Oh, there he was, all stretched out on my couch. The tall, tan, shirtless, muscular, red headed man just lounging about like it was normal. What he didn't know is everything he did was always a tease to me. EVERYTHING! No matter if he's doing something simple, like washing the laundry, or sleeping. Even fucking sleeping, he can get me drooling like a fucking retriever.
Now his bright red spiky hair is spread in abandon among the navy blue pillows, his left arm thrown next to his head, while his right hand lay on his very toned abs (by the roman numeral 8 tattoo) rippling with every slow, steady breath.
Moving farther down, just above his pants line you see the waistband of of blue boxers, and just above that small red pubic hairs showed. The prize was hidden under the thick baggy denim pants, but not matter how thick you could still see the slight bulge building in his pants.
Some nights when he came home frustrated with the world, that bulge did wonders of reeking havoc on my nerves.
And I love every bit of it.
I got tired of ogling my master so I walked over to him, threw my legs over him to place them both on either side of his hips, settled my ass down on to of the bulge and made myself comfortable on his chest.
A deep, soft rumble erupted from the chest below me as two long fingered hands ran around my waist and dug themselves down the middle seam over my crack and gave a hard squeeze, earning a squeak from me.
As I squeaked he crashed his lips into mine and his tongue dove deep.
After he was finished left me violently panting as he sat there while a Cheshire grin spread across his face like a disease. After I regained myself light chuckles escaped my chest.
"Whats so funny?" He questioned, still grinning like crazy. I looked up into his impossibly green eyes and with the straightest face said, "This is all the punishment I get for waking you up?"
Now it was his turn to laugh. The next part was so fast I had to do a mind frame-by-frame so I could figure out how I went from dominant seke to total submissive uke.
Axel dipped his head so it was breathing hot 'n heavy into my ear. "Well, if ya wanna play that game..." He never finshed the sentence and let my mind wonder. I hooked onto the dirtiest thought I had and pulled him down till our foreheads were touching.
"Bring it."