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The sun sets outside, bringing another day to an end and painting the sky in the colors of twilight. Through the window, it’s possible to see the first signs that autumn is coming to an end and that winter will soon begin.
It means that you’re running out of time.
The days go by, and you grow more and more anxious. Isaac’s birthday is coming, and you still have no idea how to celebrate it or what to give him as a gift. Nothing seems good enough.
Sitting in your bedroom, you tap the tip of the pencil against your chin while staring at the small list you’re trying to make. A few items are crossed out, but they’re all ideas for places to go and useful things to have — each one carefully thought out with Isaac and his preferences in mind. Still, something doesn’t quite fit; it feels like there’s something missing for it to be perfect.
With a sigh, you drop the pen onto the desk, giving up on thinking of more options for now. Your time is growing shorter with each passing day, but you won’t be able to figure this out right now.
Three knocks on the door, followed by the voice you love most calling your name, pull you out of your daydreams.
“Isaac!” you reply excitedly. Folding the paper, you slip it into the drawer so your boyfriend won’t see it, then go to open the door. “Welcome back!”
You barely wait for him to close the door behind him before throwing yourself into his arms, wrapping them around his neck and placing a kiss on his cheek — which already turns slightly red from all the attention.
“Thank you, it’s good to be home,” he replies softly.
Isaac hugs you back, his face fitting into the curve of your neck as he takes a deep breath. You feel his body relax a little, though he still seems somewhat tense. When he lifts his head, you can take a better look at him. He’s still wearing the cloak he uses at the university, his hair slightly tousled, and dark circles under his eyes that show just how tired he is. Your hand moves toward them, gently caressing the area with the tips of your fingers.
You probably make a worried face and furrow your brow, because in the very next moment you feel the tip of his finger pressing against your forehead, as if he’s trying to smooth it out.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs. “Things are hectic at the university this week, but it’ll be over soon.”
“Just promise me you won’t overwork yourself, okay?” You pout and look at him expectantly.
“I promise I’m doing the best I can,” he replies with a tired smile.
And just like that, as if a light suddenly switched on in your mind, a good idea comes to you. If Isaac is this tired and — apparently — has trouble relaxing and taking care of himself, you’ll do it for him. That will be your gift, and the way you’ll celebrate Isaac’s birthday with him.
You could hardly wait to sit down and organize everything.
When the 25th finally arrives, you can barely contain your excitement. As the sun’s rays begin to shine outside and the birds start to sing, you get up as quietly as possible and head toward the kitchen for the second birthday surprise.
The first one had been the day before, when you told Isaac to pack his bags because you were going to travel to one of Comte’s country houses, the perfect place to relax and have some privacy. You wondered for a moment whether he would want to spend hours inside a carriage traveling to celebrate his birthday away from the mansion, but he was excited by the idea. Little did he know it was only the beginning of the celebrations.
You take a bit longer than you planned, but you manage to do everything you wanted. Finishing brewing the coffee just the way he likes it, you arrange the cup on the tray along with pancakes, apple tartlets, and bread with butter and jam on the side — maybe you got a little carried away. You pick up the tray and head back to the bedroom, expecting to find Isaac still asleep.
When you open the door, you find him awake and sitting on the bed, looking confused. It shouldn’t be a surprise, considering he usually wakes up early, but it still catches you a bit off guard. He was probably wondering where you had gone and seemed ready to get up and look for you when you opened the door. He looks from the tray in your hands to your face, tilting his head to the side.
“Isaac, good morning! I made you breakfast,” you say cheerfully, stepping into the room and approaching the bed. You set the tray down in the middle of the bed and sit beside your boyfriend, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Happy birthday!”
“Thank you,” he smiles, returning a kiss to your cheek. “Everything looks great, but you didn’t have to…”
“Not only did I have to, I wanted to.” You hand him his mug of coffee and take yours, sipping it lightly. “Oh! And this is just the beginning.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“You’ll see,” you reply with a little smile.
And see it he did!
Throughout the day, you pampered Isaac. Making his favorite foods, walking along the trails near the house, stroking his hair as he lay with his head in your lap while you both watched the clouds outside, and even preparing a relaxing bath for the two of you. And now, as you dry and brush his hair, you notice how much more relaxed his posture is, and how everything was worth it.
“All done!”
Isaac, sitting on the floor between your legs, looks up at you with a small smile and slightly flushed cheeks. It’s adorable how they’ve stayed that way all day. Your beloved isn’t used to being pampered like this, and it shows — which only encourages you to do it more often.
He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed, and you step away for a few moments to hang up the wet towel.
“Thank you,” Isaac says when you come back. “For planning all of this… For everything.”
You smile and stop in front of your boyfriend, settling yourself between his legs. Leaning down, you give him a soft peck and, with your lips still very close to his, say, “You’re welcome. But it’s not over yet.”
