The New Baby: Part 1.5 of ?
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Spike/Xander/Anya
Rating: Hella NC-17
Summary: After adopting a newly souled Spike, Xander reflects on the blessings of "parenthood".
Warning: m/m sex, m/f sex, infantilization and accompanying kinks, roleplayed incest
A/N: Inspired by the fabulous SPN Cunnilingus Fic Community. We so need more PWP these days and I'm insanely jealous of them...Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tamingthemuse prompt #79-marigold. As it's lilithbint's prompt, I imagine she'll be pleased at how inspired I was!
The cooing and soft suckling noises draw him away from the computer. He's got to get these reviews done by tomorrow and there's still the order to place for the new site. Something like 2 more hours worth of work minimum and that's if he really knuckles down. Which he won't because that would mean missing out on the morning ritual.
Anya's a stickler for routines, even with the new baby. Never let it be said his girl was afraid of a little responsibility. She's finally got him weaned off the bottles, which is nice. Stimulating lactation had taken a bit of work, but it had finally paid off. She hooked up the little feeding tube next to her nipple every night, milk and blood flowing into Spike's eager mouth. He was always hungry at breakfast, staying on the nipple for hours while Anya read or watched television. Sometimes he'd nurse all night, suckling gently while Anya slept.
Xander loved those nights. He wake up and Spike would be drowsy, eyes heavy-lidded and mouth swollen from suckling. He'd kiss tender puffy lips, hearing Spike whimper so sweetly as his Daddy guided his aching mouth down to an equally swollen cock. Spike loved to suck. Morning blowjobs were soft, careful and heartrendingly erotic. Spike's tongue glided luxuriously over his flesh, lapping at his balls until they dripped with saliva. When he finally came, the cum would flood Spike's waiting mouth, dripping down his chin. Cleaning up his messy boy was a tough job, but that's what Daddy's did. It wasn't the taste of his own come that got him so excited. It was the taste of his come on Spike's face.
Xander watched quietly as Anya pulled her breast out from between Spike's eager lips. She ran a careless thumb over the tip of one dark nipple, gathering up the milk that beaded there. He could see her shiver a bit at that fresh stimulation to her sensitive breast. Feeding Spike was one long bout of foreplay for Anya. She found the whole situation incredibly arousing and would often sleep with Spike attached to her breast and Xander deep inside her, waking only long enough to orgasm. Xander had never fucked in his sleep before, but had to admit that Anya was right. It was a timesaver.
"Any left for me?" he asked quietly, as Anya readjusted the blood bags and prepared to continue feeding Spike.
Spike nodded up at him, eyes turning from an icy blue to marigold yellow and back again. He stroked his erection absently, tongue peeking out from between those lush, mobile lips as he slid down the bed. Xander tugged at the string that kept his pajama bottoms up, stepping out them and into bed. He rarely ever wore clothes around the house anymore; none of them did ever since Anya read that skin to skin contact facilitated bonding. Nothing but the best for their little boy she'd proclaimed and Xander heartily agreed.
He detached the feeding tube from her nipple and began to suckle, warm fresh milk filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. Anya whimpered and the soft sounds of suckling redoubled. Spike's hand grazed delicately against Xander's tight hole and Xander willingly spread his legs, allowing a moist finger to slide inside him. How Spike could finger fuck him and bury his face in Anya's sopping cunt was a mastery of timing that eluded Xander. But as Anya began to moan loudly, it was one he was grateful for.
Rating: Hella NC-17
Summary: After adopting a newly souled Spike, Xander reflects on the blessings of "parenthood".
Warning: m/m sex, m/f sex, infantilization and accompanying kinks, roleplayed incest
A/N: Inspired by the fabulous SPN Cunnilingus Fic Community. We so need more PWP these days and I'm insanely jealous of them...Written for
tamingthemuse prompt #79-marigold. As it's lilithbint's prompt, I imagine she'll be pleased at how inspired I was!The cooing and soft suckling noises draw him away from the computer. He's got to get these reviews done by tomorrow and there's still the order to place for the new site. Something like 2 more hours worth of work minimum and that's if he really knuckles down. Which he won't because that would mean missing out on the morning ritual.
Anya's a stickler for routines, even with the new baby. Never let it be said his girl was afraid of a little responsibility. She's finally got him weaned off the bottles, which is nice. Stimulating lactation had taken a bit of work, but it had finally paid off. She hooked up the little feeding tube next to her nipple every night, milk and blood flowing into Spike's eager mouth. He was always hungry at breakfast, staying on the nipple for hours while Anya read or watched television. Sometimes he'd nurse all night, suckling gently while Anya slept.
Xander loved those nights. He wake up and Spike would be drowsy, eyes heavy-lidded and mouth swollen from suckling. He'd kiss tender puffy lips, hearing Spike whimper so sweetly as his Daddy guided his aching mouth down to an equally swollen cock. Spike loved to suck. Morning blowjobs were soft, careful and heartrendingly erotic. Spike's tongue glided luxuriously over his flesh, lapping at his balls until they dripped with saliva. When he finally came, the cum would flood Spike's waiting mouth, dripping down his chin. Cleaning up his messy boy was a tough job, but that's what Daddy's did. It wasn't the taste of his own come that got him so excited. It was the taste of his come on Spike's face.
Xander watched quietly as Anya pulled her breast out from between Spike's eager lips. She ran a careless thumb over the tip of one dark nipple, gathering up the milk that beaded there. He could see her shiver a bit at that fresh stimulation to her sensitive breast. Feeding Spike was one long bout of foreplay for Anya. She found the whole situation incredibly arousing and would often sleep with Spike attached to her breast and Xander deep inside her, waking only long enough to orgasm. Xander had never fucked in his sleep before, but had to admit that Anya was right. It was a timesaver.
"Any left for me?" he asked quietly, as Anya readjusted the blood bags and prepared to continue feeding Spike.
Spike nodded up at him, eyes turning from an icy blue to marigold yellow and back again. He stroked his erection absently, tongue peeking out from between those lush, mobile lips as he slid down the bed. Xander tugged at the string that kept his pajama bottoms up, stepping out them and into bed. He rarely ever wore clothes around the house anymore; none of them did ever since Anya read that skin to skin contact facilitated bonding. Nothing but the best for their little boy she'd proclaimed and Xander heartily agreed.
He detached the feeding tube from her nipple and began to suckle, warm fresh milk filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. Anya whimpered and the soft sounds of suckling redoubled. Spike's hand grazed delicately against Xander's tight hole and Xander willingly spread his legs, allowing a moist finger to slide inside him. How Spike could finger fuck him and bury his face in Anya's sopping cunt was a mastery of timing that eluded Xander. But as Anya began to moan loudly, it was one he was grateful for.