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“Mirio…” Tamaki’s hands wound into his shirt, shoulders hunched uneasily. He wasn’t quite looking at Mirio, which meant that he was embarrassed over whatever he had manifested, but he wasn’t hiding himself away, which meant either he needed Mirio’s help or he wanted Mirio to see.

Mirio plopped down on Tamaki’s bed, folding his hands in his lap and crossing his legs.

“Hey, Tamaki.” He smiled at Tamaki, but not too wide, he didn’t want to make Tamaki more uncomfortable. “What’s up?”

“Um…” Tamaki’s cheeks were pink. “So… I was trying to work with new manifestations, and…” He hesitantly pulled up the hem of his shirt, revealing stretches of long, pale skin. Mirio followed the reveal with a hungry curiosity, and then Tamaki was bringing his shirt up to his chin, revealing-

“Oh, wow.” Mirio said, the words slipping out.

Tamaki’s pecs were swollen, puffy, protruding from his chest. They looked soft, and Mirio itched with the desire to sink his fingers into them. Tamaki’s pink nipples were hard and slightly elongated, and Tamaki still wasn’t looking at Mirio.

“Hey, Tamaki.” Mirio said thoughtfully. Tamaki’s shoulder went hunched. “Those look pretty sensitive.”

“They are..” Tamaki mumbled. “They… ache. It’s weird.”

“Can I touch?” The words tumbled out before Mirio could stop them. Tamaki flushed, but nodded.

Mirio scooted a little closer on the bed, reaching out and settling his hands on Tamaki’s waist. Tamaki jumped at the touch, tense and taunt as a wire, so Mirio kept his hands there, leaning in and kissing Tamaki’s cheek lightly, his thumbs stroking back and forth. Tamaki gradually relaxed under Mirio’s touch.

Like a skittish calf, Mirio very carefully did not say out loud.

Mirio kept one hand on Tamaki’s waist, the other sliding up to lightly cup the side of Tamaki’s pec, his hand still slipping along Tamaki’s side instead of touching it directly.

“Mirio…” Tamaki squirmed a little, still holding his shirt up.

“Good?” Mirio asked, adjusting his hand a little.

“I- I think so…” Tamaki said quietly, which made Mirio pause and study Tamaki’s face.

“Embarrassing good or not-sure-good?” He asked, clarifying. Tamaki often said the same thing while meaning either of them, after all.

“Embarrassing….” Tamaki said, the tips of his ears going red.

“Okay.” Mirio slid his hand forwards to cup Tamaki’s pec fully.

It was warm and swollen in his hand. Normally, Mirio could cover all of Tamaki’s pecs with his hands, but now it spilled over a little, soft and malleable in his broad, warm hand. He gave it a light, experimental squeeze, and felt the shiver go up Tamaki’s body.

“Hey, Tamaki.” Mirio said, his eyes fixed on Tamaki’s pec, entranced by the soft skin under his hand. “What were you experimenting with?” The silence took on a distinctly humiliated air, but Mirio waited patiently.

“Bovine.” Tamaki whispered.

“Cows?” Mirio shifted his grip so he could carefully, lightly, thumb over Tamaki’s pink nipple, looking painfully erect. Tamaki shuddered again, and a thought struck Mirio. “Do you think you could produce milk like this?” He said, and Tamaki bit back a soft whine.

Mirio looked up at Tamaki.

Tamaki’s cheeks were pink, but his eyes were screwed shut. His mouth was hanging open as he panted, shirt now only held up with one hand, the other hovering in front of his face like he wanted to muffle his noises but wasn’t sure how.

Mirio felt a rush of affection go through him, and he crowded into Tamaki’s space a little more, nudging his hips apart so he could settle in the v there, leaning in and kissing Tamaki’s cheek.

“You really like this.” Mirio whispered in Tamaki’s ear, and then he did whine, trying to curl in on himself in embarrassment.

“It’s weird though…” Tamaki mumbled, and Mirio laughed gently.

“Tamaki.” He said patiently. “We’ve done so much weirder already, and I liked it all.” Sometimes, Tamaki just needed reminding of the facts to pull him out of his own head.

“That’s…” Tamaki trailed off, and finally opened his eyes, his gaze downcast as he let Mirio gently kiss him, maneuvering his head so that Tamaki was facing him head on.

Tamaki, wonderful, responsive Tamaki, was left dazed after the kiss as Mirio pulled back, looking up at him with parted lips and lidded eyes.

“There you go.” Mirio said. “You really like this?” He asked, and lightly thumbed over Tamaki’s nipple. Tamaki nodded hastily.

“Yes…” He answered, his ears bright red. Mirio leaned in and kissed one, and Tamaki gasped.

