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The halls of Daehakgyo university's Department of Medicine are abuzz and the busiest it has ever been in years. Apparently, a professor for the newest course it has to offer ー Carrier Reproductive and Sexual Health ー is starting today. The novel subject has been one of the revisions in the new curriculum that the university has been trying to implement for years. In the last decade or so, the specific field has only been taught on post-grad medical studies as an elective and in seminars that full-fledged doctors can attend optionally . But due to the recent reforms, more and more male carriers can and have now been seeking the medical attention that initially others have only the right to. And so, it's been made mandatory to attend and pass this class.

Many medical students have been wondering about the identity of this person starting their tenure in one of the country's top university. Rumor has it that before he went on to start a career as a highly-praised and admired surgeon, he was once an alumnus of the same department that presented ground-breaking work in the course he will be teaching. Everyone’s interest was piqued by the unverified information they’d heard somewhere along the walls of the buildings. So it wasn’t surprising that the students, though deprived of sleep and running high from caffeine, are flocking to sit at the almost filled lecture hall for their 10 AM class.

It was the typical classroom atmosphere ー noisy . Some were muttering under their breaths reviewing their notes about a possible pop quiz in their next classes; some were passed out asleep; some were consoling their friends that probably flunked a test in a previous class. Everybody had something to do and something to say that it caught them off-guard when the door loudly opened. A tall man ー probably in his early to mid-40s ー walked in and straight away started setting up his laptop and projecting his presentation to the class without a word. The overall atmosphere shifted to a soundless one that even a pin drop could be heard. But the interest and curiosity of the students have not abated even just a little. Oh, it definitely heightened with some craning their heads to catch a glimpse of the professor’s face.

Wonder and recognition echoed from the 4 walls of the room when the professor turned around; but before these students could even register their thoughts. The 43-year old professor clasped his fairly sizable palms together as he scanned entire rows of students who were starting to get visibly nervous for what they knew was about to come.

Recitation .

“Can anybody tell me what is presented on screen, please?” 

Silence only follows. 

Until a brave hand is raised by a person at the back. The professor looks expectantly with a hand in his pocket.

"It is a diagram of the male carrier anatomy, sir," said the black-haired student, clearly wondering whether the man before them is who he thinks he is.

"Very well. And what made you think it is?" He followed up. The man had a very deep voice that resonated across the four walls of the lecture hall. Although he seemed like the cool and laidback type, the man exuded a natural intelligence and genius that made him appear intimidating yet charming . One would be careful not to act like a halfwit around him.

The student gulped before answering, "Well, uh– it's because of the presence of a womb along with a male external genitalia."

"Thank you for answering, Mr…" The professor trails and peeked at the pinned ID on the student's left breast pocket, "Lee."

He smiled and almost made the ones on the front row swoon when his dimples made themselves known. He was simply handsome .

"Now class, if I were to ask all of you many years ago, would you have believed in such an existence – one that merges two distinct characteristics together?"

Students shake their heads, saying no. Male carriers were simply too rare and many were just too unsure of something so unfamiliar. Even now, it was still a growing field of medicine since its establishment at least a decade and a half ago. However, people have already encountered at least one in their life; they simply just don't know because their appearances are like any other ordinary person.

The next slide transitions as the professor push a button on his presentation clicker. A beautiful garden is presented on screen and the tall man saunters toward his desk, leaning against it.

"Which one of you knows the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?" He asks.

Almost everyone in the room raised their hands.

"Which one of you believes it exists?"

Fewer hands remained raised. The professor adjusted the glasses carefully on his nose before scanning the room and pointing to a student on the second row. "May I ask why ?" 

"Although its existence is still a dispute among historians because no solid evidence was retrieved, I don't think these gardens would ever be written in texts of Romans if it hadn't existed in some form or another." The professor seemed satisfied and impressed with the answer as a small smile bloomed on his face.

"That is a good point." He said and officially started his discussion.

When King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon had the gardens built as a present to appease the loneliness grappling the heart of his wife, Amytis, he could’ve never known it would be one of the feats of his time that would hold the wonder of contemporary historians. One can say that the remarkable water engineering in maintaining a variety of shrubs, trees, and vines raised from the ground and grown on multileveled stone terraces is the sole reason how it captured the marvel of many. In another perspective, some would say that the mystery of whether it truly existed as an actual structure or simply words strung together into a legend ー a poetic creation if you will ー might've contributed. ‘Til now it is the only one of the Seven Wonders with its location not definitively established. 

"But what is the connection between these so-called fabled gardens to the matter of today's lecture?" The man asks the students in front of him. He clicks his presentation pointer and the next slide reveals a very old picture of soldiers during the civil war.

Similar to the Hanging Gardens, the existence of male carriers has been a long debate among the scientific community. A tale told with uncertainty, no proof of its existence and origin ー an urban myth that holds the fascination of many. It wasn’t until the first documented appearance of one had the question of how added to the initial what . 

"What are they? How did they come to be?" The man's voice booms inside the four corners of the lecture hall. No one dared to raise their hand and answer, too immersed and hanging onto every word of the man talking before them. 

Grimaces painted the faces of the students when the slide transitions to a picture of a cadaver. The man almost chuckles at the irony. Aspiring medical professionals yet their stomachs turn at the sight of a dead body. To be fair though, it already had started to decay.

The male found was a half-rotting corpse, unsalvageable for experimentation with necrosis already settling on his tissues, but unique characteristics clearly point to a wider pelvis and extra structures that are “not supposed to be in a male”. There has been a proposed theory that the male corpse found had the ability to become pregnant. This baffled many and has led to a search for answers – the government. 

 

Sources from the documents released say that the first-ever male carrier has been unethically “made” in a laboratory sometime around the civil war where the original intent was to enhance male soldiers to fight against the opponent. The Red Force was a secret organization known to provide material and medical services to the nation that benefitted them the most; along with this was the initiative of soldier enhancement that was jumpstarted at the beginning of the conflict between the warring states. From what scientists can make out of the little information they could salvage in the bombed facilities and the “declassified” government documents they were able to miraculously acquire, the initial experiment failed and created a hybrid that resides along the lines of "a fertile and breedable male”. The original proponent of what they called the “Altered Soldier Scheme” (abbreviated as A.S.S.) had discontinued the program since they were the exact opposite of what the main researchers had hoped. 

 

"Quite a name, isn't it? Almost as if there's a joke hidden somewhere." The laughter of students was resounding in the big hall. The tall man had the ghost of a smile on his face as he readjusts the glasses perched on his high nose bridge. His face turned grim as he moved onto the next slide showing pictures of soldiers strapped to examination chairs.

The professor continues with his discussion.

Most of these soldiers died during the testing process. While those who survived, weak from all of the changes occurring in their body, were immediately sent back to the trenches. The remaining research subjects were treated as collateral damages of the war either dying fighting for their lives on the frontlines or being used by other soldiers for nonconsensual comfort . Of course, the aftermath of the failed program was kept under wraps by the ones responsible and the event was just as good as the rumored Area 51.

The professor paced across the room, holding all of the attention from his students wherever he went. 

However rare they may be, male carriers definitely still exist today as proven by the first documented case years after the war. None of them are born knowing they are one unless they start producing copious slick during their first cycles or get unknowingly knocked up as reported in late bloomers. For the longest time since the confirmation of their existence, these carriers were treated as freaks, something lowly, and something beneath "normal" humans because of their blurry nature and the single-mindedness of the majority that only women should carry children while men are there to provide . The general denial of the government responsible for their genetically engineered nature, the stigma of a conservative society against these individuals, and overall distrust in experimentation might've been the reason why no one has come forward yet to participate in studies.

On-screen, a comparison of two karyograms was shown, presenting images of a normal and an enhanced individual’s chromosomes.

Although the exact mechanism was still unknown, it has been postulated from whatever information left from the facilities that genes in several loci of both X and Y chromosomes have mutated into genes that can encode the different proteins that would soon make up internal female reproductive structures while still maintaining seemingly nonfunctional male reproductive structures. This means that carriers possess everything that makes it possible for a woman to get pregnant but they can get neither a woman nor another male carrier pregnant. The reason was never found in the burned pages and corrupted files retrieved from the Red Force facilities. 

 

It wasn't until a graduating medical student by the name of Park Chanyeol in the early 2030s released a comprehensive case report on the male carrier anatomy from a willing participant. The discoveries presented had laid the foundation in the understanding of their anatomy along with the removal of the stigma around them. The revised paper was published to the public and forced top officials in the government to reveal their skeletons in the closet and the Red Force's atrocities committed during the war. 

 

The professor stops in his tracks; a smile clearly wanting to creep on his face as if he knew the event all too well. "Ah, I've been blabbering too much. I haven't even introduced myself. Where are my manners?"

A click is heard and the screen finally reveals what the students have been pondering about since the session started. "Good morning, class. I am Park Chanyeol, your new professor."

Chanyeol had been doing this for years – in lectures, seminars, conferences – but he still can’t get used to the gasps that come after he introduces himself. The man was the first and the youngest to be awarded the highest distinction for medicine in the country. The Nobel Prize awardee never disclosed the name of the subject but it was rumored to be his long-term partner at the time, now spouse, Byun Baekhyun.

Chanyeol spots him sitting at the very back of the hall, smiling as he listens. Though he was wearing a large, long-sleeved, white shirt and blended in with the students who were wearing their white uniforms, he was hard to miss. Not with that gaze. Baekhyun has already seen him discuss this matter a thousand times but the look of fascination – and sensuality if one would squint – never flickered. The carrier regretted that he couldn't come to see him when Chanyeol first presented his findings at the very same room in the very same university donning the same clothes that these students are wearing. He had always loved how Chanyeol got “into the zone”. So clever, so capable. Baekhyun had to know what it was like even if it was several years late. 

"In my initial case report – when I was a student like you, there were only 4 key points…"

1. The male carrier self-lubricates. He releases a fluid (referred to as "slick") that bears similar characteristics and functions as the pre-ejaculate of a man only that it is released in both his genitals and anus.

2. The male carrier still releases semen – more colloquially referred to as "cum" – when he orgasms but lacks sperm cells important for fertilization. They also simultaneously release slick that can have degrees of viscosity depending on the duration of their arousal.

3. The male carrier does not have monthly menstrual cycles but instead has days of debilitating arousal every 2 months where a thick, viscous slick is continuously secreted. The period can only be broken through several equally intense orgasms that will lessen the viscosity of slick to permit constant flow.

4. The male carrier's penis is significantly below average. He possesses a womb, a cervix, ovaries, fallopian tubes, and a tight passage canal separate from the rectal canal where stool passes. Both are connected together through the anal canal. A small, movable lid-like structure that opens to the rectal canal during defecation and opens to the acting birth canal by default is also present to prevent the entry of the male genital and associated fluids into the digestive tract.

"Since then, a revision has been made after further examination of the patient. A 5th one was added."

5. The male carrier has some fat to his breasts which was initially believed to be unequipped for lactation but was later confirmed to grow to an adequate size for the nursing of future offspring.

Chanyeol smiled fondly when he noticed his husband rubbing the belly that he loved to kiss every morning. A 3rd baby is on the way but he is still just as enthralled as the day he met him.

