The morning light streams through the window. I woke slowly, coming into conciousness aware only that I was wrapped in warmth. When I blinked my eyes open, I could see why. The comforter was wound around us, and he was sleeping, pressed back against my chest. He looked so good in the soft light. Brown curls rested on the pillow. His eyes were shut, and lips, full and perfect, just parted.
I wanted to leave him sleeping there, to watch him rest, but I had woken by a need spurned by the night before. My arm slid away from his waist, and instead fit between us. His hole, when my fingers found it, was still loose, and opened so nicely as I pushed two inside. He signed softly, but remained laying, eyes closed. I watched him for another moment before withdrawing my fingers, only to push them back in. I was finding evidence of our night before together. He was still slick, and I knew a contributing factor was from my cumming in him. He was so open, and despite that, tight. Those hot walls clenched down on my fingers as I moved them. And his voice began to work, little sighs and whimpers coming from him. I wondered what must be happening in his dreams.
More than that, I was thinking about how I just might go insane if I didn’t get my cock into his hole. I withdrew my fingers. To my suprise, he followed. He pushed his ass back, and made a whining sound as it was left empty.
“It’s okay, darling.” I cooed, pressing kisses to his shoulder.
He relaxed, and snuggled back into his pillow, still blissfully unaware of what was happening. I reached between us again. My cock was heavy and hot - it had been since I opened my eyes. I pulled my own hips back, giving me room to draw the head up to rest against his hole. He made a soft sound in the back of his throat, and pressed back instinctually.
I gave him what he wanted. In one solid stroke, I was fully buried back into his ass. He moaned aloud, now beginning to wake, but still pliable beneath my hands. I wasted no time. I grasped one of his thighs and lifted, and pulled nearly the whole way out as I thrust. It was fast, and dirty. He jerked and moaned. At first he tried to twist around to see what was happening, but free arm locked around his chest, holding him in place.
“Oh-! Fuck!” He whimpered, and dropped his head back onto the pillow as he realized what was happening.
I didn’t let up. It was just too good - the tightness around my cock, his moans, the way he was scrabbling at the sheets. I looked over his shoulder to see his own cock dripping precum on the sheets.
“Please…!” He whined the word out.
He reached back to grasp my hip, urging me to fuck deeper into him. My lips were glued to his neck, pressing kisses again the sweaty skin.
He came first, overwhelmed and still dazed by sleep, blabbering and begging as my cock rammed into him even as his body jerked from the orgasm. I followed soon, driving my hips into him and groaning low as I shot a few ropes into his tightness. He went right back to being limp, whimpering and pressing back, trying to milk out as much as he could from me.
“Don’t pull out…” He mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep again.
I settled down behind him, holding him tight and relishing the warmth around my cock. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep, and I followed suit, hoping I’d wake up first again.
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