“I really like it too.” Mirio said, and the last little line of tension left Tamaki’s shoulders, letting him go boneless as he slumped back against the headboard. “It’s hot.”

“Mirio….” Tamaki whined.

“I’ll take care of you.” Mirio promised, and Tamaki nodded a little, looking down at his chest, embarrassed.

Mirio brought his other hand up to Tamaki’s other pec, giving that one a light squeeze as well. He dragged his thumbs over Tamaki’s nipples, feeling how tight they were, just starting gentle circles.

“It aches…” Tamaki’s eyes slipped shut, and both of his hands rested flat over his collarbones, arms framing his chest as he arched up into Mirio’s touch a little.

“They feel tight.” Mirio commented, gently pinching one nipple. “I think I need to work them over until they loosen up.” Tamaki nodded a little, blushing hard. Mirio began working Tamaki’s nipples gently, rubbing them in circles, pinching them a little, tugging lightly and squeezing.

Tamaki’s breathing was starting to come harder, and Mirio couldn’t possibly miss the aching hardness in Tamaki’s pants, so close to Mirio’s own. Tamaki turned his face to the side, mouth open as he panted.

“I won- oh!” Mirio made a delighted noise as Tamaki’s pecs started weeping, just a little, as the hardness finally gave way to soft, tender nubs.

Tamaki shuddered and gasped, pressing up into Mirio’s touch.

“See, I knew you could do it.” Mirio leaned in and kissed Tamaki’s cheeks, sinking his hands into the soft skin of Tamaki’s pecs and giving them both light squeezes. A little more milk dribbled out, and Mirio swiped it up with a finger, popping it in his mouth.

Rich, creamy taste spread over his tongue, and Mirio hummed a little in delight.

“Wow.” Mirio said, and Tamaki whined. “Your milk is really sweet, Tamaki.”

“Don’t… that’s so embarrassing…” Tamaki mumbled, and Mirio laughed gently, gathering a little on his finger and bringing it up to Tamaki’s lips.

Tamaki hesitantly licked at it, his eyes opening as he glanced at Mirio.

“Oh… it is good…” Tamaki agreed, and Mirio kissed his cheek again.

“Nothing that comes from you could ever be weird or gross.” Mirio said, and pinched Tamaki’s nipples again, watching in fascination as each little tug made more milk bead up, spilling over onto Mirio’s fingers and start to drip a path down Tamaki’s chest, leaving pearly streaks that shone under the light.

Every little tug made Tamaki shudder, and Mirio drank in Tamaki’s soft noises, little gasps, tiny whines caught in his throat that send a skittering warmth down Mirio’s spine.

Mirio shuffled back so he could lean in, starting to lick up the trails of milk, and Tamaki let out a whimper, one hand coming to cup the back of Mirio’s head. Mirio chuckled, and sealed his lips over one of Tamaki’s nipples.

A whine erupted from Tamaki, his hand trembling on the back of Mirio’s head.

Mirio started a gentle sucking, milk sliding onto his tongue, massaging Tamaki’s pec lightly as he drew milk out from it.

“Mirio, oh-” Tamaki’s hand was putting pressure on the back of Mirio’s head, trying to pull him in closer, and Mirio lightly closed his teeth around Tamaki’s nipple and tugged.

Tamaki let out a shockingly loud moan, his hand clapping over his mouth as he shook, arching up, worked to the edge by Mirios’ ministrations.

“Tamaki.” Mirio said softly, reverently, as tears spilled over in Tamaki’s eyes. It wasn’t sadness, though, Tamaki just got overwhelmed easily in bed and the emotions spilled over in whatever way they could.

“Mirio, Mirio.” Tamaki gasped, a shuddering pull of air as his hand gripped tightly at the back of Mirio’s head. “Please- please don’t stop.” He begged.

“Of course.” Mirio switched his attention, closing his mouth around Tamaki’s other nipple. The poor, neglected bud gave up it’s milk eagerly, and Tamaki cried out as Mirio immediately went to teeth, tugging and sucking harder.

“Mirio, Mirio. Mirio-” Tamaki was reduced to just one word, and it fell from his lips like a prayer.

Mirio did his best, swallowing down the gushes of milk spurting across his tongue, but some dribbled out of the sides of his mouth anyway. He pulled back, milk collected in his mouth, and he kissed Tamaki, swallowing his noises up and giving him milk in return.

Mirio pressed Tamaki to the headboard as he kissed him deeply, and Tamaki whimpered as he wrapped his arms around Mirio’s neck, shoving his chest up against Mirio, rubbing his nipples against Mirio, crushing their pecs together as he desperately searched for relief from the throbbing.