***

When Chanyeol first met Baekhyun, he was completely taken and enamored by the latter. The two met at a daycare playground. 

Chanyeol playing alone by the spinning wheel took the interest of the droopy-eyed kid stationed by the sandbox surrounded by a bunch of kids wanting his attention. Baekhyun, being the social butterfly, approached the chubby kid with glasses that seemed to be in a world of his own. He sat beside him on the spinning wheel and revealed what Chanyeol would recall as "the prettiest smile he's ever seen" despite two upper front teeth missing. That day, the chubby kid didn’t question at all that Baekhyun had two fathers but Chanyeol was a bit deflated when they came to pick up his new and possibly the first playmate too soon. The pretty kid was a chatterbox and Chanyeol was just quiet – too quiet because he was busily deciphering why his chest started to tighten gradually while Baekhyun talked about the cartoons he liked.

When Chanyeol first knew he was in love with Baekhyun, it wasn't exactly as dramatic as the things they portrayed in the movies.

There were no fireworks in the background, no crowd of people cheering, and certainly, no cheesy one-liners uttered by the protagonists. Chanyeol simply realized he loves Baekhyun on one school day. It dawned on him in ways that made him feel the increasing weight yet the floaty feeling of a first love. It was comfortable silence surrounding them as their shoulders brushed while walking towards the station; the next was music blasting on the earphones shared between two equally big ears on the train back home; and the last, in the form of the lanky boy's dark, teenage bedroom illuminated by the nightlight gifted by his best friend that Chanyeol realized why the hammering of his chest he welcomed long ago occurred with just the thoughts of a certain boy whose cheeks appear glazed when smiling. Chanyeol turned to his side, looking at the Iron Man pillow Baekhyun loved so much. He buried his nose and slept smelling the scent of Baekhyun's hair.

When Chanyeol first discovered Baekhyun's ability, he didn't behave exactly as the older boy expected him to.

Instead of the disgust he dreaded, Chanyeol hugged him even tighter and wiped his tear-stricken face for him. The smaller male decided that day to explain to the person he liked the most why he always disappears on certain days every month after turning a certain age. He came into it already expecting all kinds of degrading names, but what Baekhyun got was a reassuring: " It's gonna take a lot more than that to make me change my mind about you, Hyun ." The relief he felt was immeasurable. It's not every day you tell your best friend that you're a living product of a failed science experiment that happened years ago – one that people saw as unnatural and should never exist.

When graduating med student Chanyeol first asked Baekhyun's permission about participating in his final case report, he was fully expecting a flat-out rejection.

There was no harm in trying , Chanyeol thought. But he knew that he had to respect his partner's decision because, at the end of the day, it's his choice. And there wasn't an easy answer in the first place considering Baekhyun's circumstances. They were lucky enough that his folks were fully-accepting and open-minded but revealing his boyfriend's medical information was another thing. So when Baekhyun agreed, there was relief that only lasted for seconds before it was replaced by a heaviness when Chanyeol realized the gravity of the situation. Baekhyun's safety was his top priority so the medical student decided that his identity will never be disclosed.

When Chanyeol first started writing his report, he had already anticipated that research would be tedious and time-consuming. He didn't consider, however, the uniqueness of the situation – that unconventional circumstances call for unconventional methods.

The first point

The male carrier self-lubricates. He releases a fluid (referred to as "slick") that bears similar characteristics and functions as the pre-ejaculate of a man only that it is released in both his genitals and anus.

Baekhyun wasn't unfamiliar with a laboratory. In fact, he frequented them during his Bachelor's studies due to the nature of his chosen major. The male carrier was a cosmetic science student who aspired to have his own perfumery – a dream that he later on achieved with his own efforts along with the support he received from Chanyeol's family. The Parks were not only kind but also affluent and generous. It truly manifests in how they brought up Chanyeol into a sweetheart who knows how to please in every way he can. 

But this laboratory was quite different. The setting was as clinical as it could be. The walls were white and the faint smell of antiseptic was present. This place is an extension of the house the both of them have dreamed of and saved for. The medical student has renovated it into his own laboratory, complete with the equipment he needed to execute his examination of the carrier. 

Baekhyun enters the large room in his white robe and spots an examination bed at the center. He feels nervous and tingly all over. This wasn't the first time Chanyeol would see his body; Baekhyun isn't a virgin by all means but it is the first time he'll be under extensive scrutiny for other things. The carrier has never handled Chanyeol's gaze that well. It would always, always have some effect on him. Luckily, it might've been precisely what the med student is aiming for today.

Chanyeol is sitting in front of the examination table on a stool, busy scribbling away. Baekhyun admires his boyfriend's side profile as he approaches him. He has always liked this side of the to-be doctor. Serious, curious, and so, so passionate about his field. He had been with him for many years and always volunteered to be his practice patient whenever Chanyeol needed some reviewing nights before scheduled practical exams – even before the lad entered med school. 

The sound of lead scratching on paper had stopped when Chanyeol noticed – or rather smelled – his presence. He wore an endearing smile as citrus and honey permeated his nostrils.

"Something new?" He gave Baekhyun a handsome grin when asked. The latter couldn't help but feel shy by just how attentive his lover is. It was a new scent that he was playing with; Baekhyun had only altered a few elements of the perfume he usually wore but Chanyeol was already aware before he could even ask if he noticed something different.

Baekhyun nods as a response, inhaling the scent he applied to his neck earlier. His hands fiddled with the knot of the robe he was wearing, unsure of what to do next.

"Come here, love. Don't be nervous." Chanyeol beckons him by his side with a hand extending towards the carrier. Baekhyun just so easily gravitated towards his direction. The taller's arm wrapped around his waist comfortably while the smaller held onto his bigger frame for support.

Chanyeol buries his face at the crook of Baekhyun's neck, taking his fragrance in. "We'll start slow today. I'll be examining you physically and collecting your slick to run some tests later on. So expect a lot of stimulation or…"

Baekhyun felt his insides clench when he heard him casually speak about today's agenda as if he wouldn't be spreading his legs later on for him to observe. God, Baekhyun wished Chanyeol wouldn’t be just watching and looking. He knew just how much more the taller man can do – and superbly if he may add – as proven from that time they spent together in Dubai. Baekhyun was brought to the highest heights that even the tallest building in the world would never have reached.  

The carrier was later brought out of his trance when he felt Chanyeol's warm palm previously resting on his lower back inching dangerously downwards. How did his hand get there? He didn't know. But will he complain anyway? No. It was only then that Chanyeol's last sentence began to register.

Oh.

Baekhyun gasps when Chanyeol's hand settles right between his crack, his rim kissing the pad of the student's middle finger. Chanyeol hummed as if he expected this to happen already. "Hm, seems like you wouldn't be needing that much, huh?"

The carrier whines in embarrassment and lightly slaps Chanyeol's shoulder to stop teasing him. This earned a low chuckle from the tall man. With both hands on the carrier's wide hips, Chanyeol faces Baekhyun with seriousness – a total 180 from his playful behavior earlier.

"You can still back out, Baek. You know I won't hold it against you if you do."

Baekhyun cups his fiancé's gorgeous face, "It's okay, love. I trust you."

***

Baekhyun was bare ; he was exposed for Chanyeol to see and gain full access to. He had never felt so wanton yet restrained at the same time, if that even made sense .

He's laying on the examination table on his back with his legs fastened to the stirrups of the examination table. This position displays his clean-shaven hole and lithe cock all for Chanyeol to inspect. A cloth is thrown over his upper half to maintain a little bit of modesty.

His fiancé donned latex gloves before sitting on the stool again, facing Baekhyun's lower half. He wore his glasses that had a little camera attached along its right temple to record his observations and notes. The carrier already was informed about this before he even gave his consent but it doesn't change the thrill and the accompanying embarrassment he felt. Being bare, being so vulnerable like this , and presenting himself to his lover and to possible audiences that might watch was something he didn't possibly predict he'd ever do.

A pregnant pause settled and the student took the entire picture in. Though Chanyeol had already etched this image to his memory in many different ways and in various settings, for formalities' sake , the med student tried to ignore the growing need to appreciate the smaller's milky thighs before him and took note of the obvious erection and already glistening hole greeting him. The little camera captured every detail and presented it onto the laptop device it is wirelessly connected to.

"Day 1 of observation. Carrier is positioned in a modified lithotomy to have convenient access to the lower pelvis. For their comfort and to maintain their identity, only the lower half of their body will be recorded for the whole duration of the observation." Chanyeol narrated to the camera as it captured the unknown carrier's hole clench around air. The med student smirks at this action. Throughout the period of their relationship, Chanyeol had always known Baekhyun was a bit of a sapiosexual. Although the carrier would never admit to that voluntarily, his body would never lie. It actually proceeds to betray him when Chanyeol goes on to record his litany of what today's agenda would be.

"A physical examination of the prostate will be done to confirm reproductive health. Fluid sampling will be performed in today's session while thorough exploration of anatomical parts will be saved for the next session." Baekhyun tightly shuts his eyes and bites his lips to prevent himself from making a sound that would disturb his fiance's sentences.

"I will also be comparing fluid production with and without physical stimulation."

What Baekhyun didn't realize is that Chanyeol had already seen him twitch twice and release a very small amount of slick in the span of his uttering that sentence. Chanyeol leans forward so that the camera may capture precisely what's happening. Baekhyun feels Chanyeol's hot breath against his pussy.

This feels like torture , Baekhyun thought. He wanted nothing more than for Chanyeol to plug him right then and there with anything . Instead of doing something about it, the med student continued speaking and filming carefully. "The male carrier is postulated to be more sensitive than normal. Even without physical stimulation, small amounts of fluid may be released from their hole. This process of self-lubrication starts when a carrier is about to enter a state of arousal."

Baekhyun feels the heat of Chanyeol's breath move upward, fanning against his dick. "However, the same thing cannot be said with a carrier's penis."

The smaller male's gaze previously pinned to the ceiling flickered down and found his lover in between his legs – too close for comfort. Chanyeol wore a teasing grin as he inaudibly blew air against the carrier's hole; Baekhyun silently cursed as his toes curled and thighs threatened to close if it weren't for the padded leg supports holding his calves in place.

"Starting prostate examination…" Chanyeol announces.

The laptop screen shows the perianal area. With clinical precision, a gloved finger probes into the carrier's tight ring of muscles with ease. It plunged deeper and deeper until it reached a spot that he knew all too well. Baekhyun's breath hitches and feels a warmth pooling at the pit of his stomach.

"Prostate feels smooth, rubbery, and symmetric." Chanyeol palpated his prostate a few times, getting a good feel of it before finally noting it as normal. As normal as the breathy moan slipping from the carrier's lips, when palpation soon turned into something with more intent .

"How are you feeling?" Chanyeol still asked when he was clearly aware of what the smaller male felt.

"I-I don't know...warm? Aroused– hng! " Baekhyun kept repeating 'for science' like a mantra when he wanted nothing more than for Chanyeol to drive into it with more force and stir his insides– he needs to get a hold of himself!

