My Man

My Man. 12

Living with Babies

Bearing the pregnancy was an experience worth re-living. Though he wanted a break for a while.

Going through the labour pain and procedure was hell moment of sheer pain and pleasure.

And then comes the actual task.

Raising their kid.

Pha had just laid his back on the bed. Making sure Mark is fed and changed comfortably.

He stood watching Mew doing his chores and putting him to sleep.

"Our son is so beautiful. Just like you Mew." Pha hug Mew sideways and he engulfed him in his arms taking him to their bedroom.

"I think he is more like you Pha. His eyes. His nose. Just like you. And he pouts like you too." He laughed.

"Do i pout?" Pha leaned on the bed.

"Yes you do baby." Mew slipped in the bed too removing his tee as Pha opened his arms for him.

"But i love you when you pout." Mew softly pecked his lips before putting his head on his chest. Pha hissed on the slight stinging pain.

"You like to tease huh." Pha pouted looking at those twinkling eyes shining with a hint of tease.

"Ohhh do I?" He lift up his head and lightly bit his puckered lip.

"Mew.." His words were all muffled in Mew's lips. Moving gently, softly, passionately. Pha grab a handfull of his chocolate locks at nape to deepen the  kiss.

He missed his lips. He missed his touches. He missed his teasing.

"Sssss Mew. It still hurts." he flinched. Mew stopped his fingers on his chest inside his shirt.

"Sorry Pha. I guess i need to control my fingers." Mew retreated his fingers but Pha grasped his hands.

He was softly moving his hand on top of Mew's fingers, nudging him to touch him. But softly.

Mew moved his lips along his jaw line his neck slightly opening the buttons of his night suit. One after another untill it was undone.

He visibly felt Pha hitched a breath as his lips were attached to swollen nipples. He was trying to be as gentle as he could. It was hard for him to stop himself from touching Pha.

He could feel Pha's chest heaving up and down.. He was drowning in pleasure. No matter how much he wanted to suck his nipples hard but he restrained himself. Being contented with the little nibbling. Slight grazing. Licking and slight biting. Just to hear those melodic sounds of his sexy Husband.

He moved his lips down trailing a wet path... Those marks on his tummy were too aluring for him. They defined the nine months he bear the children within. He kissed each and every stretch mark. As a gesture of thank you and love you.

Pha never needed Mew to say what he felt. He could easily read his silence. He could easily read what his fingers say or his lips say even if closed.

He stopped at the waist band of his trouser. Pulling it with his teeth. Holding his hips. He knew he had to wait. But he could wait. As long as he can make Pha feel good.

He could wait for himself. But he knew Pha needs this. He couldnt face a sexually frustrated Pha as his hormones were all over the place.

Pha was squirming under him. Clasping his hands over his mouth not to make any loud sound. He didnt want to wake up his sleeping son in the middle of the night.

Mew smiled as he pulled the trouser down to his knees straightening them up on his heel.

Parting his legs just a bit to settle in between his legs. He was biting on his inner thighs but he was frozen as once. Pha was moving his toes in between his legs, on his already hard length. Teasing the clothed dick with his nail.