Chapter 6 Noah
NOAH
I was sitting on the floor in Corey's apartment, still trying to process what the hell was happening.
Just an hour ago, I'd been blissfully unaware of what was happening inside the mind of the sweet guy next door.
Exactly zero people outside of the Lactin Brotherhood knew about my secret and now Corey Abrams was part of that small circle.
The air between us was thick with tension after he admitted to not only knowing that I lactated, but that he'd been fantasizing about drinking my milk. The universe had a twisted sense of humor, wrapping up my most private moments and dropping a Little into my lap like some kind of cosmic joke.
"So…" The silence had stretched between us for at least thirty seconds too long. "Let’s start with the stockings. Why did you decide to leave them for me without a note?"
Corey’s cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink that matched the light pink icing from a batch of cookies. "I'm sorry if it was weird. I just didn't know how else to get your attention."
"Thank you for those." I had to admit that I hadn’t made it easy for him to reach out to me. The fact that he wanted to after my generally unfriendly welcome to the building was beyond me. "I wasn’t sure how to respond, but I should have at least thanked you."
“You’re welcome.” Corey giggled, and the sound did something inside me that I wasn't ready to analyze. "I've sort of...had a crush on you."
The idea that this sunshine of a human had developed feelings for me based on those minimal interactions was baffling.
"I've got to be honest…that surprises me. I’m not exactly friendly, and you’re a lot younger than me.
" I cocked my head, hating that I had to remind him of the obvious.
“You could do a lot better than an old fart like me.”
"You're not." Corey shrugged and looked up at me through his lashes. "You're just...contained. And that’s hot."
It was hot?
"I just feel drawn to you…" Corey's voice had softened, and his posture had changed. His shoulders were curved inward, making him look smaller, and he fingered the hem of his shirt in a way that reminded me of subbies when they were slipping into their Little headspace.
My hand closed around his. “I think I do too.” I held up my phone again and smiled. “Even our phones feel it.”
I watched as he drew his knees up to his chest, and his entire demeanor changed from the bubbly baker I’d spoken to in the hallway to this softer Corey who was more vulnerable and almost childlike in his mannerisms. It was triggering every protective instinct I had.
"Corey." I waited until he was looking into my eyes, fully present. "What exactly are you interested in here? With me?"
He shrugged but opened his mouth as if ready to be open with me and maybe himself too.
"I think I've always been a Little, but always by myself.
I've never had a caretaker or a Daddy who wanted to provide for me in some way." The last part came out as barely more than a whisper, and his entire face flushed red. "And since you make milk...I just keep thinking maybe you would want to…sometimes. You don’t have to be a Daddy if that’s not your thing.” He sighed and looked almost wistful. “But you’d be soooo good at it."
Something hot and possessive surged through me.
I'd always thought of myself as a Daddy Dom but never prioritized that part of my life. And I certainly never expected to find a Little who might be looking for a relationship. My lactation kink added an element to any intimate relationship that I wasn’t interested in discussing with a new partner, so that made it difficult to find the right match.
But now here was Corey telling me he wanted exactly what I had to offer. "And you want to explore that?" I kept my voice steady despite the excitement building inside me. "The Daddy/Little dynamic? With me?"
Corey nodded, his eyes dropping to my chest before quickly looking away. "If you're interested. I know I'm probably not what you're looking for—"
"What makes you think that?" I frowned, unable to let him continue down that path without understanding why.
He shrugged one shoulder and looked down into his lap. "You don’t actually seem to like me."
Christ, that broke my heart. I shifted close enough that he could feel my presence more strongly.
"Corey, look at me." I waited until those big brown eyes met mine. "I know I’ve been a dick, and I’m sorry. I’m not used to having people interested in being nice or friendly to me. I didn’t trust your intentions at first, and I apologize. That’s my bad.”
A small smile briefly crossed his face, but he was still. “I forgive you.”
“And for the record, I don’t dislike you.
” I considered how I felt after getting that first stocking.
“In fact, I have a bit of a crush on you too. But no one has ever given me gifts before. I mean, not as an adult. I just haven’t had those kinds of friends.
So getting the stockings from you has made me realize what a sweet and thoughtful young man you really are. ”
“I’m not that young…” He smiled. “I mean, in literal years.”
“When you’re Little, do you regress to a specific age?”
His lips parted slightly, and I watched as he processed what I was saying.
"I don’t know. I guess kinda young, but I’ve never thought about it like that.
I just know I want to be small and warm and…
simple. No work. No responsibilities. Nothing heavy or serious.
” He bit his lip and looked up at me. “Am I doing it wrong?”
"Not at all." I took a chance and opened my arms to him.
It took a second for Corey to understand what I meant, but as soon as he leaned closer, I pulled him up onto my lap and wrapped my arms around him. "There’s no right or wrong way to do any of this. There’s just what works for you. And for your partner.”
He nodded and rested his head on my shoulder. “Never had one of those.”
I gave him a squeeze. “Do you just want milk or do you want to explore these crushes we keep talking about.”
