#micheangelo

Mikey always had a tendency to hold onto you when you both slept. Being pressed up against you always guaranteed him a good nights rest.

And on mornings like today it guaranteed him some early access to his favorite spots. Those biceps of his had you caged in the middle of the night but close to dawn a hand of his had found its way between your thighs. Mikey often did this to get some warmth.

Now though? As the still quiet of the dawn began to shift into morning routines of the rest of the brothers in the Lair, Mikey had awoken and awoken he’d felt a deep desire.

This wasn’t a strange occurrence for the two of you. Long ago you both had expressed this to be okay and welcomed way to start the day.

So it wasn’t odd when that hand still between your legs shifted, the gentle trek to cup your clothes crotch making your brows twitch. Mikey’s face was still buried in your hair, a gentle churr making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. The tickling stirred you but it didn’t awaken you. Mikey’s hand rubbed gently, the inviting warmth making his sleepy blue eyes blink more of the grogginess away.

The arm you had been sleeping on for most of the night had shifted several times but this time you could feel that hand find your breast. Mikey could literally cope a feel whilst asleep, at this rate it was just endearing how naturally he did it when he was asleep.

Now though? Now he gripped with a little more purpose, diligent in running the pad of a finger over your nipple. That surely got a soft moan to escape your lips, lightly stirring some more when he gently pinched.

Mikey’s lips kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder, he inhaled the scent of your skin and sighed happily. He could smell you all day, the nice mix of your perfumes and his scent, his marking.

When he pushed your underwear to the side, enough for a digit to rub gentle circles over your lips, the light moisture that had began to gather had only pushed him further into his need. The hand at your breast groped, fondled and pinched.

Your eyes fluttered open once he pushed a digit inside of you, the fullness making you moan. The slight disorientation gave way quickly to pleasure once Mikey’s soft voice praised how wet you were for him.

There was a grunt mixed in with a churr, Mikey had pressed his clothed errection against your rear.

“G—Good mornin’” was all you managed to purr out when Mikey’s soft chuckling bounced off your skin.

“Morning baby, how’d you sleep?” Mikey enunciated his question with another flick of his finger.

Your mouth opened to answer but only a moan left.

The hand at your breast squeezed a little tighter as Mikey’s mouth found your neck and sucked. The digit inside of your quickened its pace.

“Oh—fuck, can…?” You didn’t have to finish your question, his thumb was on your clit and with just enough force and movement he had you unraveling. “That’s my giiiirl.” Mikey whispered as the jitters and little aftershocks gripped his digit. When he pulled it out you could already hear it how he sucked it clean.

Mikey’s chuckle was muffled by your kiss as you pushed him onto his shell, the nest of pillows accommodating him as you climbed on top of him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, I was thinking about sleeping in today.” You sat back, hands sneaking back to help him out of his underwear.

“Who said we couldn’t?” That charming knowing smile of his looked even prettier as it broke into a gasp. You pushed yourself down on him, enjoying how even fuller it felt to have him this way. There was a curve to him that always made your knees a little extra wobbly.

Mikey’s hands landed on your wast just as your own landed on his plastron.

“So what do you say? Should we stay in bed all day?” The first sway of your hips made him moan, hands gripping your waist.