Yolks on You Box Set

Chapter 15-1

Chapter 15

The alarm pounded into Kiko’s ears and he fumbled for it in the dark, thinking it was too early to be up. It always felt too early when waking up before dawn; he turned on his bedside lamp, hoping only having it on for a brief amount of time wouldn’t disturb Dom, but even as he moved he felt the shifting in the bed. Dom’s arms wrapped around him from behind and he mumbled sleepily.

“Just five more minutes, Mom.”

Kiko smiled.

“Sorry you had to hear that,” he said, voice a whisper in case Dom was only partly awake. “I open Yolks on You early, so I have to be up. You go back to sleep.”

“No,” said Dom, holding tighter. Kiko could feel a hardness pressed up against him as Dom enveloped him in his warmth. He squirmed, also hard.

“Dom,” he said, no longer bothering to whisper. “I really do have to get up…”

“I think you’ve gotten up already,” said Dom, sliding a hand over Kiko’s hip and caressing over the place where his pajama pants bulged. Kiko inhaled sharply.

“Dom…” he began again, then gave in. He could spare a little time for someone he’d only have two short mornings with. He pushed backward, grinding his bottom against Dom’s crotch, satisfied at the little gasp he heard.

“Is that a ‘yes, please,’ or a ‘I actually really need to get up so screw you, Dom?’”

“Well, I would like to screw you,” said Kiko.

“But you have to get going, I understand,” said Dom, pulling Kiko back against himself with his other hand. “Don’t worry. I can be quick.”

“That’s not really something to brag about.”

In response Dom breathed across the back of Kiko’s neck and thrust against him. His hand slid into Kiko’s pajamas and boxers, skin touching skin now. Kiko shuddered, pushed back against Dom, closing his eyes. He could certainly delay his schedule for this.

Dom gripped him so comfortably it was like the familiarity of his own hand, only better. This he couldn’t anticipate, couldn’t feel in his fingers and palm. Kiko thrust forward in little motions, sucking in breath as Dom’s thumb found the area on the underside of his shaft that was so sensitive for him.

Abruptly Dom’s hand left him to feel lower, grab his sac, and Kiko pressed back against him.

“Now who’s teasing?” he asked.

Dom bit his earlobe, but returned his hand to where it had been. He began to pump Kiko in earnest now, thrusting up against his back as he went. Kiko forced himself to keep his own hands off, only enjoy, as Dom woke him up in the best possible way. He tensed as the curling pressure in his abdomen built, steadily built, until there was no room for it. It burst free, the breath catching in Kiko’s throat, Dom’s hand around him stroking him for all he was worth.

Kiko relaxed as the warmth of pleasure spread through his body, begging him to sleep again, sound in Dom’s arms. But he had to get up. He sighed, remembered who had just given him such a wonderful morning.

“That was the best alarm I’ve ever had,” he said, hearing Dom mumble some sort of arrogant-sounding agreement. “Can I do anything for you?”

Dom squirmed behind him.

“About that,” he mumbled. “It might be a bit late to offer anything. In my defense, rubbing against you felt amazing. What size boxers do you wear?”

“Wanting to borrow a pair?” asked Kiko, slipping free from Dom’s grasp and standing. “I’m going to have to do so much laundry thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome,” said Dom brightly.

“I’m taking a shower.” Kiko left him to doze; he looked like he wanted to.