“Hey, hey.” Mirio whispered, stroking a hand over Tamaki’s hair. Tamaki was trembling, sobbing, shaking apart in Mirio’s arms. “Shh, Tamaki, shh. It’s okay.”

“More, please…” Tamaki begged, his own hands slipping down to his pecs, grabbing his own nipples and tugging hard, moaning as milk spurted out, hitting Mirio’s chest. Mirio looked down at it.

“You want it rougher?” Mirio asked, and Tamaki whined, nodding into Mirio’s shoulder.

“Okay, okay, I’ll help you.” Mirio said. “Here, let’s-”

Mirio rearranged the two of them, doing most of the work because Tamaki was on the edge of shaking apart, but they settled down with Tamaki in the ‘v’ of Mirio’s legs, back pressed to Mirio’s front. Mirio caged Tamaki in with his legs, giving him a light squeeze to remind Tamaki that he was trapped.

Tamaki let his head fall back onto Mirio’s shoulder, tears subsided for the moment, but still desperate and trembling a little.

“Shh, shh.” Mirio soothed him, hands sliding up Tamaki’s front. He cupped Tamaki’s tender pecs and gave them a squeeze, grabbing them and twisting, just a little, enough to apply that extra little bit of pressure that had Tamaki’s chest heaving with a dry sob.

“Yes, yes- Mirio, Mirio,” Tamaki mumbled, quivering in Mirio’s arms. Mirio grinned, and shifted his grip to pinch Tamaki’s nipples.

The different angle meant that Mirio could cup all of Tamaki’s pecs and tug his nipples at the same time, and the different was immediately clear as soon as Mirio gave the first, long pull. Tamaki’s hands shook as he grabbed Mirio’s wrists, a grounding point as a long, rough note burst from his throat, arching up into the pull, tears spilling over again.

“Mirio, Mirio, Mirio-” Tamaki sobbed, arching up as Mirio pulled harder, the milk going from weeping to spurting, tiny little arcs jumping from Tamaki’s chest. “Oh, oh ohhh oh -” Tamaki shook hard, and positively sobbed as Mirio twisted Tamaki’s nipples, pulling them down towards the bed.

Takami had no choice but to follow the pull, curving forwards and down, his hips twisting on the bed as he writhed, trying to find relief from the sharp lightening pleasure arcing through his body, inescapable and overwhelming.

“Tamaki, you’re amazing.” Mirio whispered, shifting his grip so he could start at the base of Tamaki’s pecs and squeeze up, wringing the milk out of them like an actual cow, watching the milk jet down to the bed.

Tamaki, thoroughly overwhelmed, couldn’t do anything but shake apart in Mirio’s arms, pulling hard against Mirio’s strong fingers, and the extra jolt was what finally did it, what sent him over the edge, sobbing and finally finally finding relief as he came hard, jerking in Mirio’s arms as he filled his underwear with sticky cum.

“Oh my god.” Mirio whispered, awe-stuck.

Tamaki collapsed, going boneless in Mirio’s arms.

“Mirio…” He gasped, and Mirio forced down his own, painful arousal to keep his focus on Tamaki.

“You’re amazing, Tamaki.” Mirio said softly, petting a hand over Tamaki’s hair, the other going around his waist and hugging him.

“T-They ache… please… just touch them, don’t-” Tamaki whimpered, pressing his face into Mirio’s neck.

“Of course.” Mirio agreed immediately, his hands coming up to rest over Tamaki’s pecs, not really moving, just holding. Tamaki let out a sigh of relief, still trembling and shaking as tears dripped down his face.

“Shh, shh.” Mirio pressed kisses to whatever parts of Tamaki’s face he could reach with the weird angle. “You did so well.” He praised, and Tamaki shuddered a little.

“Sorry… you haven’t…” Tamaki murmured, shifting a little so he could press his hip into Mirio’s painful erection.

Mirio huffed, somewhere between a moan and a laugh.

“It’s okay.” He reassured Tamaki. “I can wait.”

Tamaki made a mildly uneasy noise, but nodded, his breathing finally evening out. The two of them sat there for a moment, Mirio occasionally giving Tamaki’s pecs gentle squeezes, and finally Tamaki brought a hand up to scrub at his cheeks and the salt trails there.

“Okay.” He said quietly. “I’m okay.”

“That was really really hot.” Mirio said immediately, and Tamaki’s cheeks went pink.

“Do you.. Um… how do you..?” Tamaki asked, pressing his hip a little against Mirio’s hardon.

“I’ll be honest.” Mirio said, and gave Tamaki’s pecs a light squeeze. “I really want to cum on these.”

“Ah…” Tamaki’s lips parted a little, looking up at Mirio in surprise.

“Can I?” Mirio asked, and Tamaki nodded quickly.

