Sunrise From Indigo
Save Me: Joey
By skeabs

The press of your lips on mine wakes me from my slumber induced by a boring movie. You're sprawled on top of me, pressing me back into the couch as snow clicks off and becomes the 11 o'clock news.

I open my lips to your prodding tongue as I run my hands up from their resting place at the hollow of your back, up your neck, to clasp the sides of your head. With my hands on either side of your face I tilt your head slightly, changing the angle to allow you better access into my mouth.

You moan at the deeper contact, then withdraw, sliding off the couch and pulling me up with you.

"Bed," you say and I nod.

Upstairs you pull my shirt off, unbutton my pants and lead me out of them. My boxers follow as you push me back on the bed. I sprawl lazily as you undress yourself, dropping your clothes on top of mine on the floor.

You stand next to the bed, just gazing down, a look of near wonder on your face. "Come on," I whisper, and hold my hand out to you.

You take it and trace your hand down my arm to my shoulder, following your hand's path with your lips until your face is buried in my neck and you are sprawled again on top of me. Once you're settled I wrap my arms around you, and bury my face in your neck. You feel so good, wrapped in my arms. You raise your head and catch my eyes.

"Take me away," I breathe, and you press your lips to mine, lips parting quickly so our tongues can mesh together. Sleep edged arousal flashes through me, and my hands drift from your back down to your hips, pulling you tighter against me, grinding us together.

You take this motion and make it your own, pushing down on me. There's no working for it tonight, no foreplay. We're both ready.

I fumble for the tube we keep on our nightstand, and squeeze lube onto both our hands. My hand goes down your front, finding hardened skin and muscle. I gently squeeze the stiff flesh as I massage the lube in a velvety caress. You pant harder into my ear, and find my entrance with your own hand, spreading the lubricant around before pushing first one, then two fingers inside. Long practice enables you to find the spot… that spot… immediately, and I'm gasping and arching off the bed. Begging for you.

You remove your fingers and replace them with blunt tip of your dick, and capture my lips with your own before pushing inside. I'm beyond pain; it feels so good. I refuse to let your lips free from mine, and I grab your hips, trying to quicken your thrusting.

But you take advantage of the sleep still fogging my brain, and maintain your slow, deep rhythm. You're hitting that spot every time, and I don't know that I can hold out much longer. You reach one hand down the front, and find my dick, squeezing and jerking until I come with a soft moan. You thrust once or twice more, and come inside me, gasping into my mouth as our lips are still connected.

I'm on the verge of sleep again when you grab tissues from the box on the nightstand and run them over my belly where the cum pools. When we're both clean you throw the tissues in the trashcan and lay back, pulling me against you. I'm more than half asleep as I sprawl across your chest, and you kiss the top of my head as you whisper goodnight.

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