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Jared isn’t surprised to wake up alone. Where he enjoys staying up late, making the most of his nights, his boyfriend Jensen has morphed into one of those frustratingly energetic morning people.
It started during the pandemic, when Jensen needed to wake up earlier than normal to meet clients over Zoom while Jared slept in. Jensen would grumpily stumble out of bed, his hair a tousled mess and his face adorably sleep-crinkled, start up their fancy coffee machine that only behaved for him, and settle in for a few hours of meetings before Jared emerged to greet the day.
Once things started getting back to normal, Jensen kept up the routine. Turned out he liked getting most of his work out of the way as the sun came up, and Jared couldn’t argue with the benefits that came with the switch. Jensen was no longer forced to finish work after dinner, leaving more time they could spend with one another. Although the pandemic has been incredibly stressful in other aspects of their lives, Jared knows they’re a stronger couple these days.
On top of that, there are the physical benefits to consider. Jared comes face to face with one such example this morning as he makes his way downstairs to the kitchen where he finds Jensen standing at the sink, humming to himself as he washes dishes and pans from last night’s dinner. Naked.
Over the sound of the faucet and his humming, Jensen must not have heard Jared come down the stairs, and Jared takes the opportunity to soak up the scene. Seeing Jensen naked is already one of Jared’s favorite activities, but there’s something about catching him by surprise that makes moments like this extra special. All that bare flesh on display, cast in the warm glow from the morning sun cutting in through the window above the sink. Jensen’s hips are swaying from side to side, a slow dance that has Jared hypnotized, and his back is slightly arched as he scrubs and rinses.
Thanks in part to a vivid dream of Jensen as an arrogant prince demanding sexual favors from his loyal guard, Jared woke up with a semi-hard cock and a primal need to worship. Finding Jensen bare like this, unaware, unashamed, and so effortlessly beautiful, is a near-perfect scenario.
Jared crosses the kitchen in three great strides and sinks to his knees in supplication, tongue out and ready to beg. Jensen startles, tensing when Jared reaches up and takes hold of his hips, pans clattering and drops of water flying in both directions as Jensen tries to pull his hands out of the sink.
“Morning,” he laughs breathlessly, looking over his shoulder at Jared’s kneeling form. “Did I wake you up?”
“No.” Jared mutters the word against Jensen’s skin, lips mapping one of his favorite freckled constellations on the pale skin of Jensen’s ass.
Jensen’s stance loses its rigidness, welcoming Jared’s grip. “Do you want some coffee?”
Jared hums a no, catching a glimpse of Jensen’s cock through the gap between his thighs. It’s soft but filling fast as Jared continues kissing his way across. He dips his tongue teasingly into the cleft, catching the taste of sweat, before making his way to the other side. As much as he loves tasting his boyfriend, he’s desperate for something else this morning.
Jensen’s wet hands are gripping the edge of the counter, dishes forgotten, but Jared knows how much he likes getting things done before starting work.
“Don’t let me stop you,” he says, angling Jensen’s hips away from the kitchen cabinets just enough to shoulder into the narrow space and bring him face-to-cock with Jensen’s rising interest. Just like the rest of him, Jared finds his cock beautiful, extra-appealing when it’s still pale pink and smooth, ready for his mouth. Circling it with one hand, Jared can almost feel Jensen’s dick getting thicker.
“Seriously?” Jensen sputters, and Jared’s only response is to lean in and kiss the head of his cock. Gently at first, enjoying the physiological responses he’s coaxing from his boyfriend. It’s a rare pleasure to get his mouth on Jensen before he’s hard; this feels like true devotion, more intimate than their usual activities.
Jensen further presses his hips back, giving Jared more room. Something clangs in the sink behind Jared, though he doesn’t care to turn and see if Jensen is following his suggestion. Whether he keeps washing dishes or not, Jared has him exactly where he wants him. Jensen’s cock is a delicious mouthful, thick but not yet as long as it will get when he’s fully hard. Jared soaks it in saliva, wet sounds escaping the corners of his mouth as he dips his chin and rocks back and forth.
