I don’t pretend not to smile back. This person makes me goofy for no reason I can explain, and I’m done trying to play it cool. He’ll run if he wants to, but maybe the way I can get him to stay is by not hiding how much I love being around him.
“I think we both needed the sleep this time. I just woke up a minute ago. Are you saying you don’t like being adored and admired from a respectful distance?”
He turns a little to rub his sleepy face into the pillow before he answers.
“Being adored isn’t my main goal in life, but I can’t say I’m not partial to it.”
“Good. It’s pretty hard to resist.”
We should get up. I should check my phone for messages from Kaitlyn. But I don’t want to break the bubble that we’re in until I have to.
“Come here,” he says, like he’s throwing down a gauntlet.
I keep staring for a second to make sure he’s serious. The teasing face is still there, but there’s the slightest hint of nerves behind it.
I think this is the exact moment I decide I’m going to dedicate my life to making Fallow want to keep me around. Fuck the rest of it. The Banna gave me structure and a purpose, andI’m grateful for that, but I’m realizing it’s okay to want a little bit more and for me, Fallow is that bit more.
I’ll do anything it takes. He’s a complete weirdo and it’s perfect.
I shuffle closer to him slowly, adjusting the comforter until it’s laying on top of both of us with nothing bunched in the middle. I stop short of touching him, but there’s barely an inch of warm, sleep-scented air, and then lay my head on his pillow.
“Good morning,” I say.
Fallow stays quiet. His eyes are darting around, like he’s taking in my face from this new, closer angle. I’m content to wait for him to come to me, even if every inch of my body is straining towards him in a mixture of affection and hunger.
He hesitates, then jerks forward and kisses me. He doesn’t touch me anywhere else, but the kiss quickly softens into something sweet, and I want to simmer in it forever. Lips and tongue in a glorious slide, tasting of this unique Fallow-ness that I’m finally getting to experience.
We kiss for a long time, as I wait for him to make the next move. Even if he’s softening to letting me touch him, I don’t think he’ll ever stop being a bossy bitch when it comes to sex, so I’m content to wait him out. And he does shuffle closer to me a little at a time as the heat builds between us.
By the time he tentatively presses the front of his body against mine, one hand flat on my chest, we’re both aching hard. Once he gets comfortable enough to be truly draped against me, I push a little closer and wrap one arm around his waist to hold him to me. I wait for a reaction, but he keeps kissing me like before, gradually starting to grind his cock against mine.
He’s in sweats and a t-shirt, like always, but I’m wearing nothing but briefs. It’s easy for him to tug them down when he decides he wants to, so he has more space to fist my cock.
Fallow jerks me off slowly, spreading the wetness leaking from my cock and never truly breaking our lazy, indulgent kiss. At some point he brings his other hand up to cup my stubble-rough cheek, and I almost have to break the kiss to grin at him. It feels amazing. No hand job in my life has ever felt this good.
I’m rolling my hips into his grasp, feeling closer and closer to the edge. I wish he would take off his pants as well, or let me jerk him off in return, but I want to leave him in control. And every time I rub my length against his erection, even through the fabric, has him making little breathy noises directly into my mouth.
“Gonna come,” I break off to gasp as my orgasm barrels towards me.
Fallow doesn’t stop. He strokes me quickly, and lifts his top leg to hook around my thigh like he’s trying to keep me right where I am.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan as I come all over his hand, my hips bucking with the feeling of it. I tighten the arm I have around him, wishing I had two handfuls of his tight ass instead, but still floating on a cloud of my own bliss.
My little psychopath doesn’t let my coming or cursing interrupt. He keeps ravaging my mouth all the way through it, dropping my cock the second I’m finished to push down his waistband and pull himself out.
He strokes himself frantically, clearly close to the edge. I feel fucking drugged from how hard I just nutted, and it makes me bold. I slip my free hand in between us to cup his balls, tugging on them a little. Just enough to get a reaction.
A deep red flush paints his cheeks, and a few seconds later he’s spraying his own cum on top of mine with a gasp, completing the mess we’ve made between us.
We keep kissing after. It’s messy, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him right now, so I take what I can get. It isn’t untilmy god damn phone starts to vibrate that I pull myself out of the orgasm bubble we’re both living in.
“Fuck is that?” he asks, his lips clearly swollen and a little stubble burn on his chin in a way that makes me feel feral.
“I bet it’s Kaitlyn. I was waiting on a response from her.”
I roll over enough to grab the phone but keep one hand on his side, before rolling back to my original position. I have a bunch of messages from Kaitlyn, and it takes me a minute to bring the words into focus.
“Are you okay?” I ask him, glancing past the screen.
