SanrioMilk

The late morning’s sunlight spilled lazily through the blinds of their small apartment’s bedroom.

It was one of those impossibly rare Sundays.

No buzzing phone, no urgent calls.

No cryptic government briefings pulling Leon away at the ungodly hours.

Most importantly, there were no world-ending threats lurking beyond the edges of their little sanctuary.

Just peace.

Just the two of them, tangled together like they had all the time in the world.

Leon laid on his back with her tucked perfectly against his side. Her head rested on his chest, warm and still a little sleepy.

One arm curled around her waist, his hand guiding…holding her close. The other hand was tracing idle circles along the bare skin of her hip just beneath the thin sheet.

She fit against him like she belonged there; soft where he was hard, shy where he was sure.

Leon stared at the ceiling for a moment, listening to her soft breathing…before a faint smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He pressed a lingering kiss on the top of her head. “You know what day it is?” His voice still rough with sleep.

“Mm?” She shifted slightly, pressing closer without opening her eyes. “…lazy Sunday.” A faint whisper.

“Exactly.” Leon shifted just enough to roll her onto her back beneath him. Careful and gently, his body hovering as he braced on one forearm “Mmm… you know what I’m thinking?” but still with that familiar playful tone.

His free hand drifting along her side, until his thumb teasingly brushed the underside of her breast. “Means we’ve got time for breakfast.” He said with a smirk.

Her cheeks started to flush as she nuzzled closer, hiding her face against his neck.

She knew that tone; knew exactly what “breakfast” meant between them.

The secret code they’d developed over stolen nights and quiet mornings. The turning of something sinfully dirty into something sweetly innocent.

She still got that shy flutter in her stomach every time he said it out loud. “Breakfast sounds…” She bit her lip. “…good.” A murmur, soft and bare. Almost innocent…almost.

“Yeah?” Leon let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrated against her. “Then tell me, baby…how do you want your breakfast this morning?” His voice still husky.

He dipped his head to kiss the corner of her jaw, then letting his lips brush down her throat - his breath hot against her pulse. His hand kept exploring: slowly and reverently. His fingertips tracing the dip of her waist, lowering until they graze over the sensitive skin just inside the plush of her soft thighs.

He didn’t push. Just teased. Letting the heat build. He was patient with her. He had experienced in knowing exactly how to ease her out of that shyness.

“Leon…” She squirmed a little under his touch, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

He grinned against her skin. “Come on. Don’t get shy on me now.” Playful and confidently, teasing her through every word.

“How do you want your eggs?” His voice dropped. It was suggestive. He kept the breakfast charade going like it was the most normal conversation in the world.

“Sunny side up?” His fingers traced higher. “…warm” brushing the sensitive crease where her thigh met her hip. “…open” then retreating again. “…and all glistening just waiting for me to take my sweet time with?” He edges her gently.

“Or over easy…” He coos. “Flipping you nice and slow, so everything stays soft and dripping.”

She bit her lip. Her cheeks burned. She let out a small gasp as his palm flattened warmly against her lower belly. His thumb circling lazily just above where she was already starting to ache.

“Leon… you’re awful.” she whimpered. Her body arched subtly into his hand.

“Awful?” He gave another soft chuckle, before kissing her collarbone. “I’m just hungry.”

His hand now slipping lower to cup her gently between the sweet of her thighs. Still over the thin fabric of her panties, his thumb pressing inwards and dragging in slow circles.

“How about scrambled?” He continued with his lips brushing against her ears. “All mixed up and messy…” Now, his fingers eased beneath the waistband. “Me working you until you’re trembling and can’t even remember which way is up?”

He strokes her with light touches, as the warmth of her cunt becomes even more slick. “Or hard-boiled, something with a resistance…” He coaxes her. “Me holding you right on the edge until you’re begging for that first crack?”

That last part was enough to make her shiver. Her fingers clutched at his shoulder, with her nails digging in.

“Leon, I—maybe…” as a soft whimper escaped her. The shyness was still there, but his teasing was melting it away, bit by bit, “Maybe… scrambled.” she admitted breathlessly. “A little messy sounds…good.”

“That’s my girl, scrambled it is.” Leon’s eyes darkening with approval as he kissed her slow and deep.

“And what about pancakes? Can’t have breakfast without pancakes.” His hand never stopping the stimulation, as thumb circles her clit lazily while two fingers teased at her entrance.

“Where do you want the syrup, sweetheart?” He skillfully slides just the tip in, and out. Keeping her right on that delicious edge.

“Poured on top, dripping down nice and slow?” He nipped her earlobe playfully. “Or maybe… between each fold…” He lets out a deep groan. “Thick and sticky.” He leaves butterfly kisses along her neck. “With me licking up every last drop until you’re shaking and making the prettiest little sounds?”

She squirmed under him. Her thighs pressing around his hand as she can’t help but to let out a soft giggle. “Leon… we’re just talking about breakfast, right?”

“We’re just talking about breakfast here.” He teased. “Perfectly innocent Sunday morning food…nothing dirty at all.”

She let out a soft embarrassed whine, hiding her face against his neck. “You’re going to make me say it out loud, aren’t you?” Her hips rocked against his fingers, chasing the pleasure he was guiding her through.

“Absolutely.” He teased, grinning against her skin.

“Bacon on the side? Crispy and sizzling. Me nibbling until you’re arching and gasping?” His free hand sliding up to cup her breast, his thumb toying with her nipple. “Or sausage? Thick and meaty to fill you up just right.” His fingers dipped even deeper inside of her now. “So you feel every inch.” They curl gently, while still thrusting into her.

“Or an omelette?” Leon groaned, pressing his body even closer so she could feel exactly how much he wanted this. “Stuffed full with everything and me folding you just right until it’s overflowing.” How much he wanted her.

She breathed. Pleading, as her shyness melting under his administrations.

“Waffles, as well? Golden and crisp on the outside, soft and warm inside.” She was getting wetter already; he could feel it. “Topped with whipped cream I could swirl all over until it’s melting everywhere.”

“Leon…” She breathes heavily.

“Cereal, too… pouring warm milk over and watching it get all creamy and overflowing.” His thumb pressed firmer on her clit, circling faster. “Making a mess we’ll both enjoy cleaning up.” His other hand massaging her breasts.

“How about fresh-squeezed juice?” His voice a bit rougher now, but still playful. “Sweet, me drinking every bit you give me until there’s nothing left.”

She was fully into it now.

“Syrup between each fold.” Shy giggles turning into breathy moans. “Scrambled eggs…” She arched into his touch with her legs spreading wider for him. “Extra sausage…” Her eyes finally meets his. “And whipped cream!” In them, there was that sinful spark, flickering even brighter. “Lots of it.”

“Please, Leon!” She cries.

“That’s my girl.” Leon’s smile turned wickedly sweet against her lips. “Best breakfast order I’ve ever heard!” He kisses her deep and slow with an insatiable hunger.

The experienced lover in him surges forward as he rolled fully on top of her. Their bodies fitting together like they were made for lazy mornings like this.

The world outside could wait.

In here, it was just lazy sunlight and tangled sheets.

It was just the two of them turning “breakfast” into something deliciously filthy…