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“Good morning K! You got any eggs for me today?” Little A peeked into K’s dark room, voice hushed but cheerful. He had been dropping by daily since he’d vowed to eat every egg K would lay—the unfertilized ones, anyway. They were delicious. The best eggs he’d ever had in his life. But beyond that, Little A was just happy to have an excuse to see K every day. Without it, K would’ve probably avoided him like the plague. Actually, outside of these daily visits, he was avoiding him like the plague. The thought made Little A sulk.
K stirred from his spot on the bed, curled up in a blanket with his back to the door.
“N-no… I don’t think so.”
K screwed his eyes shut, shifting his hips oh-so-slightly to ease the tingling between his legs, careful not to let Little A notice. It had been a week since their little—ahem—encounter at the barn, and his thoughts hadn’t given him a moment’s peace since. Every day had been a battle with his own mind. Memories of that night surfaced at the worst times. Oh and not only that! His body seemed to have betrayed him as well, especially around Little A.
This is wrong… had been K’s mantra for the past week. He’s A’s nephew, damn it!
Little A walked closer, resting a hand over K’s hip and giving it a little rub. “Are you feeling okay? Have you been having trouble laying again?”
K couldn’t bring himself to face the young manager. His body ached to be touched like before, but the weight of his friendship with A loomed over him. It’s… it’s weird. Right?
“K? Can you please roll over a bit so I can check your tummy?” Little A asked gently. Like he was coaxing a child through a doctor’s check-up.
“I’m fine. Sometimes I skip a day or two. It’s normal.” K grumbled.
“Please? I just want to make sure. I don’t want you ending up like last time.”
K sighed and rolled onto his back, allowing Little A to lift his shirt.
“Ah–“ His stomach tensed as cold fingers brushed his skin. A sharp contrast to the heat pooling lower.
“Oh! Sorry.” Little A pulled back immediately.
K covered his eyes with one arm and squeezed his thighs together. “It’s fine. Just…be quick about it.”
Little A rubbed his hands warm, then pressed a palm to K’s abdomen.
K watched the younger man’s brows furrow in concentration, his touch surprisingly tender. How is this big oaf so…gentle?
“Hm. Doesn’t seem like there’s any eggs stuck in there,” Little A murmured. “So what’s been bothering you, K?”
His hand lingered on K’s belly, rubbing it slightly as if to comfort him. Ha…you’re making it worse, idiot.
“Nothing. You’re overthinking it,” K muttered. “You just dropped by way too early.”
Please believe it. Please believe it. Please believe it.
But Little A’s eyes stayed worried.
“Go! Don’t you have like a shit ton of chores to do? You’re the manager of this farm, you know. Stop wasting time here.” K lectured as he tried to push Little A away.
“Making sure you’re okay is not a waste of time.” Little A pouted as he rose to his feet. “But…sorry for barging in so early. I was just too excited to see you.”
He tugged the blanket back over K and gave his arm a gentle pat. “Get some more rest, okay? Call me if you need anything.”
K nodded, almost childlike under Little A’s warmth.
“You can also call me even if you don’t need anything.” Little A quipped before slipping out, door clicking shut.
K exhaled. Finally.
He’d been tossing and turning all night, fighting the urge to relieve himself. For days, he had drowned himself in chores, trying to smother the weird fluttering in his chest—and his crotch. The other staff members couldn’t believe what they were seeing. K had never worked this hard around the farm before. What could have gotten into him?
I’m horny! Yes, I’m fucking horny, you assholes.
K nearly sobbed. Laying eggs somehow dulled his urges for a while, but he hadn’t laid any since the day before yesterday. He’d managed to tough it out for the past thirty-six hours, but now he was approaching his limit—and Little A’s relentless clinginess was only adding fuel to the fire.
“Mmph–“ K buried his face into the pillow, trying to muffle the moan that slipped out as his hips shifted. Why is it so wet?
He had never really explored his female parts before. It hadn’t been that long since his transformation and having all these extra bits still felt so…unnatural that he preferred not to acknowledge it at all. If not for the eggs he had to lay, maybe he could’ve ignored them forever.
But now? His body wasn’t giving him the option. Every move made his folds rub, slick against each other. Even his male parts twitched in sympathy. Great. Gang up on me, won’t you?