“Of course.” He said, and there was a moment of shuffling around until Tamaki was lying on his back on the bed, Mirio straddling his stomach.

“Gods, Tamaki.” Mirio said, freeing his cock and beginning to work himself over. “That was so incredibly hot, you have no idea.” He started jerking himself off, hard and fast, already so close to the edge.

Tamaki blushed hard, looking up at Mirio and holding his gaze. He slid his hands up and cupped his pecs, putting them on display for Mirio. Perky, red and abused, puffy and swollen from all of Mirio’s pulling and tugging.

“Oh, Tamaki .” Mirio said reverently, his gaze snapping down to Tamaki’s pecs, and he had to brace one hand against the headboard as he curled forwards.

“Come on, Mirio.” Tamaki said softly, almost seductively, and he pressed his pecs together a little more. Mirio groaned like he had been socked in the stomach, and his hand worked his cock over for another moment before he was cumming, ropes of cum spurting out of his dick and striping over Tamaki’s pecs.

Mirio worked the last few dribbles out of his cock, letting them splatter over Tamaki’s pecs. Mirio’s breath was heavy, his body drained as he grinned down at his blushing boyfriend.

“You’re so hot.” Mirio said, sliding off of Tamaki and collapsing down next to him.

Tamaki looked down at his pecs, the tips of his ears bright red. There was a moment of silence before Mirio laughed a little.

“What?” Tamaki asked, glancing over at him.

“I think we’ve finally found something that turns you on more than me.” Mirio said. Tamaki covered his face.

“Oh god… that’s so embarrassing…”

“Hey, hey, no, not like that.” Mirio said, going onto his side so he could settle his hand onto Tamaki’s stomach. “I really liked that. It was so hot.”

“Okay…” Tamaki mumbled.

“And it’s super obvious that that drove you wild.” Mirio continued, and Tamaki nodded into his hands.

“Do you want to do it again?” Mirio asked, and Tamaki peeked at Mirio through his fingers. He studied Mirio face for a moment before nodding a little.

“Great.” Mirio grinned, leaning in and kissing Tamaki’s cheek. “We can talk about it another time, but for now lets get cleaned up, okay?”

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Mirio carefully adjusted the straps holding the bit gag in place, tugging Takami’s hair gently out from under them.

“Feel okay?” He asked, and Tamaki nodded a little in response. His eyes were covered, but he was relaxed, only tensing a tiny bit, barely even a flinch, whenever Mirio touched him. Mirio ran a hand down Tamaki’s spine soothingly, checking him over one last time.

Kneeling on Mirio’s bed, Tamaki had his hands cuffed to the headboard, around the top through the slats. He was lightly mouthing around the bit gag in his mouth, trying to get used to the taste and feel of it, and his eyes were covered with a thick, heavy blindfold, blocking out all light. A heavy leather collar was around Tamaki’s neck, a point of familiarity in this new situation that would help ground him.

Mirio glanced at Tamaki’s ears, changed into long, hanging cow ears, and he resisted the urge to reach out and touch one, not wanting to startle Tamaki. The hairs on them were slightly rough, and they were a spotted black and white.

Mirio’s hand reached the base of Tamaki’s spine, where Tamaki had manifested a cow tail, long and flicking a little uneasily. Mirio pet over the base gently, and it settled into a light swishing.

“There you go.” Mirio murmured. Tamaki arched his spine, the cuffs on the spreader bar clinking a little as he tried to pull his legs in and hide.

“Shh.” Mirio settled a hand on the curve of Tamaki’s ass. “Easy, easy. There’s nothing for you to be worried about.”

Tamaki made a noise around the bit, soft and uncertain. Mirio stroked along the curve of Tamaki’s ass until he relaxed a little.

Mirio settled into his chair, brought over to sit next to the bed so he could be at the right height for this. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his flannel shirt, rolling them up.

“I really do feel like a farmer, wearing this.” Mirio mused, and Tamaki let out a quiet huff of a laugh at Mirio’s words.

Mirio did a quick survey of Tamaki’s underside. Enlarged, puffy tits with elongated nipples to match hung down, both of them with clamps on them to make Tamaki ache. (And they were tits now, too heavy and swollen to be just pecs, too rounded and full.) Mirio reached out and lightly tapped one of the clamps, making Tamaki jerk a little, a jolt of aching pleasure running through him.

Mirio grinned to himself, his attention turning to the most impressive part of Tamaki’s request for the scene tonight.

Tamaki’s cock was thick and full, pointing down towards the bed, and a bead of silver poked out of it’s very tip. Plugged up with a loop that fit around the head of his cock, Tamaki was stuffed full and unable to cum until Mirio was ready to milk him down there.