“No?”
“Nope.” Your hand meets his shoulder and you gently push him down onto the bed. “Obviously, we still have the cake. And more… things… that I’d like to do for you.” The tip of your index finger slides from his shoulder to his collarbone and down the front of his shirt.
You can almost hear him swallow. His gaze follows the path of your finger until it reaches the waistband of his pants, then lifts to lock onto your face. Clearing his throat, he tries to pretend his face isn’t burning hot.
“Oh… Really?”
You hum in affirmation, the smile on your face widening. Two light taps on his knee and Isaac already knows what you want, shifting up the bed to lie down properly with his head on the pillow. His eyes never leave you for a single moment, following every movement as you kneel on the bed and crawl toward him, positioning yourself between his legs.
“Want to see?” you ask, resting your hands on his thighs. You slide one of them upward, reaching close to his groin.
“Yes,” he answers instantly. “Yes, please…”
“So eager,” you reply with a soft laugh.
You would love to tease him until he can’t take it anymore and see him beg for more, whimpering as his beautiful cherry-blossom-colored eyes shine with restrained tears… But it’s Isaac’s birthday, and as tempting as the idea is, you want to pamper him more than you want to tease him — for now.
The hand near his groin moves up to the waistband of the pants he’s wearing, hooking a finger and pulling the fabric down along with his underwear. You haven’t even done anything yet, but Isaac is already hard and leaking at the tip. Your gaze lifts to meet his, and you give him a lustful smile before leaning forward to place a little kiss and a lick on the tip. He trembles and throbs, and you can’t help but think how adorable your boyfriend’s reactions are.
You shift to get more comfortable between his legs, lying on your stomach with your face closer to his length. Another lick to the tip, then you trail your tongue down along the underside all the way to the base, and Isaac moans like music to your ears. You make your way back up with your tongue, circling around the head, and one of Isaac’s hands goes straight to your hair while the other grips the pillow tightly.
“You’re beautiful like this,” you murmur softly, your lips so close to his cock that he can practically feel the words you’re saying there.
His cheeks grow even redder, and he fights against a pout that wants to form. “Don’t tease me…”
“I’m not, I’m just being honest.” You run your tongue over the slit, circling the tip, and then slowly lower your head to take his cock into your mouth. Isaac moans louder, and you look up to make eye contact. His expression clearly shows how good it feels and how much he’s holding back from throwing his head back and losing it. You push a little further down your throat to see how far you can go, then pull back, taking everything out of your mouth. With an innocent smile, you look him in the eyes again. “See? I told you. Beautiful….”
He thinks about saying something, but he can’t. The next moment, you’re taking him into your mouth again, harder and deeper, loving how he throbs on your tongue. You hum a moan, the vibration traveling through his entire body. His hand in your hair tightens a little, involuntarily pulling you a bit further down.
You pull back up and then lower your head again, and you start moving at your own rhythm. One of your hands gently massages his balls, and Isaac’s sighs and moans grow louder as you keep going.
“I-I’m not going to last much longer…” Isaac says, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes locked on you and your movements. His knuckles gripping the pillow are white, and part of you can’t help but feel proud of yourself.
You go all the way down, hitting the back of your throat, then hollow your cheeks as you come back up, using your other hand to help pump his cock. He’s right, he won’t last long like this. You can tell by the way he tries to move his hips to follow you, or how his cock pulses inside your hot mouth.
“It’s okay, you can let it go. It’s your birthday, I’ve got you,” you rasp.
And it’s like that’s the final push he needs.
One more thrust, and you feel him throbbing and spilling in your mouth. Isaac lets out a drawn-out moan of your name, holding you by your hair for dear life. You swallow everything he gives you and gives him one last suck. He whines in overstimulation, so you let his cock slip out of your mouth.
Looking at your boyfriend, you smile and crawl over to snuggle next to him. You barely lie down on the pillow beside him, and Isaac pulls you into a passionate kiss, holding you close to be as near as possible.
“I love you,” you whisper, burying your face in the hollow of his neck.
“I love you too,” he whispers back. “I don’t know if you have any more plans, but… can we just stay like this? Just a little longer.”
“Of course, my love,” you reply in a muffled voice, planting a kiss on his skin. “Whatever you want.”
“Thank you.”
You stay in silence for a few minutes, and everything feels too relaxing. Your eyes grow heavy, but you can’t sleep — not before giving Isaac his cake. Fighting the urge to close your eyes and drift off, you softly call his name. He doesn’t reply. Confused, you slowly lift your head to look at his face and find him peacefully sleeping. Smiling, you plant a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.
“Happy birthday,” you whisper, snuggling into his arms again. A little nap won’t hurt.