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Mirai is irritated.. and that happens on a very rare occasion, but since his pregnancy the mood swings hasn’t really been that rare.
They found out about his pregnancy in the middle of a mission, and now Zoffy had insisted on them boarding a plane to the next mission location since the ever reliable Space Garrison Commander doesn’t want Mebius to strain himself.
Which is fucking ridiculous. Who did he think Mebius is? He knows how to take care of himself. He’s 30, 000 year old for Ken’s sake. Zoffy was thriving and giving out motivational speech at his age, but he can’t fly to another country? Madness.
Taro, who was in his human body, aka Kotaro, noticed Mebius’ (Mirai’s) obvious irritation over this. Mirai probably couldn’t tell, but it’s written all over his face. The kid never had the best poker face.. even if he tried to. It just doesn’t work on him.
Kotaro and Mirai are currently located in the business class couple seat, which is in the middle, and if Kotaro were to try anything funny, it would certainly draw some attention. And so, the older moves on to his Plan B, which is ;
Fool around anyways.
No one could pay Kotaro to not pay attention to his husband at the moment. Ever since he found out about Mirai’s pregnancy like— a few hours ago, he has not been able to let go of the fact. To the point where he actually earned a place to be at the receiving end of Mirai’s rare anger.
Let’s talk about what even got him there.
First off, Kotaro has been touching Mirai’s barely visible baby bump non-stop. There was no breaks in between those touchings which limited Mirai’s ability to do basically anything, and that’s why he got mad. Second of all, Kotaro has been nagging the hell out of the younger one, and Mirai is sensitive. Especially about his food. Especially about his cravings.
It’s still early in the pregnancy and they’re both awfully stubborn about Mirai’s dietary. Kotaro wanted him to eat more healthily while Mirai is shrugging off the older’s concern because ;
1. He’s not human.
2. This baby is an Ultra.
3. The baby probably won’t be affected.
4. Taro is being an asshole.
Mirai probably had more valid points than Kotaro, but he’s a worrywart. Maybe because it’s their first child together so go ahead and sue him because he can’t even stop the anxiety consuming him.
The need to see both Mirai and the baby safe, protected and healthy are strong, and he could only hope the younger would understand his point of view. He should try to understand Mirai’s side too eventually, but shit. They’re going into another field mission after this and Kotaro is just—
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he realized that Mirai has been tugging at his shirt for the past five minutes or so, and the younger looks like he’s going to have a meltdown.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? You hurt?”
The Head Instructor asks, his voice calm and soothing as he gently tucks Mirai’s long hair behind his ear. The younger seems a bit restless, but Kotaro couldn’t pinpoint out the reason.
Yet.
Mirai’s face turned beet red as he fiddles with his beloved Instructor’s shirt’s sleeve. Kotaro watches as his husband eyes wander around everywhere but his face, and how he seems nervous and shy about something.
“It’s okay. You can tell me.” The Head Instructor gently reassures as he kept on playing with his husband’s long hair which they kept in a simple half up and half down style. Mirai liked how it looked, and honestly? Kotaro enjoys looking at his husband anyway. No matter how he looked.
He’s always been perfect. Too perfect.
Taro will keep him safe. Safe. Safe from threats. Safe from attacks. Safe from everyone.
Taro wants to keep him away from everyone but himself.
And that’s bad. He should fix this issue. Soon or maybe never.
Mirai didn’t answer him.
Well, while Kotaro is busy thinking about keeping the younger locked away in a cage only he could unlock (phrased poorly).. Mirai has a problem. He is.. wet. Not in the watersports kind of way, but just— he is sexually needy, and needs his husband to obliterate his cunt, but they’re in the middle of an airplane, in business class, in the middle row, in the MIDDLE of everything! So maybe, just maybe, asking Kotaro to assist him with his problem is a really really really bad idea, since Mirai is almost 110% sure that Kotaro would indulge in his needs.
He has been frustrated since the beginning of this plane thing. Getting the tickets, boarding the plane, and having to wear seatbelts for the first 30 minutes of the flight, WHICH was spend wearing this stupid seatbelt because the pilot was taking forever to take flight. And Mirai had to pee. It was bad. Kotaro had to endure a very fidgety and cranky Mirai for half an hour, and man.. Never again. No more drinking before a flight (he gave into Mirai’s puppy eyes for a bottle of cold water).
Anyway, like he previously stated ; He’s pretty sure if he asked for Kotaro’s help, he will be indulged thoroughly.
And there will be no backing out.
And so, he slowly retreats back to his seat (read ; leaned back and hope for the best), leaving Kotaro all confused and looking like a lost puppy.