(Mirio never put Tamaki through anything he would not try first. Doing homework in the spreader bar had been weird, sure, but playing video games with a sound in his dick made him agonizing and desperate. Just looking at the silver made Mirio’s cock ache, remembering the heavy fullness and desperate, shuddery orgasm when he finally pulled it out.)

But while that might have been impressive, it was nothing compared to the last thing Tamaki had manifested. The thick, heavy, dark sac of a steer, hanging between Tamaki’s spread legs, enormous and full.

When Tamaki had asked to be milked, he wanted it in every way possibly.

Mirio grinned a little wider, reaching out and lightly cupping Tamaki’s balls, and Tamaki’s tail flicked a little, his hips rocking a little as he fruitlessly searched for friction. Mirio rolled them in his hand, testing their weight for a moment before letting them drop.

Tamaki let out a sigh, muffled as it rushed past the gag. He was always so much bolder and honest with the blindfold on, it made Mirio happy to see Tamaki finally able to express himself without hesitation.

Mirio settled into his chair, reaching for the cup on his nightstand. His other hand rested on Tamaki’s side, which then slid down under to Tamaki’s chest, flicking lightly at the clamp.

Tamaki sighed softly again, his ear flicking a little as he shifted.

“Gotta make sure my prized cow is still producing, right?” Mirio said, taking off the clamp. He knew of the pain that happened with the rush of blood coming back, and he massaged Tamaki’s nipple lightly to help him through the pained ache. Tamaki moaned a little, his hips twisting a little as he tried to press his tit into Mirio’s hand.

“Shh, easy.” Mirio soothed him. “It’s alright…” He glanced over to gauge Tamaki’s reaction, “....Ushi-chan?” He tried, and Tamaki’s lips twisted around the gag in a clear grimace at the nickname.

“Alright, alright.” Mirio laughed. “Tamaki.” He settled the cup under Tamaki’s nipple, still massaging it lightly. Tamaki’s breasts were heavy and elongated, but it was his nipples that were incredible, a light, pretty pink, long enough for Mirio to fit two thick fingers along the length of one.

Tamaki arched his back down for a moment, trying to encourage Mirio along.

“Okay, Tamaki.” Mirio murmured, starting to pull in earnest. “Gotta get my taste, first.” It was a long few moments of working Tamaki’s tits as he moaned softly around the gag, but then his nipple loosened up and the milk started flowing.

Mirio just gave a few gentle pulls, enough for a little pool to collect in his cup. He took it and tipped it back, swallowing the creamy milk and and licking his lips.

“Wow, Tamaki.” Mirio grinned, reaching out to cup the back of Tamaki’s head, lightly petting his hair. “You certainly are the highest quality out there.”

Tamaki made a noise like a squeaky toy, shivering at Mirio’s words. His cheeks were pink, and he turned his face away from Mirio, jaw working a little around the bit.

“Okay, let’s get started for real.” Mirio declared, setting his cup back on his nightstand and reaching for the larger of the two bowls. He settled it onto the bed under Tamaki’s tit, and settled both of his hands around the plump, swollen flesh that was hanging down.

With his left hand, Mirio cupped and held Tamaki’s breast, gently massaging it at the base and holding it in place. His right fingers squeezed at Tamaki’s nipple. He experimented with the best way to pull the milk out, lightly pinching and tugging, different amounts of strength, different lengths of pulling, and he discovered two things.

First, that if he squeezed hard and gave a long, dragging pull down the length of Tamaki’s nipple, it would spurt the milk out in long jet.

Second, the rougher he was, the louder and more squirmish Tamaki got, his hips jerking a little as he fought to maintain his kneeling pose on the bed.

Mirio found himself settling into a rhythm, squeezing gently with his left, then pulling down roughly with his right, entranced. He watched the milk slowly start gathering in the bottom of the bowl, aware of both Tamaki’s rising volume and the way his tail flicked more sharply.

“Hah- ah- ah- ahhh-” Mirio broke himself out of his trance, looking up to check on Tamaki.

Tamaki’s head was thrown back, mouthing at the gag, his cheeks red as his tongue slipped over and under the bit, the leather yielding only a little to his teeth, drool starting to spill out the corners of his mouth. He whined, his whole body moving into Mirio’s absent-minded pull, hips rocking and ass wiggling a little, desperately asking for more without words

“You’re doing so well, Tamaki.” Mirio said, pausing a moment to settle a hand on Tamaki’s hip. Tamaki hastily nodded, his noises both muffled and unable to be held back from the gag.

Mirio gave into temptation, reaching out and running his fingers over Tamaki’s long ear. It flicked under his hand, and Tamaki let out a weak moan in response.

