. His slick slides down his legs as Tim settles inside, cock throbbing. Tim was still, waiting for Jason to rock back into him and set the pace between them.
With a shaking hand, Jason guides Tim's head back to his chest. Tim tries to contain his excitement, but his mouth was too eager. He latches back on and sucks hard on, causing Jason to groan. "Tim," Jason says, "Watch your teeth." Tim looks up, mumbling a small sorry into his skin as he continues drinking.
Tim takes more care when he draws more of Jason's milk into his mouth, swallowing it down. His hips move in tandem with every suck, an easy endeavor with the abundance of slick that gave him.
Tim wasn't going to last. He couldn't help the fact that it felt good; Tim feels the coil of his impending orgasm in his gut as he drinks from Jason winding up to a dangerous point, threatening to bubble over. All the sensations were new; the way Jason had been meeting his thrusts, the sweetness of the milk on his lips, it was all so new and overwhelming.
"Mommy, please let me cum," spills pathetically out of Tim's mouth before he can process what the hell he'd just said in the height of all he'd been feelings.
The speed in which Jason had been meeting Tim's thrusts slowed at the declaration. "Mommy? That's new," Jason says, like he was testing out the word to see if it felt right on his tongue. Tim can feel his cheeks burn red at the realization, shying away from Jason.
"Fuck, sorry—" Tim sputters, "That was—"
"No, no need to be sorry Tim," Jason coos, "But do you think you've been a good enough boy for mommy to deserve a reward like that? You haven't even made me cum yet, darling." With that simple phrase, the heat in Tim's gut multiplies tenfold. He expected Jason to laugh at him for that, laugh at him for yet another embarrassing display of desperation, but Jason didn't.
Jason continues after that, riding Tim with renewed vigor.
"Please, I've been good," Tim whines into the swell of Jason's breast. Tim doesn't know what else to do, to be honest. Jason's pace quickens, accentuated by every slight squeeze of his omega's cunt around Tim's aching cock, and Tim can't help but speed up his thrusts.
"Fuck," Jason groans, "Baby, you make me feel so full." Tim is teetering toward the edge every agonizing second of being denied his release as Jason bounces on his lap. When Jason comes he comes with a shudder, holding Tim close to him. There was a mess of slick and cum on Jason's stomach. "You're so good for me," he continues.
They stay in bed, lazily pressed together as they come down from the high they'd just experienced.