A bird chirped. Graham looked out the window and spotted the dawning horizon. The creases of his mouth stretched to form a perfect “0” as he yawned, hitting 3 different octaves and arching his shoulders back in a stretch. He glanced down to see a mop of blonde hair nestled on the other end of the bed. Graham’s sleepy eyes waited in silence for the slumbering lover to wake up. He considered making breakfast, but his still sleepy mind was too slow, for his significant other had already woken up. Damon rubbed his eyes and turned over to face Graham. The early riser said nothing, but instead waited for the sleepyhead to fully awaken. They said nothing to each other and paused in a standoff until Damon’s sleepy moans broke the comfortable hush.
“Gra…” he whined, eyes still closed. He reached for his mate tiredly.
“Hmm?” Graham’s soothing hum got Damon’s attention.
“Have you got any plans today?” he slowly drew out.
Graham thought for a second. “I’ve got plans later,” Damon cut him off.
“Well, how much later?”
“I dunno, in an hour or two?” Damon sat quietly without a response. “Why, Da? Why were you asking?”
Damon’s eyes grew wider as a grin spread upon his cheeks. He laughed wildly and rolled over next to Graham. He leaned his shoulder on the bed frame to better adjust his view. He stroked Graham’s upper arm as he spoke. “How about a little playtime before you go, eh?”
“Fuck off, Damon. You know I’m not a morning person.”
“Oh fine then, cunt.” Damon’s voice trailed off. Obviously hurt, he leapt out of bed and began putting on his shirt. “Listen, I just propose something to you and you just shot it off just like that without any sort of consideration,” he began.
“Fine, fine.” Graham interjected.
“No, no! not if you’re gonna be all…” Damon franticly waved his arms about. “You know.”
“Damon, please. I’m sorry, alright?” Damon stopped and looked at his eyes. Graham looked great sitting like that. It really did turn him on. “I don’t… I don’t mean to be like that.” He got up and walked toward Damon.
As soon as he got close, Damon grabbed him and pulled him toward himself. “I know… You just get me all sexy in the morning, Gra.”
“R… Really?” Graham shivered.
Damon grinned again. “Yeah. Of course. with your hair all wild like that,” Damon ruffled his hair playfully, “and the sun beating down on you. It’s really…” Graham rested his head on Damon’s shoulder. They stood there for a moment. Graham giggled and cheekily reached down for Damon’s cock. Damon chuckled. “Oh-ho, like that, are we?” he said, pulling away sportingly. Graham enticingly sat on the bed, inviting the blondie to join him. Damon crept up toward him, pushing Graham once again back against the bed frame. Damon licked his lips and swept in for a kiss. The brunet once again reached down for Damon’s cock but this time didn’t let go. His hand gyrated up and down on the member causing Damon to let out Graham’s name in a whimper. Damon meanwhile was eagerly grabbing a bottle of what appeared to be lube from the nightstand, and massaging Graham’s hole with his middle finger. He then suddenly stuck the finger in, without warning Graham, which sent a shock up and down Graham’s spine.
“Jesus, Damon. Warn me next time you do something like that..” But Damon couldn’t hear it. He stuck his pointer in to join the middle, which sent Graham gasping for air. Damon kissed Gra’s chest and then licked his way back up to the mouth. “Damon… Just get on with it…” He exclaimed laughingly in between kisses.
Damon obliged. He shoved his sore cock into Graham’s tender nethers. He had to clench his fists to keep from cumming right then and there. Feeling Graham’s insides was not unusual to the blond, but it was unceasingly pleasant.
Not 2 minutes later Graham was tensing up. His stomach got that familiar churning sensation. “Da, it’s… I’m… I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Harder, Damon, harder.” Damon smiled wickedly as he knew how close he was to finishing his partner off. Graham shook and moaned as his hot spunk shot out of his cock. Not long after was Damon, wailing and screaming Graham’s name.
They both sighed and rolled onto their sides. They took three excruciatingly long breaths until Damon rolled back over to snog his lover one last time, before he got up to make breakfast.