“This side’s almost done.” Mirio promised, the milk having slowed down to just dribbles over the last couple of pulls. “Then we’ll switch.”

Tamaki nodded, his mouth trying to form words around the leather forcing his mouth open, but Mirio just kissed his cheek.

“Relax.” Mirio said, returning to his rhythm. Determined to finish up and get the last little bit of milk out, Mirio was a little rougher. He twisted Tamaki’s nipple as he pulled it down, a last jet of milk coming out Tamaki let out a keen, going tense.

Mirio pulled the bowl back out from under Takami as he slumped down, whimpering and drooling into the pillows. His arms were held up by the cuffs and his ass was still up in the air, but he rubbed his tits into the bed, moaning and whining as he shook his way through a dry orgasm.

“Iiiih- ehhiiio-” Tamaki tried to force Mirio’s name out around the gag, and Mirio smiled, gently petting Tamaki’s hair, running his hand down Tamaki’s spine soothingly as Tamaki made soft, wet noises desperately humping the air, unable to cum properly with the sound in his dick.

“It’s okay.” Mirio soothed him. “This side’s done. Do you want the clamp back?” Tamaki’s hips didn’t slow in their rocking, and he mouthed at the bit for a long moment, before he shook his head. “Alright. Do you need to take a break?”

Another long moment, then Tamaki was whimpering as he shook his head, forcing himself back up into his original position.

“You’re so good, Tamaki.” Mirio said, petting one warm, broad down hand down Tamaki’s hip and thigh. Tamaki moaned helplessly. Mirio slid the bowl back under, over to Tamaki’s other tit, and unclamped it, massaging the nipple gently as the blood rushed back in.

After a moment of gentle soothing, Mirio settled his hands on Tamaki’s breast, giving a few gentle pulls, working Tamaki’s nipple until the milk started to flow.

Tamaki’s trembling had subsided at that point, and he was moaning softly as Mirio started increasing the pressure he was using.

“Harder?” Mirio asked, and Tamaki nodded quickly. Mirio complied, ramping up the force of his pulls, and the milk started spurting out in earnest.

“Gods, that’s so hot.” Mirio muttered as Tamaki’s voice picked up again, drool dripping down from his chin as he tossed his head back. Mirio settled into the rough rhythm of before, before going the extra step and twisting at the very end.

“AH- ah ah- oh, oh, oh-” Tamaki trembled with each pull, his legs jerking and pulling at the spreader, his hands gripping at the headboard as his head dropped forwards, thick strings of saliva dripping from his mouth.

Mirio maintained his firm grip even as Tamaki’s tit threatened to pull out of his hand, and he continued his long pulls even as Tamaki started making wet, desperate noises, starting to hump the air again.

“So hot.” Mirio breathed, working the last of the milk out of Tamaki’s nipple with a particularly hard pull, making Tamaki whimper and barely catch himself on the headboard. Mirio looked over at Tamaki, his brow creasing as Tamaki let out a rough sob, almost sounding like a gag, his body twisting and shaking with the effort of his second orgasm of the night.

There was a loud clanking as Tamaki let the bell slip from his hand. Mirio immediately let go of Tamaki’s nipple, pulling the bowl out from under him and setting it on the bedside table.

“Shh, you okay?” Mirio soothed, a hand on Tamaki’s back. Tamaki shook his head. “You want the gag out?”

Tamaki nodded, and Mirio carefully undid the straps, gently tugging the bit from Tamaki’s mouth.

Tamaki sucked in a big breath of air, swallowing back the saliva that had been drooling out, letting out wet little gasps. Mirio stroked his hand down Tamaki’s spine as Tamaki shook through the aftershocks of his dry climax.

“Do you want to hard stop?” He asked, and Tamaki shook his head quickly.

“N-No- just-” He worked his jaw a little. “M-My arms ache… and… my jaw…”

“Do you want me to uncuff you?” Mirio asked, and Tamaki nodded. Mirio reached over to carefully undo the cuffs, letting Tamaki lower his arms down to the bed, pressing his face to the pillow and whimpering at the muscle burn.

“Shhh, shh.” Mirio soothed Tamaki, gently rubbing at his shoulder joints where it would hurt the most.

“Mirio… please…” Tamaki mumbled into the pillow. “I’m okay, so please…”

“You want me to continue now?” Mirio asked, and Tamaki nodded. “Alright.”

Mirio took his seat again, and gently repositioned Tamaki on the bed, sliding his legs down a little more. Tamaki let out a whine as his tender nipples rubbed against the bed from the movement.

“You ready for your last milking?” Mirio asked, and Tamaki whimpered, nodding as he took a mouthful of pillow and bit down on it.