"Carrier responds very well to prostate stimulation." The med student reported. He pulled out his gloved finger, glistening and damp. 

"The need for lubrication seems optional due to the amount of viscous fluid being secreted." The camera captures Baekhyun's hole now releasing small dollops of slick, a tad more viscous than the earlier small amounts. "From this point on, fluid released from the carrier will now be specifically referred to as slick. Further observation will be made on the relationship between duration of arousal and viscosity of slick later on."

Chanyeol pressed circles against Baekhyun's perineum. "Compared to the quantity earlier, physical stimulation increases the amount of slick a carrier produces. Sensitivity also heightens when their prostate is directly stimulated."

Two gloved fingers readily slip in Baekhyun's hole without any resistance. Chanyeol immediately targets his prostate, rendering the carrier's walls clenching as if sucking the student's thick fingers in. Breathy moans and whimpers escaped Baekhyun's lips. From the periphery of Chanyeol's gaze, he slightly makes out the carrier covering his mouth with the back of his hand to keep quiet.

"Their penis also starts releasing a clear pre-ejaculate fluid simultaneously," Chanyeol reported as he watched the scene unfolding before him. Baekhyun's little cock was twitching every now and then. An intentional firm stroke of his prostate causes more pre-cum to seep out of his dick. The carrier's respiration quickens and a moan is stuck in his throat.

Chanyeol's fingers retreat. His clean gloved hand reaches for a very thin and narrow tube attached to a machine. "Samples collected from fluids released by the carrier will be analyzed. These tests will include the carrier's slick, pre-ejaculate, and semen along with the initial routine urine and blood tests already conducted."

Chanyeol inserts the thin aspirator tube into the slit of the carrier's penis. As Baekhyun whimpered at the intrusion, the med student threw him an apologetic look. When the tube was fully inserted, Chanyeol's fingers entered Baekhyun's pussy once more to massage the carrier's prostate during the process. More and more slick causes a squelching sound that rendered Baekhyun increasingly embarrassed by how turned on he felt. 

Chanyeol observed his fiancé laying on the table, seemingly in a dazed expression, before he pressed a button on the machine. A sound is heard as the aspirator tube suctioned a controlled volume of pre-cum into the machine. Baekhyun was caught off-guard by the sensation he felt – so much that a loud moan escaped past his lips as his hips jerked forward. 

"The first sample is collected and currently being processed by the analyzer," Chanyeol reported as he watched the machine printing the result. Once done, he ripped it off and placed it along his notes to study later on.

The med student fiddled on with the machine while his fingers were languidly massaging the carrier's prostate. The tips of his fingers were threatening to delve into his birth canal every now and then; Baekhyun is frustrated every time he thinks Chanyeol would finally penetrate deeper. The carrier had Chanyeol's focus in the entirety of the session. He had already flushed different shades of red; but now that the taller one has been operating and pressing different buttons on the damn machine, Baekhyun greedily wishes Chanyeol would at least spare him a look and see what he wanted.

God, he felt too needy, Baekhyun thought as he failed to grasp – and at the same time amazed – at how much self-control Chanyeol had in him. A touch , a look , a sound from that voice, and Baekhyun is already crumbling, ready to give himself up and please Chanyeol. As he buried himself with thoughts of the said man, the carrier didn't notice that he was whimpering while lightly gyrating his hips against his lover's fingers.

This caught Chanyeol's attention. He tapped the camera on the side; it blinked a red color that indicates the recording was paused. Baekhyun was frozen in place when the student threw him a look – a knowing one. Chanyeol's long fingers plunged deeper but they barely stroked the carrier's cervix. 

A male carrier's body is unlike any other. They may be stimulated with their prostate and cocklets but more often than not, a truly satisfying orgasm can only be achieved by penetrating the womb. Because of the unique way the uterus is situated – deeper than normal – a larger and longer cock could only satisfy them fully. Chanyeol is well aware of this fact.

"Don't worry, love. I'll take good care of you after." Chanyeol said. The carrier whimpered with understanding, almost teary-eyed when the fingers moved inside him in a come-hither motion.

He tapped the camera again to continue recording. The aspirator tube – now with an extra attachment – is inserted inside of the carrier's hole. With two fingers already inside, Chanyeol guided the tube upwards to Baekhyun's birth canal in order to prevent it from going towards the digestive tract and accidentally perform a colonoscopy instead. Once on the right track, Chanyeol kept pushing the tube upwards until the vibratory tip penetrated the carrier's cervix.

Baekhyun felt his legs almost giving away if it weren't for the padded leg rests. There was a tube in his most sensitive place and the warmth pooling on his stomach has not abated one bit. Unfortunately for him, Chanyeol wasn't done yet. A separate aspirator tube attached to the same machine is inserted once more into the slit of his cock. Baekhyun felt his walls pulsing from trepidation but mostly, arousal .

"Both fluids will be collected in a simultaneous manner while constant stimulation is given to both the cervix and the prostate of the carrier. To achieve a true orgasm whereby ejaculation on both sides occurs, the ideal events during intercourse are mimicked."

Chanyeol presses a button and almost immediately the adequately-sized vibratory tube lodged right into Baekhyun's cervix starts vibrating violently. 

"Oh – hng! " At this point, Baekhyun could no longer keep himself quiet as Chanyeol started to finger his prostate willfully. He pressed another button and Baekhyun gasped loudly.

It was too much . He felt like he was a cow being milked from both sides. His spine arched as his walls tried to clench around the vibrating tube tip to somehow alleviate its movements but to no avail. It only intensified .

The carrier tried to keep himself still but his hips were already shaking involuntarily from stimulation. Aside from the murmur of the machine – most likely because of the hydraulics working double-time to suck in fluid – the sound of Baekhyun's pussy squelching around Chanyeol's thick fingers was enough to drive the carrier insane. Baekhyun was almost on the verge of moaning his lover's name but he still was able to think straight despite the gratification he was finally receiving.

He can't say his name, at least not when he's still being recorded. It would give their relationship away.

Chanyeol willed all of his self-control at that very moment hearing Baekhyun's moans and whimpers increasing in volume. Little did the smaller man know that while he was in awe of the student's self-restraint, Chanyeol was already flooding himself with thoughts of piledriving the carrier to oblivion. The Parks' only son had already been hanging by a delicate thread he called professionalism. But who gives a fuck about professionalism when it's your lover laying on the examination table practically begging you in the eyes to take him there and then?

Chanyeol had to resist. He must. If he were to lose control and give in to Baekhyun's every whim, he won't be able to finish anything before the deadline. It's safe to assume he'd just be plugging the tempting vixen with cum until he was pregnant at every chance they could get. One would think that the hardest part of this whole thing was not even writing the paper but acquiring Baekhyun's consent; when in all honesty, the difficulty lies in controlling and trusting themselves not to jump each other, especially with a house of their own and the opportunity presenting itself.

Sweat beaded Baekhyun's forehead and dampened his bangs. He was no longer in the right mind and resorted to begging Chanyeol as strings of pleas left his mouth. He didn't want a machine or a finger; he wanted cock pounding his insides numb. Baekhyun wanted Chanyeol's weight on top of him, pinning him under and letting him take all of it; the carrier wants to shake and shudder and convulse as he allows himself to be taken over and over again without fail. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind but Baekhyun couldn't string a coherent sentence out of them. He was too overcome with desire.

"O–Oh please – hnng — doctor !" Something inside Chanyeol almost snapped when he heard Baekhyun's gibberish.

Shit. Chanyeol's restrained cock pulsed inside his slacks as he watched the carrier's body jerk one more time, his eyes roll back, and his toes curl. As the tube filled the machine with copious slick and semen to process, Chanyeol quickly paused recording. When the last of the fluid entered the machine, he carefully but swiftly removed the tubes attached to his lover, shaking like a leaf in autumn before going limp almost like a wilted flower on the table. He turned the machine off and ripped the printed papers to place them along with his notes.

"I got you," Chanyeol said, combing Baekhyun's hair to the side after freeing his legs from the stirrups. "You did very well."

Baekhyun blinked tiredly but he threw the man a smile. "Have I?"

Chanyeol nodded as he took the state the perfumer was in, disheveled yet all the more alluring. He was almost caught off-guard when Baekhyun wrapped his arm around the taller male's neck to kiss him. Chanyeol groaned, still engaged in a lip lock, when a hand tried to undo the zipper of his slacks.

Chanyeol broke off the kiss and rested his head on Baekhyun's. The student removed Baekhyun's hand on his slacks and chided the carrier gently. Automatically, Baekhyun whines.

"But haven't I been good," Baekhyun kissed his lips. "Huh, doctor ?"

Chanyeol would reply and chastise him if Baekhyun would just gladly stop chasing his lips whenever he would try to talk. 

The student sighs with mirth, "My love, you do know that I wouldn't be able to present something in time if you keep this up?"

"Then you must learn how to multitask, doctor ."

"You have to stop calling me that." He whispered as their lips touched.

"Why? You love it." Baekhyun impishly bit his lip.

Chanyeol hangs his jaw in awe of Baekhyun's masterful seduction. "You, my dear , will be the end of me if you keep this on."

Baekhyun lifted his head up to whisper right beside the ears he loves most. "Whatever to get your cock inside me, doctor. "

Something in Chanyeol's gaze changes. The mood altogether in the room shifted to something more... carnal.  

Heaving, Chanyeol carried Baekhyun in his arms. He did not bother to tie his robe close. The two weren't even two steps past the door when Baekhyun – with his legs wrapped around Chanyeol's hips – started desperately grinding his hole to the stark outline of the student's slacks. Truth be told, the student might just fuck him on the stairs if it weren't for how uncomfortable the carrier's back would be after.

Because of Chanyeol's own arousal but mostly Baekhyun's impatiently leaking pussy, the crotch area of the student's pants was absolutely soaked. He could tell that the start of the carrier's cycle might be in the coming week or so – pun not intended – after all, it's been almost 2 months.

"Chanyeol," Baekhyun whined beside his ear, " cock please – haa … please touch my pussy ."

Nope, it was definitely coming in a day or two.

The length of the walk seemed way too long for Baekhyun to stay still now that there's nothing limiting him to behave himself. The student inhaled to gather himself and hold onto the last bit of self-control Baekhyun is slowly plucking away. Though seemingly safe from the absolute seductress the carrier is, Chanyeol asks a dangerous question.

"How do you want me to touch your pussy?" He asked.

To which Baekhyun replied, "P-Please make it feel full and – hngg – loose ."

Christ. Chanyeol almost felt his legs buckle as he climbed upstairs to their bedroom. The carrier started bucking his hips against the student that Chanyeol had to physically stop him with 3 fingers in his pussy. He heard his lover gasp in response with his small frame embracing the taller man's torso tighter.

"We're almost to the bed, love," Chanyeol whispered while completely ramming his fingers inside. If someone were to find them, it would be very easy. Following the trail of slick Baekhyun leaked on the floor was enough. 

Once in front of the bedroom door, he twists the knob and pushes the door open.

"I'm going to give you what you rightfully deserve." Chanyeol gives Baekhyun's pussy a smack before placing the latter near the edge of their bed. 

