Tuesday night, and Apollo and I are following our usual evening routine of lying-together-in-bed-and-reading (my choice for the evening is an Asimov mystery, while he is re-reading a Warren Ellis graphic novel. They could just as easily have been reversed). Glancing over at him, I put down my book and say, somewhat diffidently, “Sweetheart. Would you like a blow-job?”
He pauses, lowers his book, looks over at me. He’s obviously thinking. After a few seconds of wrinkling his forehead, he says, “Actually, I don’t think I do.” He looks somewhat surprised – and abashed – at this revelation.
“That’s okay!” I reassure him. “Just thought I’d ask. But the offer will stay good for … about fifteen minutes.” I know that after that I’ll probably fall asleep.
We go back to reading our books.
Ten minutes later, he puts his graphic novel down beside the bed, gets up, and disappears out of the room (to the bathroom, one presumes). When he returns, he climbs back into bed, in a sitting position, and says to me, “Actually, I think I would like a blow-job, please.”
I grin. It had become patently obvious over the previous ten minutes that the idea of getting a blow-job was, in fact, getting to him – and arousing him. “It would be my pleasure,” I reply with a smile.
Rather than his usual position of sprawling akimbo and watching me slip between his legs, he’s somewhat trapped by a most determined cat – who is sleeping in (of course) the most inconvenient spot possible. So instead I suggest to him that he remain sitting, and I lean my head on his chest, with his cock below me. I can’t get at his balls, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
I love Apollo’s cock, and I love the reactions I get when I am paying dedicated oral attention to it. The way it jumps under my tongue, I love the groans and mmmm noises that I can hear him making, and I love the way his breath hitches in his chest. And, of course, I love to feel him get tighter and harder and ready to pop.
Rather than finishing him with my tongue’s tender ministrations, this time Apollo offers to finish off while I watch. I love watching him masturbate almost as much as I love sucking him, with the added bonus that I don’t do any work! So, I rest my head on his shoulder, watch his hand slip-and-slide along his cock – very well lubricated with my spit – and kiss him on the cheek just before he shudders, spurts, and comes all over his belly. This time I was the one making mmm noises – it was quite a delight to watch.
It was a very good blow-job, we both agree later. And we both sleep well, sated in our different ways.