Corey's blush deepened, and I could feel his skin warm up under my touch. “The crushes and the milk.”
I had a sudden, intense desire to see just how far that blush went.
"I read that human milk is sweet and comforting, and for some people, it makes them…" He trailed off, looking mortified.
"Aroused?" I tried to use my professor's voice so he didn’t think I was teasing him. This wasn't the time to push him.
He nodded, his eyes fixed on a spot on the carpet.
"That's a common reaction." I rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him in this uncomfortable moment. "I donate to a milk bank, but lots of people use their milk for both comfort and pleasure. There's no wrong way to enjoy it."
Corey looked up at me through his lashes again, and fuck if that didn't do things to me. "Can I… Would you let me try it? Like…from you?"
I studied him, noting the way his pupils had dilated, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and the slight tremor in his hands. He was nervous but not afraid. "Absolutely." I leaned back against the couch and shifted his weight so he was sitting beside me and leaning over my lap.
"I need to be clear about something first," I said.
"If we start this—you drinking from me—I'm not gonna want to stop with just that.
I'm gonna want more.” I closed my eyes and threw my head back so I was facing the ceiling.
“I'm gonna want to be your Daddy in every way that means. Do you understand what I’m saying? "
“You will?” His eyes widened, and I could see the hope blooming there. "Every way?"
"Every way. We can take it slow, but what I’m looking for is to take care of you.
Praise you when you do well and discipline you when you need it.
And most importantly, I’m gonna want to give you pleasure in ways that make you feel safe and loved.
" I held his gaze, making sure he understood what I was offering.
"We can start with nursing tonight, but then I’d like to take you on a date so we can get to know each other better.
We could spend tomorrow together and start exploring what this might look like between us. How do you feel about that?"
Corey's breath caught. "That's...exactly what I want. More than anything."
I pulled my shirt over my head and helped move his head to the right position. "Alright, little one. Let Daddy feed you."
He smiled shyly, then moved forward. "I've never done this before." He looked up at me with those big eyes. "I don't know how."
"It's okay." I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair. "I'll tell you what to do. First, we need to get my nipple ready. You can start by rolling it gently between your fingers, or you can use your tongue. Whichever feels right to you."
Corey reached up hesitantly and brushed his fingertips over my nipple. The touch was electric and sent a shiver down my spine. He noticed my reaction and grew bolder, circling the nipple with gentle pressure until it hardened beneath his touch.
"That's good," I murmured, feeling the familiar tingle that signaled my milk was ready to let down. "Now, use your mouth. Stimulate it by circling with your tongue and then suck hard, like you're drinking through a straw. When the milk starts to flow, you can suck a little harder."
Corey’s warm breath ghosted over my skin before his lips closed around my nipple. The first pull was tentative, almost too gentle to feel.
I stroked his hair encouragingly. "A little harder, baby. Don't be afraid. You won’t hurt me."
He responded immediately, increasing the suction. Corey made a surprised sound against my chest once the milk started to flow. For a moment, he pulled back and stared at the drop of white liquid dripping from my skin. "It is sweet...and warm." He looked completely awed by the moment.
That made two of us. "Take as much as you want. There's plenty more."
He latched on again, this time with more confidence. The sensation was intimate in a way that using the pump never was.
I cradled him closer, using one hand to support his head while the other rubbed slow circles on his back.
As Corey drank, I felt him melting against me with the last of his nervousness draining away. His eyes fluttered closed, and a soft, contented hum vibrated against my chest. It was the most perfect sound I'd ever heard.
"That's it." A surge of tenderness I couldn’t remember feeling before shot through in an almost overwhelming way. "Drink up, little one. Daddy's got you."
Corey responded with another hum, and his hand came up to rest against my other pec, fingers tangling in the hair there.
He was drinking steadily now, lost in the rhythmic act.
I could feel myself hardening in my jeans, but this wasn't the time for that.
This first feeding was about comfort and establishing trust.
The rest would come later.
When the flow from my right side began to slow, I gently detached him. "Other side now, baby. Daddy has plenty more."
He blinked up at me with wet lips, looking utterly blissed out. It was clear the suckling and milk in his tummy was driving him deeper into his Little space.
As he drank from my left nipple, I marveled at how perfectly he fit in my arms. His small frame tucked against my larger one was a comforting pressure.
I'd had a few propositions for feeding like this in the past, but I’d never considered it could be so bonding.
Like this was exactly where I was meant to be.
Then again, that probably had more to do with the boy than the act.
"You're doing so well." Caught up in the moment, I pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Such a good boy for Daddy."
Corey's pleased hum was all the response I needed.
This moment was perfect. Sitting on Corey's apartment floor, holding him in my arms as he took my milk into his body. It felt like the beginning of something profound, something I hadn't even known I was looking for until it matched with me on an app.
Corey drifted to sleep, loosening his hold on my skin until his lips slipped off, and he was left nuzzling against my chest. I couldn’t remember ever wanting more of something…
of someone. But as I watched him, I knew with absolute certainty that this was the best Christmas gift I could have ever received.