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Madara hissed and pulled the folds of his shirt further apart. He had stolen it from Hashirama because it was almost large enough to cover his swollen belly and the age of it made it soft and comfortable to wear around the house. It wasn't soft enough for his sore nipples but almost nothing was.
"Hashirama!" Madara shouted.
Madara's annoyance was soothed when his husband quickly answered his call.
"Madara? What's wrong?" Hashirama asked. He paused when he saw the way Madara's shirt had been wrenched aside and a smile lit up his face.
"Don't look at me like that," Madara snapped.
"How else should I look at you?" Hashirama returned teasingly. He sat down next to Madara and lowered his head to lick gently at one of Madara's nipples.
Madara's hand came up to hold Hashirama's head against his chest even though though he didn't really need the encouragement. Hashirama's tongue was soothing and warm as he licked in slow circles until Madara's nipple released a spurt of milk.
Madara relaxed as Hashirama settled in to suck the milk from his aching chest. Hashirama had gotten unfairly good at it. He sucked in long and smooth pulls that unwound the tightness in Madara's back like he was directly drinking Madara's aches and pains.
Hashirama stroked his hand over Madara's belly and the baby kicked back in response. Madara felt Hashirama's responding smile and pushed Hashirama's head harder into his chest. He could coo about the baby after taking care of Madara's problem.
Hashirama switched to Madara's other nipple when the first ran dry. It took far less encouragement for his milk to begin flowing after Hashirama had primed his body to expect a long feeding session. Their baby was going to get fat off of all the milk Madara's body was being conditioned to make for a fully grown adult.