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He’s tired, but he just can’t get his mind off writing this new book. It’s a little frustrating, watching him grow more exhausted at his laptop yet refusing to listen to your pleas to come to bed.
“Adam, you’re going to pass out in your chair again, and I really don’t have the strength to drag you to bed when you do. So the paragraph you’re stuck on can wait until tomorrow, can’t it?” You walk up behind his chair, wrapping your arms around his neck.
One hand reaches up absentmindedly to stroke your arm, but the other is still hovering over his keyboard as he mutters something to himself, lost in thought.
You are persistent, though, and between your begging and the way you begin letting your hands wander down his chest, he finally breaks.
Adam sighs, closing the laptop as he tips his head back to look up at you. “You’ve successfully distracted me. I don’t even remember what I was trying to type.”
His tone is dry, but his pretty brown eyes are as affectionate as they are weary. As you kiss his temple, you reply, “if you come to bed, I’ll make it up to you.”
That promise makes it a little easier to coax him out of his chair, leading him by his hand into the bedroom. “You don’t need to do anything for me,” he assures you, forever uncomfortable with even the most playful suggestion that you owe him sexual favors. He’s so respectful, so considerate, but unfortunately that only drives you to toy with him more.
As he gets into bed, you cuddle up to him, innocently- at first. His head is resting against your chest, but he is still tense, still thinking of his writing. You glide a hand over his leg, feeling the warmth of his skin and the softness of the inside of his thighs.
Adam murmurs your name. He actually begins to relax- just a little- against you, and you let him, inching your fingertips toward his bulge. He stirs a bit as you part the fly of his boxers, letting his cock out so you can stroke it slowly, so slowly that he moans far louder than usual.
Heavy and hard in your hand, his member twitches as you run your thumb over the tip, playing with his precum. His hips buck weakly, and, his eyes involuntarily closing, he rolls onto his back. “Keep going,” he murmurs.
Leaning over him, you press your lips to the head of his cock, lapping at his fluids as he pants softly, his eyes shut. His hand reaches down, feeling for you, finding your hair and petting it as you taste him.
You are in no hurry, especially since he’s falling in and out of a light sleep as you play with him. Your mouth waters as you slowly rub your lips down the underside of his cock until they are pressed against his balls. Tentatively, you lick them, hearing a shaky little whimper from him as he realizes what you’re doing. He isn’t used to this, and when he tenses again you worry that he may not enjoy it.
As you take his balls between your lips, though, gently mouthing on them, you feel his body ease again as he lets out an unusually high-pitched moan. You suck them, giving both sides equal attention, and he mumbles, “…feels amazing… you’re so good at that, baby.”
Adam stretches out, his hands moving above his head as he clutches at the headboard, pitifully groaning. He looks so pretty like this, but you can’t help chuckling at the contrast. No one would believe that the polite, modest professor they know was this same man, vulnerable and shaking, hair messy, back arching as you render him speechless from pleasure.
Your mouth returns to his reddish, dripping cock, twitching and needy for touch. He gasps, but almost drifts off again, even as you slowly build up to his orgasm.
When you ease Adam into your throat, he giggles softly- that’s new, and you like it. He must be too tired to control his noises, you realize. It makes you wonder what other sounds you can coax from him.
You pull back slowly. “Oh, you sound so cute,” you tell him, and his eyes flutter open, immediately self-conscious. You crawl up until you are gazing down at those sleepy eyes, the kind of warm eyes that told even complete strangers they were safe with him.
“Don’t stop now,” you insist, running your hands over his chest. “Let me hear everything, please.”
Reaching down, you let his hard cock press against your entrance, and when he automatically pushes upward, he whines. It sends a rush of excitement through you to have so much power over how he reacts.
“I like that, baby, keep going.” You press down, letting his wet cock slide into your ass, and he shivers.
He wraps his arms around you, using what little energy he has to pull you down toward him, kissing you softly. As he does, he whimpers again, into your mouth, letting you feel how needy he is.
He tries to thrust up into you, but has too little energy to move. You are more than happy to take control. “Poor sleepy thing, you need me to do all the work for you?” You lift your hips up slowly, then force them down, taking him so deep that it hurts just a little.
“Yes, love… please…” Adam’s eyes are closing again, less from sleep than from overwhelming pleasure. “You’re so good to me.”
He’s getting close, and though he can usually last much longer, tonight he just doesn’t have that level of control. You kiss along his dark beard, up to his ear, whispering, “please cum for me, Adam, I need it now.”
Your quick, rhythmic bounces are interrupted by his hands gripping your ass, pulling you down around his cock so he can cum as deeply as possible. When he does, you feel the heat and fullness of his seed inside you, and you begin to match his moans until you both are noisy, writhing messes.
He kisses you again, hungry kisses on your lips, your cheeks, anywhere he can reach until exhaustion slows him down. And when he is finished, his hands falling to his sides and his body limp, you return the favor, covering his face and neck and chest in kisses until he recovers, and his panting and whines subside.
His body is trembling as you lay on him, lifting your hips up only to let his softening cock slide out of you, his semen with it. Eventually you’ll get up, grab a cloth and clean both of you as he sleeps, but for now you want to enjoy having him under you.
“Aren’t you glad you listened to me?” You ask, laying your head on his pounding chest while he plays with your hair.
“Mmm, I suppose…” That was the response you expected from Adam- still reluctant to consider anything more vital than his work, still feeling guilty over doing anything other than trying to save the world.
You sigh. “Oh, okay.” your tone is one of exaggerated disappointment, and in response he immediately grabs you and squeezes your waist, rolling on his side with you.
He brushes his nose against yours, the twinkle in his eye showing you that he knows you’re teasing, but still unable to let it go until he makes his feelings clear. “Yes, of course I am. Thank you.” He places an emphatic kiss on your forehead, and as you break into a smile he can finally close his eyes and rest.
“Goodnight, Adam,” you whisper.
“Goodnight, my love.”