[Regifortis]

Tobias started to wonder if he would have an orgasm for every whelp and egg in his belly at this rate. His treasured King was deliriously in love with giving him constant pleasure, and Tobias was well aware that he was spoiled beyond recognition. But he was also in love with pleasing his mate...he liked taking something and giving something in return. It was true in the forest. It's still true in the caves.

He softly stroked Darius' neck as milk was sucked out and replenished and sucked out again. Every sound of swallowing from his treasured was visceral and resonant, sending shivers down his spine. He had to make a good choice for how to return the loving and flesh-hungry attention he was getting. Perhaps...perhaps less was more here.

With every suck his King made to drink from him, Tobias rocked his heavy body into him just a bit. Closer to his mouth. When he drank, he pulled away. He made sure his husband could feel his extravagantly fattened and gravid body shaking and squishing against him every time milk was drawn. He could feel his muscles working to move all of him; careful not to undo the rebuilding from the workout earlier, he urged his King to suck more slowly and generously before drinking larger and sweeter portions of the milk meant for dragons' children.