The noises Jensen makes are soft yet tantalizing: lewd little whimpers and cut-off moans when Jared pulls off and strokes him with a loose grip instead. It’s not long before he’s jacking the full erection he knows and loves, tonguing the head and groaning at the taste. One hand surrounds Jensen’s balls, rolling the soft sack in his palm and squeezing to feel Jensen thrust into his mouth. He loves it so much he does it again, encouraging Jensen to press a little deeper, take a little more. Jared is more than willing to surrender.
Somehow it feels like neither one of them is in control. Jared is the one on his knees, but it feels so natural, a rhythm that exists in their subconscious. His own cock is thick and aching in the loose confines of his pajama pants, sweat beginning to gather at the back of his neck as his heart beats faster. The arousal makes his head spin, and he anchors himself on Jensen’s dick, dropping his head down until his lips touch downy skin where the scent is even stronger.
This is hitting every. single. one of Jared’s buttons: the stretch in Jared’s throat, the slippery fingers that are suddenly winding into his hair, and the throbbing between his own legs. He’s so hot for it, so eager, that his deep moans are almost louder than Jensen’s filthy cursing. He sucks harder, leaning into Jensen’s half-thrusts, and lifts his gaze so that Jensen can see the bliss on his face.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Jensen swears, shuddering as his tongue peeks between his teeth. “Just like that, baby. So fucking gorgeous…”
The praise shoots straight through Jared and makes his cock twitch against his thigh. He backs off just enough to treat Jensen’s tip to a thorough tonguing, flicking against the slit and tracing each vein he can feel bulging. Jared knows Jensen is getting close by the way he starts panting, and he can’t let him come without getting a full taste of his balls.
Jensen sobs when his cock falls from Jared’s lips, but it’s followed by a string of curses when Jared pulls each ball into his mouth, one after the other, leaving them slick with saliva. When he looks up again, it’s to the sight of Jensen plucking his nipple with soapy fingers. The over-stimulation must be driving him crazy; he’s biting his lip, hazy eyes shifting between Jared and the ceiling, and Jared decides he can’t draw this out any longer.
He moans when he gets his mouth back around Jensen’s dick, insanely turned on by the feeling of being filled so completely. Using one hand to fondle Jensen’s balls and the other to wrap around his thick thigh, Jared takes every inch. It’s so wet, his lips slide up and down with barely any struggle, happy to use his boyfriend’s cock to fuck his own mouth.
Over the slurping and sucking, he barely hears Jensen warn him of his oncoming orgasm. Jared holds his leg tighter, unwilling to let him pull away, and feels the way Jensen’s dick pulses as he starts coming. It floods Jared’s mouth in spurts, tasting each one for only a second before swallowing so he won’t choke on all of it. Jensen’s load is always deliciously big in the mornings, and Jared savors every drop.
“Oh my God,” Jensen pants over and over, pulling his cock out to admire how red Jared’s mouth has become before pushing back in for one final spasm. Only when Jared is sure he’s finished does he let Jensen’s dick slip out one last time, watching it slap heavily against his leg.
Jared licks his lips. “Easy clean-up.”
Jensen’s grin is a near-feral thing, and Jared finds himself hauled off the floor and yanked into a possessive kiss. As close as they are, Jared finds a little friction against Jensen’s thigh. Not enough to make him come, but he doesn’t mind waiting. Getting Jensen off was so hot, he could use a few minutes just to recover.
Jensen lets him go with a gentle nip against his chin. “If naked housework gets me this kind of attention, I might have to do it more often.”
“You won’t hear me arguing. How long until your first call?”
“Long enough.” The slight growl in his voice sends a shiver down Jared’s spine.
“Think the rest of the dishes can wait?” He presses forward, letting Jensen feel how hard he is.
“You know how I hate leaving things unfinished,” Jensen teases. “I want you to wait for me in the bedroom, thinking about all the things I might do to you when I’m done here.”
With one last kiss, Jensen sends him stumbling back, cock tenting his pants. His body moves on auto-pilot, steps taking him out of the kitchen and up the stairs where he strips out of his pajamas and crawls into bed. Hard and desperate, he spreads out on their sheets and waits for the sound of bare feet on the staircase.
If this is what he gets for waking up early, Jared might have to consider becoming a morning person after all.