The med student adjusts his sleeves up to his elbow and the carrier is never more excited to see his monkey tattoo than the first time his lover showed it to him. His walls clenched at the sight. 

"So come on, spread those pretty legs and show me your pussy ." Chanyeol said, voice dropping an octave.

Baekhyun moaned as he did what he was told. The carrier parted his legs as far as he could while spreading his cheeks fully so that the student could see just how much he wanted to be fucked. Chanyeol stared at him in a dim gaze while he undid his belt. He held his cock out with one hand, all prepared to destroy his cunt.

It was midday; the sun lit the room they were in. It was safe to say that the length and girth of the shadow did not stray far from the actual size of Chanyeol's cock. Simply put, it was big .

The second & third point

The male carrier still releases semen – more colloquially referred to as "cum" – when he orgasms but lacks sperm cells important for fertilization. They also simultaneously release slick that can have degrees of viscosity depending on the duration of their arousal.

The male carrier does not have monthly menstrual cycles but instead has days of debilitating arousal every 2 months where a thick, viscous slick is continuously secreted. The period can only be broken through several equally intense orgasms that will lessen the viscosity of slick to permit constant flow.

If someone would ask Baekhyun when is Chanyeol's most attractive state, he would say aside from plowing his insides, it was when his intelligence is highlighted and his genius emphasized. Don't get him wrong he still loves how Chanyeol mindlessly and animalistically hammers him until he's breaking his cunt but there's just something about him going about his monologues of how a carrier's body works, i.e. right now .

"Earlier I've said that a male carrier can conceive but cannot get someone pregnant, this is all because their male reproductive parts are accessories for stimulation only. Nothing else ." Chanyeol discussed while showing a microscopic view of the cells or lack thereof on the projector screen. The professor clicks his presentation pointer to go to the next slide.

"After conducting manual and automated semen analysis using several samples from the same subject, I've found out that not a single one of them has sperm." Chanyeol slips his hand into his pocket and presses a button on a small remote. As he walks down the stairs from the back of the hall towards the podium, a ghost of a smirk is decorating his face when Baekhyun looks in his direction, flushed .

Citrus, jasmine, and hints of lavender permeate his nose as he passes the row where Baekhyun sat. Pressing the button twice in his pocket in time with his calculated footsteps, he swears he could hear a quiet gasp from the carrier. 

If Baekhyun could only cross his legs as far as his belly could let him, he would . A small vibrator plugged inside him stuck at the lowest setting for most of the discussion was his idea. The carrier is beginning to think he shouldn't have suggested it because Chanyeol was now playing with him. Pregnancy isn't easy for a carrier like him; he's gained weight, constantly hungry, always needy for attention, and in a perpetual state of horniness. You'd think with a 3rd one on the way, Baekhyun would know how to behave himself. But no , it seems he only ever becomes more out of his wits. He's pregnant, sensitive and lactating, and he still wants more of his husband.

"When entering a state of arousal, a carrier releases slick very slowly. The consistency is sticky, almost syrupy, and quite viscous. However, when they've been aroused and stimulated for a very long time on both sides, it changes. It becomes watery to a point that a carrier can squirt." Oh, Baekhyun is certainly familiar.

“This is especially true during their cycles.”

***

Baekhyun remembers the first time they had each other. It was after weeks of hiding from his best friend. In the back of his mind, the carrier knew that society despised his type – despised anything they considered unnatural and unfamiliar – and he shouldn't hope too much to be accepted as he is. But when he looks back, Baekhyun should've known that Chanyeol would not be like any other. It would've saved them the heartbreak of one avoiding the other – well, mostly him avoiding Chanyeol. 

Baekhyun distinctly recalls just how distraught and disheveled Chanyeol was the very day he showed up in front of his dorm; his eyes were bloodshot red and puffy. His brown irises were pleading – begging to understand why one moment everything around them was setting off like a thousand fireworks in the skies and in the blink of an eye, complete silence and nothingness; it was a mosaic of colors until it wasn’t. Of course, Chanyeol and Baekhyun weren't completely blinded by their feelings. In denial? Yes – especially the latter. But both knew and felt that something far more than friendship exists between the two of them. 

You see, it isn't normal to allow one's gaze to linger more than usual – to behold into the other’s eyes and wonder how many universes they could hold. It isn't normal to laugh so heartily at the most ridiculous – and at times insignificant – things the other could do. There is no explanation for when two friends have the need to be so close physically to the other at all times that even their faces closing in on each other makes one think they're about to kiss.

And yet, neither could ever act on their affections without the looming implications of what it could do to something that they hold dear for most of their lives – being the best of friends.

There were a lot of what-ifs. Chanyeol brooding over what if he didn't feel the same way ; Baekhyun apprehensive about what comes next if he knew what he was. Every time the taller man takes a shy step forward, willing to risk it all, Baekhyun shows motive; but before he could even meet him halfway, he retreats. It led Chanyeol to the conclusion that his affections were not completely unreturned – that maybe Baekhyun would come around on his own terms to accept that they could be more. So he didn't press on any further for fear of scaring his favorite person off.

It was the night after their finals that Chanyeol felt like his world was crumbling and caving in. Both were celebrating the end of the semester and in the heat of the moment, with liquid courage blazing through his vessels, Chanyeol boldly cupped Baekhyun's cheeks and kissed him. It lasted for a sweet minute before Baekhyun pushed him away like he'd been burned. At the time, he didn't know what thoughts were racing through the smaller male's mind. Nevertheless, a chill of fear ran through his spine and a painful squeeze of his heart paralyzed him in his place when Baekhyun walked away as if he couldn't bear to even breathe in the same room as him.

Chanyeol wanted to follow him and explain himself – maybe even confess – but Baekhyun's face kept replaying in his mind like a broken record. This was it , he thought. He was going to lose him forever.

Regret later turned into hoping he could still fix what was left. Chanyeol let him be for a few days. But the semestral break rolled around the corner and he just felt lost . He tried contacting the droopy-eyed brunette, tried visiting him in their house, tried doing the old trick of tapping his window late at night but to no avail. It was clear Baekhyun was avoiding him.

And it made Chanyeol restless .

Weeks after the blatant display of affection, the new semester has already started and Baekhyun still couldn't face Chanyeol – not after his outright avoidance of the said man during his break. Baekhyun was embarrassed for running off like that but mostly, he was scared . He was powerless. If he knew what he was, Chanyeol would never look at him the same. Just the thought – the idea of it – cripples him.

But the way he came knocking on his dorm door that night, with each thump on the wood increasing in desperation, Baekhyun could no longer hide from him. Opening the door felt as if opening Pandora's box. He caught a glimpse of his features just before Chanyeol threw himself into him; sleepless nights and desolate days marred his face. His voice, roughened from crying, whispered soft apologies. Hearing his carefully composed monologue with his voice cracking and failing felt like a zap of hurt constantly radiating in Baekhyun’s chest.

"If you no longer can stand the sight of me, tell me, please , and I'll go." He sobbed into the crook of Baekhyun's neck, speaking felt like gravel down his throat, "it was wrong of me to ask for more than friendship from you, I know that now."

"Just please don't leave me hanging without a word." Chanyeol's hold on Baekhyun tightens as if it was the last time he'll be able to cradle his small frame like this.

Baekhyun felt his chest constricting and his throat growing a lump from how Chanyeol's actions didn't match his words. He knew Chanyeol wouldn't let go of him even if he demanded him to. I have to tell him , Baekhyun decided, if I accept him more than a friend, he'll have to know the whole truth .

And so he did, reluctantly , but he did. He told him everything. By the time he is finished, Baekhyun has half the mind to expect to be shunned away by his favorite person. But it never happened .

"So you're telling me you like me too?" Chanyeol asked. Baekhyun is surprised – dumbfounded even.

After all the things he revealed, Chanyeol's main takeaway was that his feelings are reciprocated. Trust him to focus more on a tiny detail from the insurmountable amount of information Baekhyun dumped on him. Priorities .

But to be fair, it wasn't all that small. Not to him, at least. He spent days agonizing how he may have ruined the only chance of ever having Baekhyun in his life. Learning this was unexpected, yes , but he had waited and pined for so long thinking his feelings were unrequited that it didn't matter at all to him.

"It's gonna take a lot more than that to make me change my mind about you, Hyun."

Baekhyun just cried – and laughed from great relief – but mostly cried. Chanyeol rested his forehead against his and wiped away the older male's tear-stricken face.

***

A good 5 days after that encounter, Baekhyun was perfectly happy with the younger male. And although he did technically tell him everything, it doesn't take away the fact that he was sheepish and quite embarrassed about the whole thing – especially about his cycles which have already started 2 days ago. 

There isn’t a word enough to encapsulate how much neediness he exhibits during these periods. He would normally spend them in his room and excuse himself as sick in his classes. In the past, during his teens, his cycles were usually shorter and his parents helped him to get as comfortable as possible – even going as far as buying pills (from unregulated pharmacies that sell them for male carriers like him) that keep the arousal at bay. But now, even the pills couldn’t help him anymore; his cycles last longer than he can usually take. Baekhyun found that the only way to relieve it is not to resist but succumb.

Which is why he cannot be too confident not to say or do anything that crosses the line of propriety. Lovers as they are , both haven’t reached that level of intimacy. Yet.

He is totally aware Chanyeol would've been looking for him – in fact, he probably is – and knows he should have at least responded to his texts and calls. But Baekhyun couldn't be trusted to conduct himself appropriately during this period. It was exactly 2 months ago when he had his last excruciating " period of heat " as he called it. He was very, very horny last time.

He wished Chanyeol didn't have to see him like this. But it seems the radio silence he's been given in the past and has been receiving for the past 2 days has traumatized him. The sense of déjà vu was something he didn’t want to relive again. The day Chanyeol visited him – after his class schedule had allowed him to – the taller male insistently let himself in the carrier's dorm when he heard Baekhyun's voice and mistaken it to be one of pain.

It wasn't . Baekhyun was just trying to mind his business.

Chanyeol found him sprawled and curled on his bed, sweating and leaking and most importantly, naked . 

He couldn't believe his eyes. He sputtered excuses and rambled on, looking everywhere but Baekhyun's lower half. Chanyeol was embarrassed to have caught the carrier in a rather compromising position, yet he was intrigued and tempted to look further.

Of course, Baekhyun had made the attempt to make himself more presentable the moment he rushed in. But in the haste of moving, the dildo (note: a sizeable one in Chanyeol's inexperienced opinion) shifted inside of him, hitting the perfect spot for him to reach the peak he sought after so many hours of uselessly writhing and bucking his hips while it vibrated inside of him.

Strings of curses left Chanyeol's mouth as the whole thing unfolded in front of him. As if struck by a jolt of lightning, the sound Baekhyun made awakened something he himself didn't even know was inside him. Like he wanted to hear it again; but this time, it should be because of him. It took Chanyeol two red cheeks, several thumpings of his chest, and a great deal of strength to put himself back together just as Baekhyun tried to restore his composure despite the plain air of awkwardness enveloping them in.

Chanyeol clears his throat. Both were clearly evading each other's eyes. The humming sound he didn't even realize he was hearing stopped with a click from probably the remote Baekhyun had in his hand.

