Nov 19 “Sleepless” 

#NoNutNarrator

Once again, Afterglow is lying on top of his soft, bed-like boyfriend, and once again, his stiff member is pressed into Fisch’s belly. At this point in his month-long journey, the aching hardness and need for release is proving more distracting than ever. So distracting, Glow can’t seem to fall asleep.

He fidgets, he squirms. He tries every position he can think of that Fisch’s generous tummy can accommodate. He even tries sleeping beside Fisch instead of on his belly. Nothing seems to be working.

He tries to think thoughts other than humping Fisch and pour his seed all over him, making himself think of other things/ He tries dreaming up some stories in his head. But the stories always seem to skip over the storytelling aspect and jump right to the characters having sex. Glow is too damn horny for his own good.

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The next morning, a very groggy Ampharos barely pulls himself out of his slumber. He doesn’t remember when he fell asleep, but he does remember the sun coming up, so he must have fallen asleep after that.

He shifts his body, and doesn’t feel squishy tummy under him. He feels the grass of his pasture. But in just a few moments, Fisch comes into view, kneeling down at Glow’s side. He sets down a wooden tray with short legs that allow the surface to stand just above Glow’s chest. Upon the tray is a lovely meal.

“Breakfast in bed?” Glow asks groggily, wiping at his eyes.

“Well, you’re not in bed anymore, but other than that, mhm.” The Goodra pets Glow’s head. “I noticed how rough a sleep you were having, so I wanted to do something nice.”

“Thank you, sweetie. That’s so wholesome.” Glow brings Fisch a little closer, and the two share a short kiss. 

As Fisch slips back off of him, Glow looks back at his tray and starts to dig into his breakfast, from the comfort of lying on his back. Just as he closes his lips around the first bite, he draws in a sharp breath of shock, feeling something touch him unexpectedly.

He looks past his breakfast tray, spotting his boyfriend between his legs, with a stiff sheepy morning wood in both paws, and his face quite close to the tip. Fisch looks back up at Glow with a smile. “I need some breakfast too, hon,” he says.

Afterglow whines quietly. He gets to enjoy a lovingly-prepared breakfast and a loving mix of handjob and blowjob at the same time. It’s almost heavenly. The only thing that would make it perfect is if he was allowed to just relax and let himself blow. But the whole time he’s eating and getting treated, he has to fight the urge, and keep it all bottled up.