Mirai didn’t look back at his husband, no. He can’t look at that face at all, or else he’ll fold like a lawn chair at the temptation. The temptation is his husband’s face that he wished he could sit on, but no. No. No. Zoffy insisted on them taking the plane, so now they will have to wait four excruciating hours before Mirai could propose ho and steamy sex. Great.
Go to hell, Zoffy.
Maybe not that. That’s too much. Maybe demoted.
No, that’s actually hell for Zoffy.
.. let’s stick to it being metaphorical.
It has been two hours into the flight, and.. honestly, anyone with two working eyes could see— shit, maybe sense Mirai’s frustration and restlessness at this point.
“Honey..”
Kotaro calls out gently as he touches his husband’s hand. He could see how the younger tensed at his touch.
“I’m fine.” Mirai tried to reassure, although it’s much less convincing with his tone and expression. The younger tried to pull his hand away, but Kotaro wouldn’t let him, tightening his grip on his young husband’s hand with a stern look on his face.
“No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me.” Kotaro’s tone was authoritative, done with taking the younger’s bullshit, his own hand tracing over Mirai’s and squeezing it once in a while. Hard. Once. Twice. He keep a firm grip on it. Kotaro is annoyed.
And honestly? Mirai finds that.. hot. He had to close his legs before his husband could see what kind of wonders his voice and behavior does to Mirai’s body.
Too late, though.
Kotaro saw it. Saw how his husband’s pants is getting wet. His crotch area getting covered in slick at a rapid pace that would have even Usain Bolt in shame by how fast it’s spreading.
Fuck.
“I’m..” Mirai tried to defend himself, maybe make up an excuse before Kotaro could decide on his next course of action, but of course it’ll never be that easy.
Because, before Mirai could even come up with some lie, the older had already pull him closer, immediately biting at Mirai’s skin like a wild animal, licking and nibbling as the younger whimpers and squirmed in his arms, trying to get away.
Not that it will happen any time soon.
Their seats had been turned into beds a while ago, since Kotaro wanted Mirai to be comfortable with the pregnancy and all. Now? Now these seats are just going to be used for ‘husbands’ bonding time’, thank you very much.
“Kotaro..!” Mirai whispered-yelled as the older’s hands started going under his clothes, caressing the younger’s body like he’s some kind of deity who’s pregnant. Why did Mirai include the fact that he’s pregnant? Because his husband is kissing his stomach up and down, left and right and right in the middle for good luck, AND to further annoy Mirai. Not his intention for sure, but that’s probably how Mirai sees it right now.
“There are people around, please—” Kotaro pressed a kiss to shut his husband up, biting and barely fighting for dominance in the kiss. Mirai is a submissive, and that has been his nature for a long while.
When Kotaro first met Mirai, it was as Ultramen.
As Taro and as Mebius.
Mebius was around 6500 or something near that age when they first met, and he was bright. Bright like the sun, always trying to stay optimistic to the point where it sparked concerns in the Ultra Brothers, and even Taro’s parents about the idea of sending him down to Earth to protect it. Taro fought tooth and nails for Mebius to be able to go down to Earth, and yet, he was the one who came down to drag him home when the danger gets too much.
Which kind of hurt Mebius’ feelings, or so he told Taro when they arrived back on Land of Light. Mebius said it felt like sitting in the Ultra Brothers’ meeting room all over again, being pitied, belittled and doubted. It wasn’t their intention to do that. No one would ever want to hurt the young Ultra’s feelings, he deserved the world, but things were said and feelings were hurt.
They just don’t know it.
They read it off as concern and worry, not looking down at Mebius’ rookie skills. Not at all.
Mebius didn’t bother bringing it up after.
His feelings stayed hurt, but peace will always be Mebius’ choice, yes?
It’s been 20, 000+ years since then, and Mebius loves to tell Taro he had time to heal from those comments, but Taro could see him doubting himself during critical moments and only acting out once he had shut down those negative thoughts.
They need to talk.
Well, later. Right now Kotaro has other businesses to attend to.
Such as pleasing his dearest needy husband.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” He whispers soothingly, moving Mirai’s body into a comfortable position and using his Ultra’s power to create a sound barrier, annnnd there goes his patience and dignity.
“Can I?”
“Please.” Mirai’s voice came out shaky and whiny, and that only fuels Kotaro’s sex drive to a different level.
The older wasted no time lifting up his husband’s shirt and begin to suck on one of the nipples, which earns him a soft moan from the man beneath him.
He flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud, sucking earnestly until he tasted something sweet out of nowhere. He had to pause his ministrations to take a look at what’s offending (or not) his mouth.
And fuck. There it was. Mirai is lactating. Kotaro watches as the milk continue to drip out of his husband’s nipple in a small amount, but still, continuously. It’s not stopping.