"Are you okay?" He starts.

Baekhyun nods as he warily tries to look at the taller male. He finds him fidgeting from where he stands. Although the carrier was conscious of his lack of clothes, it amused him to see a quite confident guy like Chanyeol babble on why he was there, why he burst in, he thought something may have happened to him – !

"Chanyeol, it's alright. I should've replied at least. It would've saved us the trouble of finding ourselves in this situation." Baekhyun pauses to look at him. He was still evading his gaze. "You can look at me."

When Chanyeol didn't heed to his request, Baekhyun stood up with great difficulty; the blanket maintaining his modesty slipped from his body. Tentative but brazen to an extent, Baekhyun sauntered towards him and touched his cheek. Chanyeol's breath hitched, afraid of Baekhyun hearing how quick his heart was pounding in his chest as he neared him. 

"Look at me, love." He says with the most endearing voice Chanyeol has heard. And just like that, all is lost. The tall man just can't find it in him to say no to that.

"It's...one of those days," Baekhyun struggles to find the right words, "I know this is strange to even think of but, uh, I kind of go through this in 2-month intervals. I need to – well, uh – relieve myself so I can break the 'heat' and continue on with life."

A moment of relief doesn't last very long during these days. As if on cue with his thoughts, Baekhyun's knees buckle before his words fully sink into Chanyeol's mind. Sudden blazing heat radiates on his lower abdomen as a cramp ripples over that certain part. Unfortunately for Baekhyun, his method of relief only works when he orgasms hard enough to release the pent-up slick his body wants to rid of. Before Baekhyun's legs completely failed him to be upright, Chanyeol was quick enough to catch him. His face flushed an even deeper red when he felt an abrupt strike of electricity coursing his body just as his palm touched smooth bare skin.

Baekhyun would've doubled over if it weren't for Chanyeol's shoulder to hold onto. He whimpered as he sensed slick slipping through the sides of the dildo plugged inside of him.

With worry winning over the embarrassment, Chanyeol asks, "Are you okay?"

One hand was firmly planted around the smaller male's waist while the other was cupping Baekhyun's burning cheek. Anxious and concerned, Chanyeol asks once more, "What's happening? You said you're a-alright–"

Arousal washes over Baekhyun in large waves that he barely registered what Chanyeol had said. His eyes were clouding. Panicked, Chanyeol brought him to the bed to lie down. He heard the small male mutter something under his breath. Chanyeol thought he was trying to tell him something so he leaned his face forward to hear him better. He was just about to ask him again but was stunned when Baekhyun moans softly into his ear as he ruts his hips against Chanyeol's jeans.

"I'll h-handle it myself. Don't worry," Chanyeol hears him say while still bucking his hips against his thigh.

"Hyun," he said, voice lowered to an octave, "you can't say that while doing this. You're going to drive me crazy."

Baekhyun doesn't answer and whimpers instead. The carrier wasn't in the right mind to string two or more words to form a coherent sentence as a reply. He doesn't know what to say to Chanyeol's words; but as he continued on with his movements – seemingly losing control over his lower half – he felt the hard outline of a shaft with considerable length on Chanyeol's pants, a result of his provocation . Whether it was instinctively or not, Baekhyun can't say he isn’t impressed and quite fascinated by the things he can do to him.

Just the thought made him blush.

While Chanyeol, well , he was in a state. He rested his forehead against the smaller male's damp one as he was made aware for certain of his arousal and how Baekhyun noticed it too.

"If–if you would allow me," Chanyeol meekly suggests, "may I help you?"

Two rattling heartbeats passed and Baekhyun hadn't said a word, and in that short moment, Chanyeol had already wanted to retract whatever he said. It was impertinent of him to even insinuate when they were not yet at that level of familiarity. However, Baekhyun proves him wrong by laying claim to his lips and tugging at him closer.

Whatever firsts one can think of in the grand scheme of being in a platonic-turned-romantic relationship, Chanyeol had probably done so with Baekhyun, and vice versa. It didn't fully occur to him that he was going to be the first one to be this close to Baekhyun – the very object of his eyes, his best friend, his lover – not until he was on top of him getting undressed by the same person. 

Here he was holding Baekhyun near – nearer than he could ever think he would in his lifetime. The thought of his one-sided pining , the burn of unrequited feelings, the unreturned gazes he sent his way, it all came back flashing before his eyes. Every single one of them squashed. Because now, now you're hanging from my lips like the gardens of Babylon , Chanyeol thought as he kissed him. Something he viewed as a dream, a far-off myth he didn't think he would ever have the chance of seeing, now true and tangible and inside his arms . It seems fair to think that Chanyeol is already waded and neck-deep in love with Baekhyun. And the way the brunette repays the fervor of his kisses, further sets it in stone that Baekhyun is similarly in love with him.

With both now equally naked and wanting, Chanyeol's lips appreciated every last inch of Baekhyun's skin that he almost forgot the most crucial thing he was there to do – satisfy him . Settled in between Baekhyun's legs, he starts with a gentle nudge of the device lodged inside of him. Baekhyun gives him the remote, fully trusting him and placing himself under his charge. Not knowing the power of this device, Chanyeol places the setting at its highest. Baekhyun's legs close almost immediately to try and quell the pulsing of his insides.

Curious yet flushed, Chanyeol lifts Baekhyun's hips above the mattress by pushing his legs to his chest. There, he sees his pink hole tightly enveloped around the silicone. He was dripping around the sides of the device. A hand reached to touch his damp rim. 

"What is this?" He asks. Baekhyun feels his cheeks coloring from bashfulness. 

"I–I," Baekhyun covers his face, "I become like this when I'm aroused ." Chanyeol felt himself throbbing. 

Baekhyun self-lubricates , he thought and suddenly his blood felt like lava coursing through him.

Awed by the newfound information, Chanyeol held Baekhyun's legs in place while his other hand reached for the dildo inside his lover. The almond-eyed man started pulling the vibrating device out to see just how wet it is. Wet enough , Chanyeol thinks right after he hears a squelching noise when he quickly shoves it in and more fluid spills out. He finds himself in disbelief when an overwhelming feeling of desire washes over him in waves. How much more can one want a person like this ? Chanyeol might just learn the answer today.

The brunette observes how Chanyeol's eyes darken with each sound his pussy makes, clearly roused from how responsive his body is. He has never seen this much intensity in Chanyeol's eyes before; they were always soft and gentle like his demeanor, and he loves him for it. 

Yet, Baekhyun feels a strange feeling of pride blooming in his chest. 

The accompanying touches and kisses Chanyeol insists on pressing against the skin of his thighs have his stomach in twists and knots. It definitely didn't help that in every push and pull, every sweet drag of the silicone against his walls, has Baekhyun blindsided and completely unprepared to fathom the fact that Chanyeol was equally turned on by merely giving . The man visibly wanted to do more but is held back by boundaries he's careful not to cross. This, Baekhyun noticed. Though he likes to think that in their level of undress, the thought has already reached a point of being unwarranted.

"Yeol," Baekhyun calls with a hand reaching towards the said man. Chanyeol easily abandons the device in his hand and takes him in his lap. Baekhyun pressed himself closer to his favorite person – so close that he can practically feel his heartbeat against his own.

"Are you alright?" Chanyeol asks while nuzzling the crook of Baekhyun's neck. As the brunette nestled on his boyfriend's lap, he found the most comfort gyrating along his cock. Chanyeol grunts beside his ear in response. Two large hands cover the two mounds of flesh wreaking havoc with every move of those hips he has learned to love in this short while.

"Stop– ha ! Stop h-holding back." Baekhyun whispers. He guides Chanyeol's left hand back on his waist and the other on the end of his dildo still vibrating inside him.

Chanyeol holds him properly and captures his lips in a searing kiss while he brutally pumps the silicone shaft inside him. In, out, in, out . Chanyeol has Baekhyun gasping for air. He writhes under Chanyeol's grasp and gaze, his lower half can be seen trembling spontaneously as the taller male establishes a rhythm of his own, even going as far as angling the vibrating silicone shaft that had Baekhyun seeing white.

He shrieks and pins himself closer to Chanyeol, accidentally scraping his nails across his broad back; his legs lock around the man's hips, not wanting to let him go. Baekhyun's hold on the man tightens similarly with the coiling knot at the pit of his stomach. It was threatening to snap with every thrust hitting his prostate point-blank.

"Oh, please ! Chanyeol, please please please–hng –" Baekhyun begs wonderfully.

He's close , Chanyeol reckons. Another shove is delivered and Baekhyun is clutching him closer. He chuckles internally. Chanyeol never thought he would say this but hearing him so helpless and desperate like this makes him want to be a little mean . He retracts the dildo until the tip before swiftly sheathing its entirety in one go, making sure he was pointing it at the angle he cries the loudest at.

Baekhyun is basically crying at this point. He had never felt more pleasure than he did now. Sure, he played with himself a significant amount of times but nothing comes close to how Chanyeol is handling him so well. Every part of him is screaming for his touch; Baekhyun wants to be his in every sense of the word. 

And Chanyeol, well , he feels bursts of pride feeding his ego whenever Baekhyun begs for more and calls his name like a mantra. It's as if his body is desperate to be the reason for all those tears, for every tremble of his body, for every quiver of his lips; he aches to be the cause of all of those sounds, of Baekhyun's desire, and his fall from grace.

Chanyeol craves to see his face, to hear his moans, to breathe him in, to feel and taste him. He wants him to flood all of his senses that no other thought would ever invade his mind. Just him .

"C-Chanyeol, oh god, please, more ." Baekhyun's voice is already unrecognizable even to his own ears with how laced with lechery it is. " More! "

The male heeds and lays him on the bed again, never stopping his hand from ramming the dildo inside him. Baekhyun almost didn't want to let him go but Chanyeol's eyes promised him more . Just like what he asked of him . Chanyeol's face leans forward and takes Baekhyun's lithe cock in his mouth. Chest heaving from the immediate attention his cock was suddenly receiving, Baekhyun's hands automatically reach for Chanyeol's locks.

Due to his slight lack of knowledge, Chanyeol opts to suck the mushroom head. From there onwards, his moves were all based on the brunette's reaction. Very early on in the relationship, Chanyeol finds that every moment spent with Baekhyun is a learning experience. Luckily for him, he prides himself on being a fast learner. He realizes very quickly that teeth were unpleasant and that more tongue is appreciated by the way his hair is pulled.

Baekhyun whines as Chanyeol licks the slit of his cock tip. He wished for more , he's receiving more. Chanyeol slowly bobbed his head up and down, locking gazes with Baekhyun's bashful eyes. Don't look at me like that , Baekhyun thought. He feels as if he would combust. 

Chanyeol made a show of leisurely licking from base up to his tip while the silicone device was slowly dragged out of his walls. Once his tongue was at the tip, lapping at his pre-cum, and only the tip of the dildo inside him, Chanyeol smirks and exhales. With his hot breath fanning against wet skin, Baekhyun shudders in anticipation.

