Nov 4 “Morning”

#NoNutNarrator

Afterglow wakes up on the morning of the 4th on his back. Before he opens his eyes or even moves, he feels a stiffness in his cock that tells him it’s been hard for a while now.

Barely awake, mostly still a sleepy sheepy, he wraps a flat flipper around his cock and starts to stroke. He’s not awake enough to think about what he’s doing or make decisions, nevermind remember that he’s doing a November-based challenge. So his flipper strokes away without a care in the world. As far as he knows, he can stay in bed as long as he wants, and cum any number of times in a row, barely awake for any of it. That’s how he spends a lot of his mornings.

Fantasies drift through his groggy mind. One is replaced with another, giving Glow’s horny brain something new to think about and jerk off to. He thinks about deep kissing with his boyfriend, he thinks about frotting with a Ponyta, he thinks about eating out a Furfrou, he thinks about rimming with a Mew, he thinks about facesitting with a Salazzle, he thinks about sucking off a Delibird, and he circles back to his boyfriend with thoughts of a reach-around in his lap.

He breathes heavily and fidgets carelessly in bed, tossing his head this way and that. He doesn’t bother opening his eyes. He feels himself coming closer, and he doesn’t fight it. He just lets his body go through the natural process of arousal that feels so good, because honestly he’s too half-asleep to even consider doing anything else. He feels his orgasm coming closer, closer…

And then, he feels a slightly wet paw take hold of his flipper, and pull it gently away from his cock entirely.

“No cumming, hon,” he hears just behind his stripy ear.

That’s right, Glow forgot he was sleeping on top of Fisch’s tummy, making him his bed. He was so soft and comfy that he forgot about that. Fisch must have only woken up just a moment ago, and found his boy pleasuring himself atop him.

“C’mon Fisch, please?” Glow pleads, his flipper trying to move back down.

Fisch’s arm holds it up near his chest, beating him in upper limb strength. “Sorry hon.”

“Five more minutes?” Glow persists.

Fisch chuckles and says no, tilting Glow’s face toward his to give him a kiss. Which Glow returns, of course. The two lie there kissing while the sheep’s cock sticks up in the air, unfinished. It twitches over and over again, trying to get attention so someone will finish it off.
