what a way to wake up - fw

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Fionn awoke for an unknown reason. His eyes stayed shut but he was certainly awake now. He could feel the sunlight peeking at him through the curtains, hear the sound of school children walking underneath their open window and feel the last trace of slumber slip away from his grasp.

He felt for his partner in their spot next to him. But his hands grasped on empty sheets. Their side of the duvet was bent at the corner and the spot still bore a faint warmth though, telling him that Y/N was nearby. Maybe they were downstairs making breakfast. Or coffee. Or maybe they were in the bathroom. Or maybe they went for a walk. Fionn continud to list off the posibilities in his head despite his foggy state of mind.

Wriggling a little, Fionn tried to reclaim his comfort under the covers but then something made him feel a whole lot more at ease. Perhaps this was a dream. He certainly felt lighter than usual.

He closed his eyes to get back to sleep when his breathing caught in his throat, releasing in a burst. The feeling worked its way back into his body, slowly moving down. Until it reached his tummy. There was a tingle buidling in his stomach, glowing and warm.

Hand slipping down, it came into contact with curls of hair that he just recognised were part of the tingling's source. They moved as one as the head they were attached to shook and shifted over him. The tingle grew to immense pleasure and Fionn let a moan slip out, ending with another high-pitched gasp. A vibration rippled through his body as he gripped the hair tighter.

He pushed back the covers with his other hand, over the lump on top of him, to reveal Y/N just as they took him completely in their mouth. He was swamped by the eroticism of the appearance. Groaning loudly, his hips bucked into their mouth. He heard them gag then chuckle around him.

Gripping their hair tighter with his fingers weaved amidst the curls, Fionn guided them in his dazed state on his cock. Their hands scratched down his chest then down his thighs. With a loving flick of the tongue, Y/N released him with a pop only to smile up at him.

"Morning." Their tongue grazed over their lower lip before they bit it, their hand cupping his balls and fondling him.

"Good morning," Fionn sighed dreamily, enjoying the teasing as it tantalisingly flickered in his belly. He was far too responsive to orgasm this soon and this early in the morning. Luckily for him, Y/N was content with taking their time and drawing out every possible and delightful response from their boyfriend before letting him reach his climax.

Luckily for them, when they were finished with him and he was completely spent, Fionn was only too happy to treat them with the same respect the following morning. His tongue was just as wickedly talented as theirs and he also had the same dogged determination to please his partner.

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