*EDITED BY WHITEWAVE48*
I'll never know why I woke up, looking at you with only the pale moon lighting up your face, so calm, so peaceful, but at the same time so sad. I cuddle closer, feeling the warmth of your scrawny frame against me, nuzzling your ear. You make some mottled noise and roil in the sheets. I want to stroke your hair, to hold you tight and to set you free form those chains that hold you to the past. I have my own shit, waiting for me when the sun comes up again. But not here, and not now.
My hand slides over your thigh, finding that familiar bulge that I know so well. Cupping it, squeezing it, working it. You make some groggy sound as you open your eyes, your manhood also rousing in my palm.
"Shhh," I hush, putting a finger to my lips for you. But I don't try to stop your cock. No, I just encourage it, feeling the firm head against my palm, then the throbbing of your pulse as I wrap my fingers around it and Give it a little squeeze. I plant a light kiss on your lips as I run my fingers up and down on it, gently.
You try to kiss me deeper, but I hold your head down and shake my head silently. Holding your rod, my thumb starts to caress its head, using your precum to lubricate. I stroke your hair for a few moments, looking into your eyes. Tired, confused, and full of lust. I grin, a naughty grin, as I slip under the sheets, feeling the cool fabric on my naked skin. I kiss down your chest and stomach, my hair dragging behind my lips like silky long streamers. My nipple grazes your cock for a moment, sending a strange thrill through both of us.
The tip of my tongue sneaks out, circling the top of your dick, finding all the special little places that set you off and make you shiver, tickling them teasing them. You see the shifting lump in the sheets, and here a soft chuckle whenever you suddenly jerk or gasp. And then, you feel my warm mouth around you, my tongue sliding about. Slower, more deliberate, my lips going back and forth, deeper and deeper.