“Alright. Keep your hips as still as possible, okay?” Mirio asked as he grabbed the other bowl, settling it in his lap in preparation, before taking a pair of latex gloves and carefully pulling them on. He waited for Tamaki to nod into the pillow, the slight jerking of his hips finally stilling. Mirio reached for Tamaki’s cock, grasping it carefully in one hand. Tamaki moaned softly, but remained still, quivering lightly.

Mirio carefully squeezed at the head of Tamaki’s cock, compressing it just a little until the head slipped through the metal ring around it. Tamaki whined as the sound began to slide out under the pressure of gravity, Mirio doing nothing but holding Tamaki’s cock at an angle to let it slide out slowly rather than all at once.

Tamaki whined as each tiny little bump slipped out of his cock, his hips shaking hard by the time the last one slid out. Mirio caught the sound and set it aside, giving Tamaki’s cock a gentle squeeze. Tamaki reflexively tried to thrust into Mirio’s hand, but Mirio immediately let go as he picked up the bowl from his lap and settled it on the bed under Tamaki’s cock.

“Easy, easy.” Mirio said soothingly. “I’ll take care of you Tamaki, just relax.”

“I-I know, Mirio, please just-” Tamaki mumbled into the bed.

“Easy.” Mirio repeated again. “I’ve got you.” He reached for the lube, slathering it over the fingers of one gloved hand. He wrapped his other hand tightly around the head of Tamaki’s cock, holding it in place tightly. Tamaki moaned helplessly as Mirio’s lubed fingers found his hole, pressing against it gently.

Mirio took his time to open Tamaki up gently, just enough to take three fingers, before going down to two. His goal here wasn’t to bring Tamaki off, after all.

The muscles of Tamaki’s stomach were sucked in and tight as he quivered, toes curling, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. Mirio’s fingers slipped into Tamaki, pressing lightly along Tamaki’s soft walls until he found the sensitive gland inside.

Tamaki whimpered as Mirio’s fingers rubbed slowly against it for a moment.

Mirio frowned a little in concentration, remembering everything he had read, and gently started stroking over the sides of the little peach-shaped nub. He dragged his fingers over one side, stroking rhythmically in the same direction, stimulating it.

Tamaki shoved his arms under the pillow, pressing his face into it and sobbing, legs shaking violently. Thick, viscous semen started to drip from the tip of Tamaki’s cock, and Mirio angled it down to drip down into the bowl.

Tamaki muffled his whines in the pillow he was clutching, and Mirio watched, entranced. The liquid coming out alternated between clearer precum and thick semen, but it maintained a steady drip.

Tamaki’s legs slowly relaxed, the milking both agonizingly pleasurable and exhausting at the same time, and he whimpered softly into the pillow as Mirio pressed down on the one side of Tamaki’s prostate, firmly milking the rest of the semen out.

“Mirio, Mirio-” Tamaki mumbled. “Wait- please- yellow-” Mirio paused, slowly pulling his fingers out.

“Tamaki?” He asked, concerned. Tamaki didn’t say anything else, just scrabbling for the blindfold and pulling it off, blinking wet eyes at Mirio.

“O-Okay..” He whispered, his ears flicking in embarrassment. “I- I wanted to see you…”

“Oh, Tamaki.” Mirio smiled brightly at Tamaki, who blushed hard, but didn’t look away.

“You- don’t stop.” Tamaki said, and Mirio nodded, sliding his fingers back into Tamaki. Tamaki sighed softly, his frantic trembling vanishing under the gentle pleasure that was now rocking through his body in waves.

“Feel good?” Mirio asked, knowing the answer.

“It’s good…” Tamaki mumbled, the words slurring a little. “Mirio… please… I… I need…”

“Shh.” Mirio pressed against the other little nub, working Tamaki gently through the milking, the dribbles pouring into the bowl. “Just relax.”

Tamaki sighed softly, his tail flicking softly.

“Mirio… Mirio…” He whispered, and Mirio smiled, leaning in and gently kissing Tamaki’s sweaty flank.

“That’s it.” Mirio said, and watched as the last bits of semen dripped out. He gave one last gentle stroke to each side, then he pulled his finger out.

“You did so well, Tamaki.” Mirio praised him, pulling off the gloves and tossing them in the trash. He pulled the bowl out from under Tamaki, setting it on the bedside table. He carefully undid the spreader bar, massaging both of Tamaki’s legs where the cuffs were. “Go ahead and let go.”

Tamaki let out a groan, collapsing down to the bed, sprawling out. Mirio laughed a little, rising up to settle down on the bed, straddling Tamaki’s legs, and reaching out to press his hands against Tamaki’s sweat-coated back, starting to massage in long, firm strokes.

