NSB Oneshots Part 2

ᴋᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ: ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ

Warning: 18+ Read with caution.

Oliver gently kissed Kane on the head and told him it was time to get up. When Kane didn't respond, Oliver trailed kisses from his lips down to just below his navel. Kane let out a soft moan, his body stirring to life beneath Oliver's tender ministrations.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Oliver murmured against Kane's skin, his breath warm and ticklish. Kane shivered and arched into the touch, his cock already beginning to stir and swell.

"Mmm...don't wanna get up yet," Kane mumbled, burying his face in the pillow. Oliver chuckled and continued his path of kisses, dipping his tongue into Kane's navel and circling the sensitive rim.

Kane gasped and fisted a hand in Oliver's hair. "Fuck, babe..." he groaned, hips rolling up to meet Oliver's teasing mouth.

"I'll let you sleep a bit longer if you ask really nicely," Oliver purred, nuzzling into the coarse hairs at the base of Kane's shaft. Kane's cock bobbed and leaked, fully hard now and straining towards Oliver's face.

"Please," Kane whimpered, back bowing off the bed. "Please let me sleep just a bit longer."

"Aww, but you're so hard and ready for me already," Oliver cooed. "Maybe I should just take care of this for you first and then you can go back to sleep."

"Yes, please, god yes," Kane babbled, too far gone to care about the morning anymore. All he could focus on was the hot, wet suction of Oliver's mouth engulfing the head of his cock and the torturous licks laving over his shaft.

Oliver swallowed him down to the root, nose nestling in the wiry curls as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. Kane nearly sobbed, hands scrabbling at the sheets as his pleasure built. When Oliver took him deep again, swallowing around him, Kane shouted and came with a full body shudder, spilling his release down Oliver's eager throat.

"Good boy," Oliver praised as Kane softened in his mouth. "Now go back to sleep, I'll take care of everything today."

Kane could only moan in response, boneless and sated, as he let the darkness of sleep reclaim him. When he finally resurfaced hours later, the memories of Oliver's mouth on him were still vivid, his skin still tingling. Whatever Oliver had done to him that morning had left Kane incredibly horny the rest of the day, squirming in his pants and counting down the hours until he could drag Oliver back to bed and have a repeat performance.