Dolan Twins Imagines/Drabbles

SMUT Grayson x Good Morning

I woke up only moments before Grayson, pushing myself up on my elbows as I lay on my stomach, studying his serene face. 

His full lips were parted in deep breaths, the occasional snore rumbling from his throat. His long lashes kissed his cheekbones, his tan skin smooth and slightly pink from the warmth beneath the thick duvet. 

I pulled my body in closer to his, my bralette clad chest pushing against his rigid body. We were both still half naked from the night before, and I wanted nothing more than to repeat last nights lustful actions. 

I ran my hand down Grayson's bare chest, his eyes fluttering as he stirred from his sleep. 

"Good morning," I squeaked, in a voice almost too sweet for whatever time it was. Grayson squinted as he blinked his eyes open, his body slightly contorting into a stretch as a little groan left his lips. 

"It's fucking warm in here," Grayson grunted, his morning voice apparent and endearing as he kicked the duvet from his legs. 

I walked my elbows closer to him until I was sprawled over his chest, my lips reaching to kiss his stubbly chin. 

"And I'm starving," Grayson sighed as his hand met my back and his eyes fluttered closed again. 

"I ordered breakfast then fell back asleep," he explained as my hand that was previously on his chest started to drift lower, my fingertips lightly grazing his warm skin as they travelled to the tops of his boxers. 

"I got you blueberry açai," He hummed, eyes still closed, ignoring my advances on him. 

I kissed his chin again, trailing my lips to the corner of his as my hand gripped him over his boxers. 

"Mhm," I hummed out to him, moving my hand over his length through his boxers. 

Grayson was on his phone probably checking the status on the Postmates as I started to feel him hardening at my touch. 

"He's gonna be here in—fuck, 5 minutes," He announced as I traced the outline of him over his boxers still. 

I just nodded, not even looking at him as I started to pull back the elastic on his boxers. He lifted his hips slightly so I could pull the material the rest of the way down from his hips, his length resting against his snail trail and reaching towards his bellybutton. 

I danced my fingertips along his length, tracing each ridge and bump around his veins as a deep groan floated from Grayson's lips.

"Do you think we can do this in 5 minutes?" He asked, raising his head from the pillow to watch me as I pressed my tongue flat to his head. 

"That's up to you," I replied, lips moving against his head and making his lip quiver in pleasure. 

I dragged my tongue from base to tip, swirling my tongue around the head as Grayson reached out and grabbed onto my jaw as he watched me. As soon as I slid my lips over him, his head tilted back in ecstasy. 

"Fuck. 5 minutes is plenty," he groaned as I slid my lips farther down him, my tongue pressing against him as I did so. 

I worked my hand from the base up, his silky skin warm and soft in my hand as I felt him harden more. Grayson had one hand behind his head, holding himself up from the pillow so he could watch me whilst the other desperately grasped a handful of my hair, wrapping his fist in it as I continued my actions. 

I focused on the head as I looked up at him through my lashes, my tongue tracing the underside the head, my lips pursing over him. 

"Fuck, I wish I had time to fuck you right now," Grayson groaned as I smiled against his length, satisfied with his words. 

The combination of my hand and mouth on him must have been sending him into a restless frenzy above me as I felt his fingers clenching in my hair, his thighs tense and his abdomen flexing as he breathed deeply. 

His taste filled my mouth, my whole body lusting for him as I looked up and saw his eyes showing me the same. 

"Fuck, angel," he breathed out as he started to lift his hips from the bed to buck towards my mouth. 

"2 minutes," he reminded me as I pushed his hips back from my face, trying to plant them back into the mattress despite our time constraint. 

"Oh shit, no, no, he's around the corner," Gray sounded panicked and disappointed, his hand in my hair pushing me farther onto his length.

 I let him be in a control for a few seconds, controlling the bob of my head on him before I pulled back, intent on finishing him off with my hand. 

"Fuck, I'm there," Grayson groaned, hand still wound in my hair as I moved my hand over his length. 

I leaned forward and pressed my tongue to the underside of his head once more and that was all it took for him to orgasm, his warm finish spilling over my fist. 

Grayson hardly had a few seconds to recover before there was a swift and loud knock on the door, signalling that the food was here. 

"Oh my god, this is the best morning ever,"