He doesn't disappoint. Chanyeol takes him all in while his hand jerks forward to push the device deeper. The heat in his body flares like a stovetop burner out of control. Baekhyun arches his back beautifully, lines of his rib cage elegantly making themselves known from under his skin as he spurts ribbons of cum inside his boyfriend's mouth.

Baekhyun quivers like a leaf in autumn; he spasms while Chanyeol drinks him in and convulses some more as he lapped him up clean. Chanyeol waits until the little brunette under him finishes trembling before he removes the device – now turned off – lodged inside him and tossed it on the other side of the bed. Slick flooded out of Baekhyun's gaping hole, a tad less viscous than before; nonetheless copious still.

Despite his skin glistening from a light sheen of sweat, Chanyeol crawled on top and brought the carrier closer to him. "You okay?"

Baekhyun can't resist a smile from creeping on his face. He answers, "Yes."

The heat of his body has abated. Not for long , he thought, but enough to snuggle against him.  

Baekhyun cupped Chanyeol's face and the latter rested his forehead against his. His fingers run circles behind the ears that he adores so much as Chanyeol pressed butterfly kisses on each of his cheeks. A giggle escapes Baekhyun's lips when he playfully bites the juncture of his neck. A particular feeling of wanting to squeeze the brunette takes over him because how dare he act this cute when he had been a total seductress earlier.

Chanyeol whispers after kissing his forehead, "You're perfect ."

The carrier chuckled breathlessly against the column of Chanyeol's throat. A squeal left the smaller male's mouth as Chanyeol shifts their position; Baekhyun on top and him beneath. Baekhyun's eyes almost widen when his cock rests against his inner thigh, heavy and throbbing. He'd forgotten.

A beat of silence surrounded them as they looked at each other. Chanyeol is confused for a moment before understanding finally shows in his eyes. Oh. 

Baekhyun moves first, extending his hand lower to feel the thing that would surely destroy him later.

Chanyeol tries to assure him, "No, Baek– you don't have to–"

Baekhyun reaches for his cock nevertheless, hand barely able to wrap around its girth; his hole flutters at this. "You're," he pauses as if requiring time to understand just how large he is, "Quite big. "

The blunt statement colors Chanyeol's cheeks an even redder hue as a warm hand examines his length with mere touch. It's true; his length is quite sufficient . He has never been ashamed of it but then again, he's never found himself in a position where one has to know that tiny detail about him – until now. The carrier looks to confirm the unbelievable size heavy on his hand. Baekhyun sat there, wet hole spilling dollops of slick along Chanyeol's strong thigh, in awe.

A pregnant pause passes before Baekhyun declares with finality and without inhibition, "I want it inside me."

With a hand trying to wipe the disbelief off his face, Chanyeol still chuckles in astonishment, "But you just–y‐you're insatiable, too."

Oh, Chanyeol, if you only knew, Baekhyun thought. He's never really finished until his body tells him he is. Right now, it is apparent that he is not yet done when his pussy gushes right onto Chanyeol's thigh and a cramp once again grips his womb painfully. Baekhyun's quick inhale of air sends Chanyeol into a panic.

"Again?" He asks, worriedly. To which Baekhyun nods.

***

The first time Chanyeol sinks his cock in Baekhyun's lush pussy, it clenched wildly around him. So much so that he almost felt like releasing everything he had right then and there. But Chanyeol knew had to restrain himself. So he gritted his teeth and slammed his whole weight against Baekhyun's smaller figure instead – just enough that his large cock was smothered by the carrier's walls and propped up for a sweet release. He barely had control . To be fair, it was his first time.

Chanyeol thinks he may have underestimated Baekhyun's eagerness; because while goosebumps were coming in ripples from the expanse of his skin, the carrier is rolling his hips without a care as if Chanyeol wasn't already lurching from the impact of his first orgasm of the day. If the desperate handprints on Baekhyun's ass cheeks weren't enough evidence, he doesn't know what is. Baekhyun may have equally, if not, more than enjoyed it.

The second time he sinks his cock in, Chanyeol lasts a little longer than the first. Of course, Baekhyun was quite impatient by the time he was fully hard. Right after his first orgasm, Baekhyun is already bouncing his hips and spearing himself on Chanyeol's cock. It proved quite a task to do since the man has a fairly, well, very lengthy dick. The brunette could only work himself on half of its length, afraid it will break him into two if he becomes too greedy to take more in. However, Chanyeol once again finishes before he could, filling his pussy once more with cum. He has put up a good fight though; only it was because Baekhyun has insisted on repaying Chanyeol's earlier efforts that a momentary slip of self-control has occurred. It needs to be reiterated that Baekhyun was very persistent with his little pussy clamping down and slobbering up on how ever many inches of Chanyeol's cock it can take in. 

They say the third time's the charm. It definitely is , Baekhyun thinks. Because it was during this time that Chanyeol had a full grasp of his capabilities . He'd like to think of it as his retaliation against the obvious teasing the smaller male did. Regaining control from the temporary slip of restraint, Chanyeol positions him in a way that feels natural. He firmly plants his hands on the carrier's tiny waist, thumb caressing smooth skin, and fixes one foot flat on the mattress for leverage. Baekhyun didn't know what hit him when the man finally, fully, bottoms out. His cock reached places neither a toy of his own nor his fingers had the privilege, or the ability even, of touching. Baekhyun is rendered winded when it completely sinks in. The back of his hand covers his panting mouth in disbelief while the other palms the bump created on his lower belly by the bulbous tip of Chanyeol's cock. 

Chanyeol knows he shouldn't but he is unable to refrain from feeling reasonably smug. Testing the waters, he is careful to move. He didn't expect that even the slightest of movements would gain a riveting reaction from Baekhyun. From his lips escapes a sound that's been one of intense satisfaction. It's as if a profound itch he had been trying to quell for a very long time had been relieved; it's as if his parched flesh is quenched. One thrust and his cock is doused with even more slick from his plush pussy. The sound it makes is enough to drive one crazy.

And crazy, Chanyeol went.

Chanyeol removes his firm grasp on his waist to hold Baekhyun's wrists above his head as he pummels inside the carrier's velvety walls. Every single part of Baekhyun ripples with goosebumps, from head to toe. One particular pound to his walls has Baekhyun lurching forward and releasing a startled moan while he scrambled to find purchase at the sheets. It struck a spot that no one , no object has ever touched before – another first for Chanyeol – so perfectly that he felt almost mad for his own body's perception of such pleasure. However, the sound he made didn't translate to Chanyeol as something out of absolute, unadulterated pleasure. Alarmed at the thought of hurting him, he quickly stopped. 

"No!" Baekhyun cried desperately, legs locking him in place, unyielding , " please , keep going!"

He feels the bulbous tip kissing the opening, just one more hard rock of his hips and it will be fully penetrated. Baekhyun wants– no, needs it. Series of pleas and assurances of nothing but pleasant touch escaped Baekhyun's mouth before Chanyeol resumed, this time with full conviction dripping in every drag of his length against his pussy. The carrier would sigh in relief if he was able to but Chanyeol's sledgehammer of a cock hadn't given him respite when he started pounding him again. Despite the initial bumpy start, Chanyeol was now like a master puppeteer who knew which strings to pull to make him dance and shake and convulse like a rag doll. 

Baekhyun flails defenseless as Chanyeol hooks his arms around his thighs, spreading him entirely apart. The carrier thinks Chanyeol might be just aiming to split him in half as he consistently pounds with such a force that reveals graceful lines of muscles beneath his skin. He becomes content from the delightful fucking. But when Chanyeol slams with an outstanding display of strength and pummels right into his womb's opening, a feeling unlike any other fills Baekhyun. A force concentrating on quite a stubborn circle of muscle weakens his control; it skews everything he had known so far about himself. Baekhyun had never felt something like this before. He never had someone digging into his insides and rendering him ridiculously gratified and frustrated at the same time. How was he to know ? That he could reach places he didn't even know he could with a thrust that packs a thrilling punch– Baekhyun's thoughts are interrupted when a mindblowing sway of Chanyeol's hips has the bulbous tip of his cock kissing the mouth of his womb. He wildly pulses as it dilates a bit more.

And continues to, as every subsequent thrust hitting the opening of his womb compares to a mallet and chisel forging its entrance to wreak even more havoc and ruin untouched flesh. 

"Chanyeol, Chanyeol, C-Chanyeol, oh god, Chanyeol! " Baekhyun chants, unable to form a rational thought. He feels his stomach twisting and lurching towards his throat; he's chasing his breath. With his little cock bouncing on his belly from the violent rocking of their bodies and tears streaking his cheeks, Baekhyun feels an impending burst he can no longer contain.

Chanyeol only responds with an even brutal force that he finally, at long last, awakens the carrier's womb and penetrates through. His adamant thrusts continue even after Baekhyun is sobbing and moaning, and his cock is drenched in even more slick. The carrier feels unusually whole and full as a cock fucks him through. Petrified from the onslaught of pleasure he's receiving, Baekhyun scrambled to hold onto something. Chanyeol's thrusts just keep on landing every time on target, skimming his prostate before docking precisely in his breeding area.

As if it wasn't enough, Baekhyun is pinned down by Chanyeol's weight when he leaned forward. The brunette struggles because he is made to only feel and receive everything he's given; not to be provided any relief from gratification. He is just a bundle of nerves made to be stimulated, made to be pleasured. Right now, Chanyeol seems so finely tuned with Baekhyun's body, a far cry from earlier mishaps. He holds him completely still before he slams down with such authoritative intent that renders him into mere pitiful whimpers. He is pushing his delicate cunt to its limits. With every rock and roll of his hips is a force that taunts a dam from bursting. His dam.

"Chanyeol, s-something– oh god, no . Fuck, fuck, fuck , fuck –" Baekhyun shrieks as he held onto Chanyeol's broad back. Long scratches of his nails run along the younger male's broad back when the carrier seizes uncontrollably. A significant amount of slick splashes the taller's cock out of Baekhyun's quivering cunt.

Chanyeol holds him through his forceful orgasm; taking pity and allowing him a slight rest as sensitivity takes over the brunette's body. He feels the physical ghost of his release, pulsing and walls caving in on a canyon that Chanyeol's cock has made out of his pussy. Baekhyun shudders and trembles all over that he could not even keep his own body still without Chanyeol's help. Watery slick persisted in pouring all over the sheets, wetting almost half the mattress now. This won't do , the younger male thinks. He needed to plug his pussy; but with the gape it had, the silicone shaft won't be enough. 

His walls were still pulsing when Chanyeol inserted his cock back in; it nestled right back in his now welcoming womb.

"Good?" He whispers beside Baekhyun's ears. He didn't need to ask; he could feel it directly on his cock. Baekhyun's pussy clenching.

He starts shallowly thrusting; leisurely taking his time to appreciate Baekhyun's face. He whines as Chanyeol begins to pick up his pace before gradually ramming in. Sounds of quiet whimpers crescendos into cries of his name as Chanyeol's cock stubbornly pistons in and out of Baekhyun's womb, completely taking over the little breeding place. It gapes open, now recognizing its owner.

It's mine now . Chanyeol is not one to be possessive. But a blissful feeling fills him up as he finally spills everything he has inside Baekhyun.