“Are you going to let this go to waste?” the younger teases, touching his own sensitive bud that was bitten by Kotaro, pinching it in between two fingers as more of the liquid comes out.
“Are you?” another provocation, not that Kotaro needed it. He was planning on running the milk factory dry by the end of this flight anyway (sorry, baby).
“Nope. Lie down.” He popped the ‘p’ in the nope, and watches as his husband slowly obeys his command. Mirai’s stomach seems bigger in his human form rather than his Ultra’s. Ultras’ pregnancy tend to last longer, and is hardly noticeable even in the fifth to sixth months, but in the human body, it seems to be more obvious than usual. So now, his husband looks like a penguin trying to move with a pebble between its legs.
Cute. But Kotaro can’t say that out loud or else.
Or else, he’ll be facing the wrath of a hormonal pregnant penguin, and honestly? He’s good off that.
Once his husband is comfortably settled into the bed, well, as much as he could be, Kotaro wasted no time with climbing up on top of his husband’s body, pressing his own abdomen against Mirai’s pregnant one.
“Gonna suck you dry. Gonna make you feel so good. You’re gonna be so loud, the barrier wouldn’t do two shits.”
“Fuck, please.. Kotaro, need you, honey. Please.” Mirai pleaded, his body writhing with need.
“Shh, I know, sweetheart. I’ll help.” He immediately went back to sucking on the nipple, the liquid flowing out smoothly into his mouth as he sucks and knead at Mirai’s chest.
It tastes sweet. Sweeter than anything he has ever had. Yikes, this baby is gonna be super spoiled with this Michelin star milk. Kotaro is almost jealous.
“Good?”
Mirai responds with a groan, grabbing the older’s head and pushing it against his chest. He needed more.
Kotaro takes that as a yes and continues on with his work. He sucked, licked, bit and flicked his tongue against Mirai’s sensitive buds until both of them run dry. It was fucking amazing. Tastes like everything a man could ever dream of. He feels sated and full just from it. He probably won’t need that airplane meal after this.
Mirai is the only meal he’ll need.
He leaned back for a moment, admiring his work as Mirai lies there, panting and looking a mess.
“Tell me, hon. Is a dick too much on a flying piece of metal?”
“.. too much.”
“Noted. C’mon, we’ll do something easier.” The older easily undo his husband’s pants, pulling it down and assessing the wet spot on his husband’s boxers. Slick.. it smelled so damn sweet. Smells so much like something he’d love to eat out right now.
“Well, are you on the table as a meal today?”
Mirai looked less than impressed at the joke.
“I’m seeing the reason as to why Taiga told me to to talk about toning down the dad jokes with you.”
“The kid’s no fun. Well, back to the important stuff, are you on the menu?”
“Fortunately for you, I am, cornball.”
“Heeyyy..” Kotaro feigned hurt, but there was a smile on his face.
“Can’t believe you’re doing this with all these people around.”
“They can watch.” The Head Instructor simply said as he tug his husband’s boxers down, revealing his glistening cunt, covered in slick and precum.
Fuck.
“Mmm.. fuck, ah.” A moan escaped Mirai as he watch his husband’s pants become more and more tight until a bulge was visible. It was.. big. So big. The regret of saying ‘no’ to that is slowly setting in, but before he could ponder more on that thought, Kotaro had already gone back to work.
He’s always working on his dearest husband for some reason.
Pervert.
“You look so pretty like this. Look at your cunt. Just wet, fat and greedy for my fingers, isn’t it? You want my mouth on your folds, sweetheart? Want to come while I’m eating you out?”
“Ahh.. fuck, mm, yes! Yes, please, please. Need you inside. Want to come in your mouth, please.”
Mirai begs so prettily. The whines and whimpers always get Kotaro worked up. He sounds like an angel whispering into his ears whenever he begs.
Kotaro loves when Mirai talks. Helps him get off.
And Mirai is just sooooo loud, which makes his life a lot easier.
“Open your legs for me, baby.”
He watches as Mirai parts his legs, admiring his husband’s thick thighs, and fat and wet cunt. Perfect.
He inserted two fingers into the younger’s mouth ;
“Suck, baby.” Mirai obeys immediately, sucking diligently on his partner’s fingers like a good husband. The Head Instructor added another finger and watch Mirai skillfully coat his digits in his own saliva.
Kotaro felt his dick twitch at the sight, and his pants getting uncomfortably tight.
He groaned and unzipped his own pants and lower down his boxers, just enough to let his own hard on breathe.
Mirai whimpers at the sight, more slick gushing out his already wet and needy cunt.
“Fucking slut.” Kotaro spat before slapping Mirai’s cunt— not enough to hurt, but just enough to feel the sting.
