For the first time in weeks, Poppy wasn't woken up by the sound of her alarm. The Pop Queen's eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to dusk filtering through the windows on their own terms. There's an ache in her shoulder she can't quite place but she's too tired to care.
The clock tells her it's 5:34AM. Poppy groan, allowing her eyes to fall shut again as she rolled over, gently bumping into a fast asleep Branch. Sneaking a peek, Poppy can just about make out his calm silhouette, black floppy hair spilling over his pillow and it doesn't take a wild imagination to picture the slight pout on his lips.
Poppy scoots closer, wanting to feel his body heat instead of the smothering warmth of the covers. Even in his sleep, Branch moves as if to pull her in, a muscle reflex built up over years of bedroom cuddling.
"What time is it?" The teal troll hums, his arm snaking around Poppy's waist to let his hand rest at the small of her back.
"Too early," Poppy whispered in reply, lifting up her fingers to gently play with his hair. "Go back to sleep."
Poppy briefly pressed her lips to his, both dry from the musty bedroom air, encouraging him to get more rest. Branch licks his lips and hums again.
Before she can turn away, his hand is full on her back, pulling her closer as Branch reclaims her mouth, hot and warm, questioning. Poppy reciprocate his actions, not caring about the bitter taste of morning on his tongue. His eyes are still closed when he guides his hand lower, cupping her ass before squeezing it gently.
Neither of them are awake enough to bother discarding clothes, and she shudders with want as her fingers trace the hot skin underneath his shirt, his tongue still stroking hers lazily.
Hiking up her leg to wrap around him, allows Poppy to feel him closer— his boxers doing nothing to hide his semi-hard on when your pelvis grazes his. The Pop Queen can feel it twitch as his hand disappears into her panties, groping her ass one last time before Branch dips his hand in between their bodies. Poppy sighed, head rolling back and finally breaking free from his lips when he reaches her now dripping sex.
Branch latches his lips onto Poppy's neck, biting down gently in time with his finger's strokes, spreading her wetness all over her folds. His tongue laps at the bruising skin, inducing a layer of goosebumps on the rest of her body.
Branch slips a finger in, making her gasp. The teal troll takes the opportunity to capture her in another sloppy kiss and Poppy thrust her hips forward, needing to feel more of him inside of her. He adds another, cupping her heat in a way his palm brushes against her clit with each movement.
Poppy moaned into his mouth, and Branch flinches when her fingernails scratch down his abdomen lightly, marking a trail to their destination. The Pop Queen's hand delicately wraps around his cock. Desperately wanting him to experience what she's feeling, she starts moving up and down, flicking her wrist and squeezing at the right time, but Poppy's mind is getting hazy and her strokes are getting sloppy and fuck— his tongue now swirling over her left nipple isn't helping.
The sensation of both his fingers and her hand coaxing the two of them into oblivion at the same time makes the knot in Poppy's abdomen tighten, and she secretly wishes they had done this in the late morning, when the sun is up and she could watch his beautiful face contort in pleasure. So she could watch as his hand disappears into her underwear, and the veins in his arms becoming more prominent with every thrust of his fingers.
But Branch has other plans. The teal troll pulls away, sucking Poppy's juice off his fingers in a quick motion before pulling her own from his boxers. His hands move to Poppy's hips, urging her to sit on top of him.
"Ride me," Branch slurs, his eyes still not fully opened yet and his hair even more messy than before. To be frank, she could probably cum right here and now, the sight of a sleepy yet fucked out Branch sending the pink troll's mind into a frenzy. His cheeks are probably deliciously flushed, but it's too dark in the room to see it.
Branch just had to say the word, and she would come undone this second.
But riding Branch's dick is so much more fun.
Pushing her underwear aside, Branch brushes her clit again, his hand encouraging Poppy to move against his clothed erection as he watches her through droopy eyelids. Branch groans when Poppy obliged.
"That's my girl."
The teal troll is quick to remove his boxers, and Poppy lets herself be guided onto his cock, lowering herself until he's filled her up completely. His hands fall from her hips and move up to cup her breasts, pulling down her top and grabbing a handful of each as Branch admires Poppy from below, lips slightly parted.
The Pop Queen starts to move, deliberately slowly at first, her limbs still fighting to shake off sleep. Speeding up, she placed her hand on his stomach, the other on his hip as she steadied herself. Soon it gets harder to keep up a steady rhythm and Poppy feels Branch's muscles clench under her palm, a sign that he's near.
The sight of Poppy's silhouette bouncing on his dick has Branch's breath ragged and he knows he won't last long now, feeling her clench around him at a more frequent rate.
Branch pushes himself up, pulling her flush against his chest as he bucks his hips into Poppy. His hand holds the back of her head as his tongue joins hers in an attempt to distract from his impending orgasm. As desperate as Branch is to catch his release and go back to sleep, he doesn't want to cum before Poppy does.
The teal troll knows her body better than anyone and it doesn't take long for him to find what buttons to push for Poppy to lose it. Branch flicks her clit as she clenched around him, at exactly the right time to make Poppy unravel in his arms.
Branch stops Poppy as soon as she's come down from her high, feeling like he's ready to burst if Branch doesn't spill his load within the next minute.
"I-" The teal troll manages to say, as Poppy catches her breath. "I want to cum on your boobs."
Poppy knows it's a question posed as a statement and she pull him close, switching positions instantly so he's on top of her, his playground laid out in front of him. The Pop Queen takes off her top and the first rays of sunlight hit the walls as Branch lets his eyes wander over Poppy's now naked body.
Branch inhales deeply before kissing Poppy again, thrusting in and out of her three more times before pulling out. Two skillful strokes of his hand and Poppy's vision blurs, stars flickering behind his eyelids as he paints her breasts with his cum.
Branch sinks down next to her, flushed and sweaty.
The Pop Queen brushes his hair out of his heavy eyes, sleep already threatening to capture both of them again.
Branch sighs and kisses Poppy's shoulder. "Shower," he mutters, forcing himself to sit upright. "Let's get you cleaned up."