He stills and holds Baekhyun carefully. Both are panting on the mattress. He couldn't withdraw from how the carrier's slim legs and meaty thighs are still on either side of his hips, locking him in his rightful place.

Several heartbeats pass. Baekhyun shifts in his place on top of Chanyeol but his legs are still around the man's hips. His cunt has completely calmed down but Chanyeol is stunned once again with his next words.

"Chanyeol, again , please." Baekhyun asks with keen legs locked around the said man's waist. He chuckles breathlessly in disbelief. But he looks up to Baekhyun's pretty face and he is unable to resist. Though he appears to be contemplating for show, his hands are already tracing the sides of Baekhyun's skinny waist to the wide flare of his hips until he reaches down to where they are still connected.

Mine now.

And though his hips ache from all the back and forth, Chanyeol is set out to satiate every last bit of demand Baekhyun asks of him.

The fourth point

The male carrier's penis is significantly below average. He possesses a womb, a cervix, ovaries, fallopian tubes, and a tight passage canal separate from the rectal canal where stool passes. Both are connected together through the anal canal. A small, movable lid-like structure that opens to the rectal canal during defecation and opens to the acting birth canal by default is also present to prevent the entry of the male genital and associated fluids into the digestive tract.

Chanyeol remembers the very stressful state he was in during that period of writing his report. His thoughts were obviously organized in an academic sense – he wouldn't survive in med school if they weren't – but littered every now and then were doubts that the carrier took upon himself to douse with assurance before a spark turns into fire. It was a turbulent time where Chanyeol is stuck in a limbo of the good that this novel information would bring to other male carriers and the question of whether he is willing to open a Pandora box so early on in his life and possibly wrench Baekhyun along with him headfirst.

He will get questioned, criticized, and maybe even condemned for choosing this topic of study for his final term report. You see, it has been proven in history time and time again that straying from the norm is unacceptable, but Chanyeol thinks it's because they hate to be challenged – their minds , that is. And for Baekhyun to live in a world that discriminates against him, Chanyeol finds it unacceptable . It's why he's taking these baby steps, testing the waters so to speak. However, in the event that it doesn't work out – Chanyeol hopes that won't be the case – safeguards have been put in place to ensure that his boyfriend's identity will never be disclosed.

He has heard of male carriers disappearing without a trace and ending up in a back alley somewhere, unrecognizable for how dismembered they become. His father says it's the work of those who made them this way; the ones who tampered with genetics years back – the Red Force. It's plain as day that these carriers' common denominator aside from obvious, is their vulnerability. No one to protect them. Not even a single law is in place to ensure their safety, their health, and their rights. For the first time in his life, Chanyeol is unreservedly glad that he came from a background of wealth and health. With it, came the secrets that his family of doctors passed on generation after generation. The Red Force was a hush-hush secret organization that operated only for its wealthy members' own benefit. It was run by one of the wealthiest in the previously united country. The civil war was a matter of who would get the most land and resources for the boundless industries it would eventually serve. The organization definitely benefits if they were on the winning side. Providing arms and funding research on enhanced soldiers could mean a landslide victory.

Several doctors and scientists who worked under the Red Force during the civil war turned against the organization because of the unethical procedures of the failed experiments. Everything went south . The medical student, if it wasn't very evident enough, came from a line of doctors and money. His great grandfather was one of the researchers that was completely against the plan from the start. But unlike the other doctors, he got out scot-free while most were brutally hunted and killed. He was from a family whose surname already bears immeasurable influence. They must've deemed him too important a figure to stage an unexplained disappearance. An investigation on his death would surely reveal everything given the reach of their family. He managed to relay information but all of it was good as the burned documents. In the end, the South was still skeptical. Until they found a body.

The human mind is so opposed to something that is unfamiliar , he contemplates. Carriers are still viewed at most with pity and at the least with disdain for being products of a war experiment. Nonetheless, Chanyeol is glad that Baekhyun's family has kept a low profile. He wouldn't know what to do if something vile happened to his person. His only .

These are the thoughts that reel in his mind whenever Baekhyun finds him smoking out in the balcony of their room. Sometimes, he thinks that his mind is ironically the bane and boon of his existence. Chanyeol is somewhat of a perfectionist and one who has a clear dislike of sloppiness; he requires something well-thought but dislikes overthinking. He is afraid of the places his mind takes him. He tries his best not to appear very worried but Baekhyun seems to easily sieve the masks that he wears. He always knows. 

The reassuring wrap of his arms around his torso is enough to expect that he has figured him out. He'll chide him for his ironic voluntary consumption of nicotine while, and quote , "you're fighting for your life at night time keeping your eyes open just to finish reading about the pathogenesis of respiratory diseases". Chanyeol will discard the cigarette for his lover's peace of mind but not without a playful roll of his eyes.

The only good thing he recalls, at the time, about the process was he had every excuse to be with Baekhyun every day. Separating with him for a few days felt almost longer than it should be for him.

***

Chanyeol sighed for the umpteenth time of the day. Words seem to keep failing him as he can't get past writing a decent paragraph. He was all alone in the house staring at the blaring white document on the screen of his laptop. His fiancé is out on an errand that he had been putting off just to help him. As much as Chanyeol wanted him to stay, he fears he won't be able to be productive when he's always in close proximity. Baekhyun is a beautiful distraction that he gets caught up in every time.

However, it appears that he isn't able to write anything at all today either. It's been 2 days of typing mindlessly and reviewing his words before erasing everything. Chanyeol feels pent-up frustration bubbling under his skin. He exasperatedly grabs the mug on his desk to drink only to find out that the coffee has gone cold.

Four hours . Four hours of doing something and nothing at the same time.

Chanyeol figures that it's high time to take a(n undeserved) break. He exits the document and is about to shut it down when a folder caught the corner of his eye. The arrow hovers over the folder ' c&b '. A brief hesitation comes over him before he decided to just fuck it and click. 

Inside were dozens of videos that both of them have filmed. It was mostly Baekhyun filming himself in the most compromising positions he could think of to rile Chanyeol up whenever he was away with some of them actually containing the two of them. Chanyeol scrolled down and a particular video piqued his interest.

Chanyeol documented most of the laboratory observations in well-edited videos, narrated in a clinical and detached tone. However, according to his better judgment, he figured that there are aspects of supporting records that should remain only as pictures. These captured clips were largely from the day Baekhyun couldn't refrain himself from behaving the way he normally can as the firestorm of his impending cycle is due in nearly 3 days. The perfumer was understandably sensitive that quite a significant amount of moans – adequate enough to gain red faces on auditoriums – slipped through.

And Chanyeol is, honestly , no better.

Though Baekhyun convinced him not to delete everything and keep the ones he liked the most, Chanyeol cannot possibly show to a lecture hall full of unassuming students and respectable professors the way his face is buried in between his subject's – fiancé's – legs just because he had a peek of his womb while his pussy clenched around a speculum. He cannot show on video how he performed a transrectal ultrasound, detailing his most private parts while he constantly thrust the probe and hit his prostate unerring.

Chanyeol clicks on the file while he recalls. Everything was fine. His gloved hands were fiddling with the probe of the machine, covering it with a condom before giving a warning to Baekhyun that he might feel pressure.

And sure, it was something he knows he can take considering he, himself, is well-endowed. But somehow the suspense of Baekhyun in the same position as last time – lower limbs strapped once more to the stirrups of the examination table – it dawned him that maybe the reason why the shorter didn't want the files deleted is not for record-keeping of evidence but because Baekhyun liked seeing himself almost helpless and completely relying on Chanyeol's mercy for his pleasure. Will he give me what I want? Will he give in if I beg discreetly? 

The anticipation made him excessively conscious of his surroundings – hyper-aware of the quiet sound of the air conditioner, the careful movement of Chanyeol's gloved hands manipulating what looks like a probe inside him, and the light whirring of an ultrasound machine being powered on. He leaks at the thought of Chanyeol knowing every way possible to send his body shaking in the most delightful way but wouldn't simply because he was there for something else. At this point, Chanyeol has him already memorized like a meticulously annotated and thick textbook. It's only a matter of picking the right page to send him crying the fastest. He can but he won't .

Chanyeol is surprised to hear himself explain in a neutral tone while Baekhyun's hips discreetly move on their own. He even stills him for a moment with his other hand settling on his thigh and rubbing comforting circles. Touch would be adequate enough to ground him; Chanyeol is already aware of his being slightly disoriented as if he could only hear fragments of his sentences and even then, he wouldn't think he'd be able to make sense of them.

The clip goes on.

"–the glands just below the cervix produce secretion–" Chanyeol almost tunes himself out as he rests his back on his swivel chair. With Baekhyun gone for a 5-day business trip to meet with suppliers for the new launch of perfumes he was preparing for, the frustrated student is left alone in his study. Being alone with nothing but pages of the now scattered books coupled with the eye strain of looking at a laptop screen for days is getting to him. It's been days of monotone, boring, and uninspiring click-clacking of the keys that his body easily stirs awake when reviewing this footage.

"–natural response during arousal–" Chanyeol almost groaned at the sight. Though the cam became a bit shaky from his being taken aback, it still perfectly captured the way slick flooded the upholstery. He could almost hear a little tremble from his clinical voice.

His lover's skin was always very smooth but his thighs are unbelievably even more so. Before he even knew it, his cock had completely hardened from the clip unfolding before him. The screen is now showing a hand maneuvering the probe inside and Chanyeol belatedly realizes that Baekhyun must've felt every drag of it inside. Though out of the frame, he hears his pants, obviously feeling lightheaded from the way the probe almost teases his opening.

"–near his cycle–" A gasp from the carrier is heard and from the bright screen of Chanyeol's laptop was a clear recording of the way his thighs tremble and taint pucker, "–extremely responsive to stimuli–"

Chanyeol supposes that the probe inside of was skimming over his prostate and directly touching his cervix. Two of a carrier's most sensitive places. 

"Very sensitive during sexual intercourse–" Baekhyun moaned almost enthusiastically in the background as Chanyeol pressed harder to have a better picture of his womb on the ultrasound machine. This made current Chanyeol reach down to palm his growing erection.

He can't believe himself . Baekhyun has only been gone for 2 days and here is already jacking off on a video – clearly made for scientific purposes – like he's watching a homemade sex tape found on the internet.

Chanyeol leans back against his swivel chair, closes his eyes, and listens to his clearly affected narration and Baekhyun's whimpers like a call-and-response section of a song.

"Though extremely below average, the penis of a carrier is, for lack of a better word, only an accessory for stimulation–" Baekhyun's cocklet is actually seen twitching with every muscle seizing on his abdomen.

"–reproductive organs normally release estrogen and progesterone in amounts higher than that of a woman which gives them extreme fertility and wider hips for childbirth–" Chanyeol groans imagining his fiancé's tiny waist and how it flares to the wide curve of his hips. He imagines the times that they sway to the rhythm of their aggressive dance which leaves the bed creaking and him riled up every time. It didn't help that by this time in the clip, obscene and unsubtle squelching sounds from Baekhyun's cunt – clearly making do of the probe – are heard.