K groaned in frustration. He slung a leg over the pillow, grinding hard enough that his hips bucked. “Mmh…” That sent tingles down his back. Bad idea. His resolve was crumbling by the second. He shifted again, desperate to find a comfortable position, but every move only made things worse. After nearly an hour and countless failed attempts, he was fed up.
Fuck it.
K rolled onto his stomach, grinding against the mattress, slower, deeper.
“Nngh…”
The ache between his legs pulsed harder. K’s attention was clearly misdirected. Still, he tried to fool himself, shifting, pressing, chasing relief that refused to come.
Shit. How do I even do this?
K bit his lip and reached down, parting himself with a finger. His whole body shivered.
“Aahn…” His head thumped back against the pillow.
Why does this feel so good? I can’t… stop.
K pushed off his pants and leaned back against the headboard, legs falling open in surrender. He hesitated for a moment.
This feels too similar to that night at the barn… Fluffy holding him open. Little A’s face buried where his thighs met. The thought burned through him.
“Nnh…ah—“ Wet, shameless sounds spilled from his lips as his fingers mimicked the way Little A’s tongue had moved against him. He squeezed his eyes shut, chasing the ghost of that night.
“Mmhh…Little A…” he huffed, voice breaking as he teetered on the edge.
“Yes?”
K’s eyes flew open. His breath hitched—then lodged in his throat as heat surged up his neck.
At the doorway, Little A stood casually with a plate of pancakes in one hand and a glass of juice in the other, his expression hovering between amusement and something darker. A smirk tugged at his lips, almost playful, but not quite.
“Hungry?”
K squawked as he scrambled to cover himself with the nearest blanket. “Y-you…! Why are you– What are you doing back here?!”
“I thought you might not be feeling well enough to get some food,” Little A said simply, lifting the plate slightly. “So I brought you breakfast.”
K could only stare, wide-eyed, from behind the covers, praying for the ground to gobble him up.
Little A strolled in without hurry, setting the food on the table beside the bed. His movements were deliberate, unhurried—like he was savoring every flicker of panic across K’s face. Then he sat down at the edge of the mattress.
K instantly scooted so far back his bottom dangled over the opposite edge of the bed. “Don’t—don’t sit there! Get out!”
But instead of leaving, Little A leaned in, brushing damp strands of hair off of K’s forehead. His fingers lingered, the pad of his thumb stroking sweat away with maddening gentleness. “K, you should’ve just asked me.”
“WHAT?!” K yelped, the blanket tightening around his body like a shield. “N-No way! Go away! Let me die from embarrassment in peace!” He curled into a ball, face burning hot enough to combust.
Little A tilted his head, resting his cheek against the curve of K’s waist through the blanket. He nudged softly, like he belonged there. “Don’t be like that. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve seen you like this.”
K felt something in his temple twitch. He shoved at Little A’s shoulder with a muffled “Shut up!” before retreating fully under the covers again.
A low chuckle escaped Little A. He let his hand trail down, settling warmly over K’s thigh through the fabric. His thumb traced slow, infuriating circles. “If you don’t let me help, you’re just gonna end up staying this way longer. You don’t want that, do you?”
K bit down on a whine. The worst part? He was right. And since it had already come to this, shouldn’t he just— No. No way. He shouldn’t.
…Except there won’t be a next time.
“K?” Little A tugged gently at the edge of the blanket.
It slipped just enough to reveal K’s flushed face, his lips pressed tight as he muttered, “F-fine. Just this once.”
Little A’s grin broke wide and unrestrained, victory glowing in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around K’s cocooned form and hauled him into his lap, squeezing tight.
“Thank you, K!”
“W-whatever,” K mumbled into the crook of Little A’s neck, refusing to meet his gaze. His ears, however, were scarlet.
Little A laughed softly, “You’re so cute.”
And somewhere, between the smell of syrup and the heat still pulsing off of K’s body, Little A realized: pancakes could wait.
He set K back against the headboard and tugged the blanket away. K immediately curled in on himself, knees clacking together in stubborn defense.
“Shhh…” Little A cooed, gliding his palms up K’s calves. “Don’t worry. We’re not dealing with anything fatal this time. So we’ll take it slow, hm?”
K’s eyes trembled as he watched Little A lean down, planting featherlight kisses along his knees, then lower, down the sensitive insides of his thighs. Each soft smooch sent heat rippling through him, until his legs betrayed him—falling open without much resistance.
