[ It’s a normal morning. Rokurou stretches an arm out lazily and Matoba isn’t there—standard. They don’t cuddle or spoon when they sleep because they like their own space. The bed is comfortable and he’s feeling quite good, very warm, and the blankets must have been stacked high last night because they’re heavier than usual. He’s on the cusp of a dream, between wakefulness and sleep, where pleasure begins to slowly mount. Waking up to a semi-wetdream isn’t all that unusual either.
The daemon sighs and rolls his head. Then, slowly, his eyelashes flutter and his lids begin to crack. At first he doesn’t see much with his vision blurred by sleep. He happily and blindly grasps down toward his hips for a lazy morning masturbation session. What he grabs instead is, ]
Haa—? [ a sharp exhale of surprise as his fingers curl against hair, ] Matoba?!
[ His eyes shoot open at the lurid scene of Matoba greedily sucking his cock. It would be sexy as hell to wake up to this if it weren’t for, ]
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The daemon sighs and rolls his head. Then, slowly, his eyelashes flutter and his lids begin to crack. At first he doesn’t see much with his vision blurred by sleep. He happily and blindly grasps down toward his hips for a lazy morning masturbation session. What he grabs instead is, ]
Haa—? [ a sharp exhale of surprise as his fingers curl against hair, ] Matoba?!
[ His eyes shoot open at the lurid scene of Matoba greedily sucking his cock. It would be sexy as hell to wake up to this if it weren’t for, ]
Why the hell are you a cat again!?