Chanyeol can feel the heat rising to the surface as his cock grows to its full monstrous length. He can hear Baekhyun in the background trying to tame his moans to mere muffled whimpers. A rather loud moan is abruptly interrupted by a much quieter environment. It seems like the part where Chanyeol paused to relieve the carrier wasn't recorded. Instead, the following moments that took place were.

"–the structure is similar to the function of the epiglottis. Only that it prevents male genitalia from entering the digestive system and stool from retroactively passing into their birth canal." Chanyeol's eyes flutter open to close his laptop when he realizes the part of the footage he was in.

Chanyeol felt the same way he did when he slowly inserted the speculum inside Baekhyun's cunt which left him both full from the stretch but hollow from the air occupying the space Chanyeol usually gets to use thoroughly. He feels on fire . His cock misses the way Baekhyun would slobber around it – in whichever hole – while the carrier clings onto him for dear life.

Looking back now, it was pretty understandable while he decided to abandon his work temporarily and tend to the growing need of tasting him on his tongue. Baekhyun was absolutely wet. It even surprises Chanyeol that the speculum didn't slide off when he made a few adjustments that increased the circumference of his gaping pussy. Watching such a scene unfold will warrant a reaction to even the most celibate man.

The rest of the events that followed is portrayed in a focused close-up of Baekhyun's cunt opened to a degree in which one can say is the girth of a cock to observe his closed womb physically. Chanyeol flashes a light through and continues.

"I will now show you through the motions of how to open a male carrier's womb." Baekhyun moans in the background softly and his breaths transition from soft gasps of air to heavy panting. It's almost as if the sounds he made radiated the humiliation he felt of being totally open and accessible laced with the shame of liking it nevertheless. A long metal probe with a flat paddle end is inserted and starts nudging the tight ring of the carrier's cervix. 

"–arguably the most sensitive part of a carrier. Stimulation received by the opening–" Chanyeol slaps the entrance a few times, each with increasing strength, "–will send signals to the brain that breeding will commence."

The student sees the trembling and pulsing around the muscle. Chanyeol hears the carrier's moans, too resonant to be ignored in the background. He continues to paddle the opening, coaxing it to bloom open, "By then, the womb should be prepared to receive."

Chanyeol recalls Baekhyun struggling and squirming in his bindings. He was trembling and clearly trying to pull himself together but failing miserably. At this point of the clip, Baekhyun has already assessed that Chanyeol is playing with him and the line of professionalism has started to blur. The carrier started moaning without inhibition, rewarding every slap to his cervix an encouraging whine to go further. The taller man groans under his breath as he starts to pump his cock quicker at the thought of Baekhyun being coaxed into opening his most precious area by using the bare minimum; not even a cock is inside him yet his body is betraying him to open itself to a cold, lifeless metal rod.

The student's breath hitches as the womb entrance finally flutters open, agape with nothing but air. Suddenly, Chanyeol's mind is flooded with the many times the tip of his cock has kissed the opening and pried it gaping wide from his massive size alone. Not to mention, the significant amount of times Baekhyun specifically expressed that he wants "his womb to get fucked loose " or "bred and filled to the brim" with the face of an ethereal angel being sullied and defiled. Even the way he arches his back looks very graceful as he completely falls apart and allows Chanyeol to have his body in total ownership – to do as he pleases and deems fit. 

A creak of his swivel chair was heard as Chanyeol's body snapped forward and released into his own hand. The moans of Baekhyun are still playing in the video. Shit . He can't take this anymore. He's calling Baekhyun later.

The fifth point

The male carrier has some fat to his breasts which was initially believed to be unequipped for lactation but was later confirmed to grow to an adequate size for the nursing of future offspring.

Baekhyun's pregnancy didn't come as a surprise by the time Chanyeol received his board certification and had a stable job – not that he needed one with his family’s wealth. It wasn't unwelcomed; it was rather anticipated by the two. However, what left them grasping for straws was the way Baekhyun's body changed as his pregnancy went along. Funnily enough, the one with more medical knowledge out of them was flustered, to say the least. Baekhyun had his father guiding him since he went through the seven circles of hell giving birth to a healthy baby boy – him . But with every change occurring, Chanyeol finds himself more worried and anxious in taking care of Baekhyun. He became even more protective, especially when he found Baekhyun in a very, very close call in their own house. 

A Red Force member who came under the guise of being a delivery man had planned to attack Baekhyun. It has been learned that certain trained Red Force members have been tasked to go on covert missions and erase the "mistakes" of the past. Since then, Chanyeol had taken early paternity leave to look after his husband and have some well-deserved peace of mind. At this point, the report has already taken place with his professors offering him to publish his findings in one of the most prestigious journals. Though out to the world and met with initial resistance, Chanyeol had provided enough substantial proof that steps are now being taken to welcome people like his beautiful spouse into society. The public's opinion has been turned and the seemingly patterned attacks against carriers only strengthened his cause. The government is actually taking steps to protect everyone it governs. Several international groups have also been pressuring those involved to come clean. An investigation is still underway for the key figures of the Red Force organization and their involvement with the North. 

Several prominent researchers have reached out and asked to collaborate on a study about gestating and postpartum carriers as one of the principal writers. He has yet to answer. Since the news broke, the difficulty of finding subjects has waned gradually. Because he was the first to provide information with quite a degree of novelty and comprehensiveness while observing a live subject, Chanyeol has been referenced many times and called upon by different scientists to work with them.  None of which has gained a reply from him as he still continues to contemplate on a decision. Chanyeol really couldn’t have asked for anything more at this point. He had his dream job, his spouse by his side, and a family he gets to raise with him.

"Chanyeol, they're hurting again." Baekhyun whines, breaking him from his trance momentarily. He finds the carrier straddling him as he delicately tries to support his lactating breasts. Milk was seeping through the thin fabric of the only article of clothing he wore – Chanyeol's old tee.   Baekhyun's dad told him it was normal to lactate heavily this early into the pregnancy. He even used a breast pump back then to relieve the pain but the carrier himself finds it more efficient to go off the rails and do it this way. 

And Chanyeol would never deny his husband. He reaches a hand to caress the growing bump on his husband's belly and the other helps him find a more comfortable position on top while he is seated on his cock.

Right . The doctor had originally believed there was no way his husband would be even more insatiable than he was during his cycles. But he was again proven wrong. In fact, Baekhyun seemed... unquenchable . The usual food cravings that he expected would wake him up at 3 am to buy didn't come at all. To tell the truth, it was his husband's natural craving for sex that woke him up almost every crack of dawn. Chanyeol finds himself roused from sleep to the sound of whispers beside his ear begging him to put his cock inside him while gyrating on his lower half. More often than not, Baekhyun cannot sleep at all without milking his husband's cock while he emptied his breasts of milk.

"Yeol," Baekhyun quietly calls out. It was dark and the only thing illuminating his delicate features was the soft shine of the moon outside. Chanyeol supposes he was able to rest his eyes for a good half an hour after blacking out from their last session. Baekhyun appears to be already invigorated and prepared for another round with the way he clenched around him.

"How are they," Chanyeol cups his mounds before squeezing lightly, " this full so fast?"

"Ha–I-I don't know... mn, " Baekhyun quickly holds onto both of Chanyeol's wrists as the man squeezes decisively this time, "it's your fault."

"Mine?" Chanyeol asks in playful humor. He removes the shirt over his head before pinching both of his nipples. A light stream of milk escapes and Chanyeol tries his best to catch it with his tongue.

"You made my body this way," Baekhyun gasps as his husband swipes his tongue cleanly on one nipple, "you put a baby inside me and now you're complaining."

"Love, I'm not complaining," Chanyeol chuckles against his skin, sending goosebumps all over his torso and limbs. "If anything, I'm amazed how your body can do this ."

He placed his warm palm on his bump and rubbed soothing circles around it. Baekhyun fights a smile from forming before he eventually hides his face at the crook of Chanyeol's neck, earning another quiet laugh from the man. 

"I hate you." Chanyeol hears his pout.

"Oh really?" 

"Yes!" Baekhyun whines childishly.

"Says the one grinding on my cock." Baekhyun slaps his shoulder playfully as he looks at him, wondrous.

"Dr. Park!" Baekhyun speaks in feigned disbelief.

"Yes, Mr. Park?" Chanyeol replied teasingly because he knew had already won, whatever this is. The butterflies somersaulting in Baekhyun's abdomen were just as intense as the first time they tied the knot and the smile he has is just as bright, if not brighter.

Chanyeol resumes tending to his spouse i.e. making him cry deliriously from pleasure. He delivers careful licks around his areola before kneading them with the expertise he has come to learn. Ever since Baekhyun started lactating and developing breasts that fit right into his hands, Chanyeol loves seeing the fat spill in between his digits. Even the images of Baekhyun's mounds bouncing in tune with the pounding he's taking have been something Chanyeol wishes to burn forever in the back of his mind. One of the absolutely mind-breaking things that Baekhyun has specifically asked him to do was fucking in between the space that his soft bosom made while he takes what's left of his cock into his mouth. Chanyeol still remembers him desperately holding his breasts together while he hammers in between and having milk, cum, and spit all over him. He even made the attempt to sloppily lick his cock clean after and kissed it as thanks. Chanyeol had to physically hold himself back from releasing again.

On days when Baekhyun feels particularly aroused by a few notches higher, he keeps Chanyeol up all night that the man has to plug him full of either a large dildo or vibrator during the day so he could rest before his cock completely falls off. If he's lucky , Baekhyun's sexual cravings are manageable with completely milking him dry, in every sense of the word. He needs to feel wilted before he can ask Chanyeol to go again.

Most of the time, however, Chanyeol is incredulous at how much energy his pregnant spouse has.

A conversation with his carrier father-in-law had assured him that it was normal since his body was shooting twice the amount of hormones; though he warned him of what Baekhyun may experience during the birth. In his father's case of having a home birth – which he hadn't had much of a choice in – they didn't expect that his body would have the trouble of regulating the hormones it was producing. It kept fluctuating that the muscle cramps needed to position the baby ideally for pushing were delayed. It came to a point that his other father-in-law had to choose between saving his husband or his baby.

It appeared to be a painful memory for his in-law that Chanyeol didn't try to pry anymore. He assumes this was the reason Baekhyun did not have other siblings. Their conversation sent a chill in his bones and made him rethink his choices. 

Maybe he'll write them back about accepting the offer.

***

"Okay, class. That would be the last slide today. Do not forget to read the pages I've written on the board." Chanyeol marks the end of his discussion with a reading assignment that everyone in the class almost visibly groaned at when they saw the pages.

"If you have any questions, do not hesitate to email me or approach me at the faculty. Good day." The professor smiles at the students quickly rushing their things into their bags to go to their next classes.

Chanyeol had made the move of arranging his things amidst the quiet chatter of students leaving the lecture hall. He stops when a student calls him.

"Dr. Park," A petite male student with thick-rimmed glasses and bright round eyes approaches him with interest, "will we ever know who the brave carrier is?"

Chanyeol just smiles before he catches Baekhyun with a smirk exiting the room from the corner of his eye, "Who knows? Maybe you've already encountered him once."