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The comforting warmth tickled his face and the places of naked, sun-kissed skin that the blankets had failed to cover. The sun herself wanted to wake Asra today, stretching out her warm rays and caressing his cheeks. Instead of opening his eyes, the young man inhaled deeply and bathed in the presence of his significant other. It was like they were here right next to him, when he was surrounded by their scent and engulfed in the warmth of the sun that held him like a lover.
After what felt like hours of satisfying snoozing, he opened one eye to find the bed next to him empty. Right, he told himself, they wanted to get up early today and fetch this rare kind of bread from the other end of the city. A smile played on his lips just from the thought of his partner and a warm feeling welled in the pit of his stomach and settled into his fingertips, tingling deliciously.
Asra let out a sigh and rolled over on his side, burying his face in their pillow, fluffy waves of hair squishing against the fabric. He couldn´t wait for them to come back and be gifted by their smile. The longer he thought about them the more another, if just as familiar feeling kept him from returning to the depths of sleep.
The wandering magician just couldn´t help it. His loved one was so precious, so lovely and gorgeous in every single way, and how they had screamed out his name yesterday… The echo of the cry of raw pleasure still resounded in Asra´s ear as he recalled the moment. Within a span of a few minutes, the covers felt too heavy and had to be removed. It was too warm for the pretty boy as he lazily writhed in the sheets in all of his naked glory.
When his lovely thoughts and urges had built up into one single, loud, overwhelming command, he gave into the need. Asra´s hand moved down his torso in slow motion, fingertips hovering above the skin and only momentarily coming down to lightly tickle and excite his nerves, to wrap around his aching, hard cock. A sharp inhale and rattling exhale combined with the sound of skin moving against skin were the only sounds in the room, yet Asra heard so much more. His name had toppled off their lips like a mantra, repeatedly gaining in volume and the desperate need for his touch, his kiss, his love.
He swivelled his thumb around the head, spreading his pre cum to wet his hand and member as he squeezed. His back arched, agile like the one of a cat, and he slowly started to pump himself. Asra´s eyes were squeezed shut, projecting last night´s events against the black void of his eyelids. They had pleaded, every naughty word leaving their mouth between moans and cries while he had fucked them nice and hard into the mattress. Nonetheless, the word had left their lips again and again, always changing its desire. “Please, fuck me, Asra! Please, let me cum! Please, fuck me harder!”
Asra´s hand increased its pace, pumping and fucking his cock as the temperature in the room seemed to rise. His own hand wasn´t enough, it wasn´t their heat surrounding him. Slowly, the desperate need for release turned into a frenzy, making him chase pleasure with the jerking of his hips and bending of his knees, having to search for purchase on the sheets, his hair, the bed pole, while his lungs felt too tight for all of the needed air. Asra was panting, gasping and sweating, ignoring the open window as he let out grunts and cries while their name formed on his lips.
He needed something to fall off the edge, he needed more, he needed them. His hand no longer belonged to him, it was their heat that wrapped around his rock-hard, thick length and Asra moaned. How beautiful they had looked, mouth stuffed full of his cock while he held their hair, muffling their moans right in their throat. Spit and cum had oozed out next to his cock, running down rosy cheeks and dripping down their chin and they had looked so, so beautiful. Yes, yes that was it!
By now, Asra was crying out loudly, thrashing and twitching as his bumpy ride led him gently over the cliff. His cock spilled violently and painted his stomach and chin with hot seed. Muscles and joints, raw and aching, eased out of their tight dance as his back slumped against the mattress with a bounce. His throat felt sore and dry while he bathed in the afterglow of pleasure, not daring to open his eyes and break the spell.
When he finally did, lungs filtering enough air to shoo away the fog and his left arm lying next to him like the limb of a doll, a warm smile formed on his face when he spotted his partner standing in the doorway.
“I just thought of you.”
“I could see that.”, they giggled and sat down next to him, to the hot mess he was. “You know, you could´ve just waited for 20 more minutes and I would have been here.”
Asra didn´t reply, just dreamily stroked away a strand of hair from their face with his right hand, eyes fixated on their smile. It seemed like they´d stood there for a little longer actually, considering that they had brought a wet towel from the bathroom. Asra hissed softly as they gently wiped him clean, not bothering to get up and escape his wonderful warm day dream. They understood and kissed his forehead. As Asra´s gaze wandered over their features, he felt so utterly calmed, happy and at home.
No words can describe how much I´ve loved you and no vow will be convincing enough to tell you that I´ll continue to do so until the day I die.
“Let´s eat in bed, then.”