Doctrine of Labyrinths Series, Felix/Mildmay, somnophilia, "his thighs, and his chest, and that scar
Mildmay knew that I wasn't asleep. I don't think he realized that it was the bond that caused him to wake up when I had insomnia, but he did, clumping out of his little bedroom while still rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He didn't ask why I was awake, just asked if I wanted to play cards. I didn't, actually, but it was better than the two of us staring at the wall, so he got out the deck and we started on one of those endless games of long tiffany.
One game, two, five--I lost track after a while, just kept playing. I could see Mildmay's shuffling slowing, though, and finally I declared myself too tired to continue and sat back in my chair. Mildmay nodded and leaned back, watching me for a moment out of the corner of his eye. I gave him a smile I didn't mean and closed my eyes.
But I still couldn't sleep. With some strange paranoia, I just knew that when I did, it would only be to be swept down the Sim and into through the Septad Gate. After about ten minutes, I opened my eyes.
The fire was glowing embers by then, casting shadows about the room. Milmay was lit up equisitly, his cheekbones in sharp relief, the scar on his face even more stark than usual. He was wearing a night shirt with the buttons open at the top. I could see the top of his chest and the slight fuzz of hair that was just beginning to grow in. It looked soft in that glowing light.
He shifted slightly in his sleep and I caught my breath as his nightshirt slid up to show his thighs, muscular and hard, even in sleep. Thighs that I could only too well imagine wrapping around my waist as I thrust into him...
In his sleep, Mildmay's breath caught at something and sped up a little. I leaned forward, wanting to know what was making him frown like that, what was-
Oh. Oh my. Mildmay, right in front of me, in the sitting room with his nightshirt pulled up a little too much, was getting hard.
I stared, mouth hanging open. His cock was gorgeous, dark and wide and calling to me. I clenched my hands lest they reach out and touch it. Mildmay wouldn't like it. He isn't a moll.
"Mmh...but Felix-"
My hand touched his cock. I didn't realize what I was doing until my hand was wrapped around it and stroking.
"Unh, yeah..."
I wrapped my fingers more firmly and gave a little tug. His pelvis jerked in response, pushing forward into my hand. I was barely even breathing by this point. My other hand reached up and stroked his scar, something he would never let me do in real life. Real life. This couldn't be real; it was too good to be true. I stroked his erection a little harder and finally leaned down and kissed it. It was velvety soft, and I swirled my tongue around the tip, sucking slightly when he began to whimper. The sound made my own cock go hard, pressing tightly against my trousers, throbbing with heat.
My hand on his face trailed down to undo the remaining buttons on his nightshirt. Now I could nuzzle my face against his chest, in that bit of hair, and press my erection against his knee.
His breath was quick and shallow, his moans getting louder and louder until I knew he would come soon. One more stroke on his cock, hard and fast and then he was coming, all over my hand and trousers, letting out a moan so desperate that I nearly came myself. I nuzzled closer, feeling his cock begin to go soft in my hands, and looked up to see-
His eyes. Mildmay was awake. He was staring at my face, then slowly looking down to the mess on my hands and trousers. His eyes went wide as he took in it all.
"Oh fuck. You..."
"Yeah." He stared at me as the satisfaction began to clear from his eyes, leaving-
I tilted my head up and kiss him. He whimpered against my lips and then, slowly, willingly, opened his mouth and slid his tongue against mine.