Mirai hissed at the feeling, almost biting on Kotaro’s fingers, but he was also turned on. He doesn’t seem the type at first, but he does enjoy Kotaro being rough. It feels good, amazing even.
It makes his husband, the Head Instructor of The Intergalactic Defense Force, a lot hotter. Being stern not only with his students, but with him.
What a freak.
The older eventually pulls out his fingers, leaving Mirai feeling empty and needy before inserting a finger into Mirai’s waiting cunt.
It was warm, tight and fuck— it felt plush. Mirai really have one of the best cunts the world could ever ask for at this point.
“You’re so tight, sweetheart. Feels so good around my fingers.” He praises as he inserted another two and basically massage his husband’s soft walls, trying to loosen him enough for his tongue.
“Mmmgh.. ah, ah, fuck.. m— more. Deeper.. Taro..” Mirai whines as Kotaro presses deeper, trying to find his sweet spot, annnnnnd.. he rubs against something that sends Mirai’s hips arching, body shaking from pleasure.
“Good?” Kotaro’s voice were full of mischief as Mirai struggles to even utter a word.
That’s the goal for today.
To turn Mirai into a mindless doll by the amazing sex.
“Ah, ah, fuck.. Taro— mmm, feels good. Ah..”
And Kotaro is pretty sure he’s almost there. Didn’t even need to use his mouth.
He continues to massage Mirai’s insides for another minute before pulling out his fingers from the throbbing wet cunt, and just licking his fingers.
“Want some, baby?” Kotaro offers generously as his husband nodded his head absent-mindedly.
“Good boy.” He popped his fingers into his husband’s mouth, who again, sucks his digits diligently like a good husband that he is.
“Does that taste good?”
Another nod.
“Ah-ah, use your words, baby. I need to hear you.”
The younger made a small noise resembling a whine before finally uttering a word.
“Yes.. yes. It tastes g— good.” The younger stuttered out, and Kotaro hums in approval. He removes the digits from his husband’s mouth and back off a little, positioning himself in between Mirai’s legs, gently nibbling on his thighs before going for the main dish of today’s menu.
Kotaro spend at least 10 minutes harassing Mirai’s thighs, biting hard enough for hickeys to develop.
And then he moves on to the main reason as to why he’s here, on his stomach, in between his husband’s legs like some kind of dog— to eat him out.
“Is it too much to ask you to sit on my face now?”
“The barrier is soundproof, not foolproof.”
“Should’ve gone first class then.”
The Head Instructor made the brief comment before diving straight into Mirai’s wet folds.
He started exploring it like some cave diver. The only difference being he loves what he’s doing and he’s surviving this event with a happy family, unlike some of those divers.
Anyways. He begin with tonguing the insides, tasting his husband’s slick and humming like it was one of the most joyful experience he has ever had.
Mirai, on the other hand, can feel his toes curling at the action, barely able to stay still as he drives his hips up to meet Kotaro’s mouth.
Kotaro continues to lick the essence like a dehydrated man in the middle of a desert. It tastes like the sweetest thing (maybe a close second to the milk) he’s ever had since he was born into this world.
He reaches out to hold Mirai’s hand with Mirai struggling to search for his, and once they did find each other’s hands, they held it tight.
Mirai’s hand were shaky, and Kotaro would caress the younger’s hand, slowly running his finger against the back of the younger’s hand to soothe him as he fasten his pace.
Eventually, after a short while, Kotaro could feel Mirai’s body tensing up.
“Close?” the older could barely speak with his mouth full of.. well, stuff.
“Mmph..”
“Honey.” He taps on the back of his husband’s hand for another response.
“Yes, fuck— close. So close. Nngh..”
Kotaro took that as a sign to keep a steady pace until Mirai comes.
And he did come.. with a side of squirting.
“Oh, whoa, hon.” Kotaro chuckles as he swallowed most of the liquid.
“’m sorry.” The younger quickly apologizes, trying to sit up and clean, but Kotaro pushes him back down.
“Hey, it’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re good. Let me clean us up, okay? Just rest.” The older gently reassures as he help Mirai get comfortable on the bed, kissing his forehead.
“Did so well for me. You were so good.”
“.. really?”
Kotaro smiles. Mirai always needed that extra reassurance.
“Yeah. You did amazing.”
Mirai went silent for a while as he looks down, and Kotaro follows his gaze. Oh. Oh.
That’s funny.
This is embarrassing.
Humiliating even.
Kotaro didn’t even get blue balled, he came without realizing, and his pants are soiled.
How did this happen?
“.. you think the stewardess will kill us if we ask for help?”
“I’d kill you first.”
“Fair enough.”