Resistance is so very clearly futile 🖤

Waking up in the middle of the night. I'm holding my boy against me, my chest against his back, my arms loosely wrapped around him. He's sound asleep and breathing softly, so fucking adorable. I can't really hold myself back.

One of my hands moves to grope him anywhere I can reach, pulling him impossibly closer, while the other teases just under the waistband of his boxers. I can already feel him squirming. He's such a needy boy even in his sleep. My hand slips under his waistband. His thighs push together as my thumb rubs at his inner thigh. His breathing is faster too.

I finally give in, my fingers shifting to feel how wet he is. I plant gentle kisses on his neck as my fingers rub at him in slow circles. I swear I feel myself throbbing as I hear him make a little noise. I start grinding against his ass, I can't hold it when he sounds so sweet. I slip a couple of fingers into him, trying to match the pace of the messy thrusts of my hips.

His moans turn more urgent, I assume he's starting to wake up, but it's not like I care. I just coo at him to stay still. I need this. Besides, it feels good, no? My thumb rubs at his swollen cock while I curl my fingers deep inside his cunt. I bet he wants me to fuck him properly. I remove my hands from him, shuddering as I hear him whine at the loss. I move to rummage through the night drawer, getting myself ready hastily.

I move him onto his back, a little rougher than necessary. I pull his boxers down and out of the way before firmly spreading his thighs apart. At this point I can see him stare up at me, dazed and confused. Poor puppy. Oh well. I practically slam into him, starting out with already urgent thrusts. He tries to grab at me, so I grip his wrists. I move his hands to literally choke himself, my hands staying firmly on top of his. His moans slowly get quieter as his eyes get unfocused, yet his cunt clenches around me like he's starving for it.

eventually you’re grinding into each other, gasping into eachother’s mouths between heated kisses. and god, they’re just so beautiful— and you need them. so you can’t help but whisper between love-bites on their neck, begging them to let you taste them. because you need it so bad, you’re trembling at the thought.

obviously, this is where they’re a bit iffy. not because they don’t want to. but because nobody’s ever made them feel good before. their last experiences were spent with people who didn’t know what they were doing. but you? you’ve been waiting for this— waiting for them. so when you start kissing your way down their body, they get nervous, their hands flying to your hair as a way to ground themselves.

i just took a work call on audio only because i couldn't be bothered to cover up. just completely abandoned the easy-to-put-on sweater that i had been wearing, pulled my headset on, and made vague work-like noises while i squirmed, leaky and exposed.

did i also slip a hand between my legs and rub my aching, needy clit through the silences? i mean, obviously.