“Mirio…” Tamaki mumbled, sighing softly. His ears flicked a little. “I.. I want you…”

“You sure?” Mirio asked. “You’re not too worn out?”

Tamaki hesitated.

“I.. I am, but… I want to feel you.” He admitted, before pressing his burning cheeks to the pillow.

Mirio laughed, but it was a gentle laugh.

“Of course.” He agreed, reaching for the lube again. “What kind of farmer would I be if I left my best cow hanging?”

Tamaki let out an embarrassed laugh, and hearing it made Mirio grin wider as he undid his jeans.

“You want me to fill you up?” Mirio asked, spreading Tamaki’s hole open, dipping one thumb into it to tug it open so he could dribble more lube.

“Please, please…” Tamaki sighed, arcing up under Mirio’s hands, trying to press his ass into Mirio’s hands, hole clenching greedily around Mirio’s thumb.

“Give you back what I just milked out of you?” Mirio asked, slicking himself up. “My perfect little cow?”

Tamaki went still, then he whimpered, a shudder going through him.

“You like that? Being called my cow?” Mirio asked, pressing his cock into the crack of Tamaki’s ass, sliding it back and forth a little, bumping up against the base of Tamaki’s tail. Tamaki nodded into the pillow.

“It’s true.” Mirio pressed in a little, the head of his cock popping into Tamaki’s greedy hole, and it desperately clenched around him, trying to pull Mirio in.

Mirio laughed, taking Tamaki’s tail and gently pulling it to the side, draping it so it wouldn’t get pinched, before pushing in forwards and pressing up against Tamaki’s back, pushing him into the mattress.

Tamaki whimpered but it was soft, like all his strength had left him. He gasped softly as Mirio began to rock them together, gentle pushing that had Tamaki quivering and pressing his face into the pillow as tears spilled over again.

“Mirio, Mirio…” Mirio’s name slipped off of Tamaki’s lips like a prayer, and Mirio paused in his gentle rocking to kiss Tamaki’s shoulder.

“Shh, shh.” Mirio soothed Tamaki, who blinked blearily up at Mirio.

“Please.” Tamaki whispered. “Please, Mirio. Harder.”

“Harder?” Mirio ground a little into Tamaki, and his eyes slipped shut. “My sweet cow wants it nice and rough?”

Tamaki whined, but nodded.

“Of course.” Mirio said, and carefully worked his hands under to cup Tamaki’s tits, using them as leverage to begin to thrust into Tamaki, making him gasp and grab at the sheets.

“Yes, yes, Mirio, Mirio, Mirio- ” Tamaki whined, getting worked up again with Mirio pushing Tamaki into the sheets, trapping him there, caught between the rough grabbing at his chest and the weight pressing him down into it.

“Oh, oh, oh oh oh oh- ” Tamaki’s voice rose in pitch and he cried out, biting into the pillow as he shook desperately through another orgasm, unable to cum, there was nothing left for him to shoot out.

Mirio grunted at the feeling of Tamaki clenching down around him, and he squeezed tightly at Tamaki’s chest as he pushed him down into the sheets, spilling over deep into Tamaki, filling him up.

The two of them lay there for a moment, Tamaki shaking and gasping, Mirio breathing deeply as he came down. Eventually, he pulled out and rolled off of Tamaki, gathering him up in his arms and reaching for his blankets, pulling it around the two of them.

“Mirio, Mirio…” Tamaki mumbled, tears spilling down his cheeks. “Oh, Mirio… ”

“Shh, shh, Tamaki.” Mirio said softly, hugging Tamaki and letting him weep into Miro’s chest. “You were so good, you were incredible.” Tamaki nodded, and Mirio gently stroked over Tamaki’s hair.

Mirio bundled the two of them up tightly, letting the endorphins rushing through Tamaki finally dry up as he finished crying.

“Mirio…” Tamaki peeked up at Mirio through his damp lashes. “Thank you…” He mumbled. Mirio kissed Tamaki’s forehead.

“Of course, my brave Tamaki.” Mirio said. “That was incredible. I should be thanking you .”

Tamaki shook his head, but said nothing else as he crowded closer to Mirio, his ears flicking in his embarrassment.

Mirio kissed Tamaki’s forehead again, running a hand along Tamaki’s back, soothing down his spine.

“You were so good.” He said, again. “My perfect little cow.” Tamaki flushed bright red, looking down.

“Thank you for indulging me…” Tamaki mumbled.

“Hey, I love indulging you.” Mirio said cheerfully. “It always ends up fun for me, you know.”

Tamaki nodded in response, pressing his face against Mirio’s chest and shutting his eyes, still feeling hazy and full of cotton.

“Go ahead and sleep.” Mirio said. “I’ll be here.”

Tamaki slept.