Haa…what is this? K bit his lip as Little A’s tongue dragged halfway up his thigh. Why am I reacting like this? I’m a thirty-year-old man, damn it.
“Mmm…” The sound slipped out before K realized what caused it. Little A was right where he ached most, hot breath ghosting over his folds.
Their eyes met. For one dizzy second, K swore he saw a smirk curve those lips—then Little A’s tongue darted out and licked the length of him.
“A-aah!” K’s head flew back. Fuck. We just started and I’m already falling apart.
“Mmnh…Aahn!” Little A’s tongue moved slow, deliberate—licking, kissing, teasing around his folds. Almost too tender, too patient. He avoided the most sensitive spots on purpose, and it drove K insane.
“Little A…please…” K whined, clutching the sheets. “More.”
Little A only smiled, wiping the slick off his nose before tugging K down so he sat at the mattress’ edge. K propped himself back on shaky elbows, watching as Little A knelt between his thighs.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “I wanted to get comfortable so I can do this properly.”
K’s chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven bursts. His thighs tensed, but Little A’s palms anchored him—broad, steady, pressing down over his mound. His thumbs stroked lazy circles across sensitive skin while his lips scattered kisses dangerously close to his clit.
K had never been cared for this way. Not just the spicy, messy attention to his new lady bits—but the way Little A touched him like he was precious. Cherished. It left K dizzy, aching for the luxury to experience this again…and again.
“You’re so cute here, K. So soft.” Little A’s smile curved against his flesh, lips brushing him between every word. “Mmm…you’re dripping so much.”
K flushed even redder, if that was possible. “Stop saying weird thi— Nnngh! <3” His protest shattered into a moan the instant Little A’s tongue slid against his clit.
“Aaah—!” K’s thighs shook violently, hips jerking to meet the rhythm of tongue and fingers. He couldn’t stop himself—grinding shamelessly, chasing every flick, every suck.
“Fuck. Little A, that feels so— mmmh!” His voice cracked as a finger pushed into him, twisting, stretching him open.
Little A didn’t rush. He worked K open carefully, deliberately—one finger, then two, then three, filling him until he panted with half-lidded eyes. Little A shifted up beside him, curling those fingers just right. K gasped and buried his face into Little A’s neck, shoulders tensing as sparks burst through his spine.
“Aaah~ There!” His mewl was high, needy, unrestrained. Each brush against that bundle of nerves stole his breath, left him trembling and grasping for more.
Little A moved like fucking Goldilocks. Not too slow to tease K into frustration, not too fast to push him over the edge too soon. Just right—steady, precise, devastating. (A/N: I'm aware the Goldilocks analogy isn't quite right. But you get the point!)
“Little A… kiss me…” K begged, lips trembling between moans.
Little A answered immediately, catching the sounds in a hungry kiss. Their mouths crushed together, wet and desperate. K clung to him tighter, kissing back like his life depended on it.
The heat between his legs was unbearable now—so strong K swore it was searing through his skin.
“I- I’m so close…” His voice was raw, breaking, as he wrapped his arms around Little A’s neck and rocked his hips to meet every thrust.
Little A pressed the base of his palm hard against K’s clit while curling his fingers deep inside.
“Mmmhhh!!” K cried out as his pussy clenched tight around Little A’s fingers, wetness flooding down his thighs. His cock jerked helplessly, spilling ropes of cum across his skin. It all hit at once—wave after wave, front and back, leaving him wrung out and trembling.
Little A slowed but didn’t stop, coaxing him through it until K’s trembling ebbed. Only then did he ease his fingers free, slick dripping down his hand. He licked them clean with an almost reverent look.
“Amazing, K,” he murmured. “I didn’t even touch the front.”
But K didn’t hear. He was utterly spent, every muscle lax. For the first time in days, sleep came rushing in to claim him. He barely managed to nuzzle weakly into Little A’s chest before his eyes fluttered shut.
Little A smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re so cute.”
He cleaned K gently, tucking him back under the blanket. K immediately curled on his side, small and warm in his cocoon.
Little A lingered at the bedside, drinking in the sight of him, before bending to press one last kiss on his shoulder. Only then did he slip out of the room—still burning, still hungry—to deal with himself in the bathroom.