"I'm not blaming you of anything," Grey murmurs as he finally opens his eyes to look at the sight above him. Sleepy and horny, his little bird is pretty much the most beautiful like this, ruffled and eager and full of joy.
He shifts a bit to be able to reach for the nightstand, grab his phone and turn off the alarm. When he returns the phone, he grabs the lube and drops it onto the bed beside them at easy reach.
"In fact, I'll be thanking you," he continues with a small, fleeting smile as he cups Midnight's cheeks within his wide palms, fingers entangling with messy curls and tightening in them to draw the man down to be kissed.
"Mm-!" Midnight 'protests' before relaxing down into the kiss. Then he giggles and mutters, "Morning breath. You live on the edge."
He kisses along the middle of Grey's chest, gripping his shoulders for purchase as Midnight keeps rocking their hips together. He then tips his head up and grins at Grey, gradually waking more and asking cheekily, "So... gonna fuck me, or do I get to blow you, bebe?"
"I don't care," Grey murmurs as Midnight is pulling away to press kisses to his chest. Morning breath or not, even after all those drinks...
Big hands slide over the artist's back until Grey reaches those rocking hips, gripping them firmly to help their hips grind together in a maddening rhythm that's filling both of their erections between them.
"Are you up for riding me?" he asks gently as he lets one of those hands slip further up to pry Midnight's cheeks apart, spreading him a little.
"You bet your sweet ass I am," Midnight hums, grinning as he feels himself being spread. Biting his lower lip, he grinds slow and dirty against Grey's dick, eyes narrowing with pleasure as they both harden. "You gonna prep me, babe?"
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He shifts a bit to be able to reach for the nightstand, grab his phone and turn off the alarm. When he returns the phone, he grabs the lube and drops it onto the bed beside them at easy reach.
"In fact, I'll be thanking you," he continues with a small, fleeting smile as he cups Midnight's cheeks within his wide palms, fingers entangling with messy curls and tightening in them to draw the man down to be kissed.
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"Mm-!" Midnight 'protests' before relaxing down into the kiss. Then he giggles and mutters, "Morning breath. You live on the edge."
He kisses along the middle of Grey's chest, gripping his shoulders for purchase as Midnight keeps rocking their hips together. He then tips his head up and grins at Grey, gradually waking more and asking cheekily, "So... gonna fuck me, or do I get to blow you, bebe?"
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Big hands slide over the artist's back until Grey reaches those rocking hips, gripping them firmly to help their hips grind together in a maddening rhythm that's filling both of their erections between them.
"Are you up for riding me?" he asks gently as he lets one of those hands slip further up to pry Midnight's cheeks apart, spreading him a little.
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"You bet your sweet ass I am," Midnight hums, grinning as he feels himself being spread. Biting his lower lip, he grinds slow and dirty against Grey's dick, eyes narrowing with pleasure as they both harden. "You gonna prep me, babe?"