... I blink ...
and I'm awake. The cool, grey light of a summer dawn fills the room. I close my eyes again; plenty of time before morning... No, definitely awake.
You lie on the other pillow, a shadow of stubble on your cheeks. Your strong features blurred by sleep, your mouth slack, slightly open. Soft snores greet the dawn. You look so peaceful. I wonder can I do something about that?...
Your body is outlined by the sheet which is all that covers us. I slip carefully down under the sheet. In the dimness you lie exposed. One hand rests by your head the other on your hip. Your chest hair is a soft carpet. My gaze moves down; your belly, not the six-pack you aspire to but trim nontheless, your hips, almost smooth, your thighs, strong, muscled with a colouring of hair. Your sex; a luxuriant bush dark against your skin, your balls lying slack against your thigh, your cock soft, shrunken, sleepy.
I gaze a little longer, then blow, gently. Your breathing hitches, your balls tighten slightly. I pause, waiting as you settle again. I move carefully closer and breathe warm air into your bush around the base of your cock. He stirs ever so slightly; you, sleep on...
My tongue, soft and slack, slides over your tightening ballsack and up your cock. Now you stir. I back off and wait until you settle again.
I come closer again, blowing softly and licking your balls and cock. He swells now and I envelop him with my lips. As my tongue caresses him you jerk but then lie still. You're awake now but pretending to sleep, your breathing artificially even, your body extra still.
I slide my tongue around your cock as he swells in my mouth, my jaw pushed further open as he grows. I pull back and lick along his length. You croon languidly as I take him back in my mouth, sliding slowly down. I pull off and slide back on. Slowly, ever so slowly...