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“..-ood…yeah that’s it…fuck, Impy..” it’s so quiet Impulse almost brushes it off as a dream. He’s still half asleep when he hears Skizz’s voice panting in his ear. It takes another moment to realise that he’s being rutted against.
Impulse stirs, lifting up his head slightly and the movements slow when he shows a sign of life. “Finally waking up sleepyhead?” The smirk in Skizz’s voice is audible.
“Hmng…” the noise Impulse lets out is more needy and incoherent than he would’ve liked it to be. He shivers when Skizz’s hands find their way under his shirt, tugging at his nipples before continuing to grind against him.
“I knew you were a deep sleeper but damn dude. I’ve been at this for like…thirty minutes.” Skizz pants in his ear. Impulse whines sleepily, needily. Skizz’s bare cock is leaning against his exposed lower back and his own is throbbing in his boxers, neglected.
“Skizz,” his voice is hoarse, “please?” He lets his head fall back onto Skizz’s shoulder, trying to get as close to him as possible.
“I’m a genius, Impulse, but I can’t read minds.” Skizz takes the opportunity of Impulse’s exposed neck to give it soft kisses, followed by hungy bites chasing them.
He arches his back into his partner, keening lowly. “Touch…touch me please..” He feels drool leak down his chin but he doesn’t bother to wipe it away.
“Good job. Even when you’re half asleep you’re still so good for me. You know that? I’d even dare to say you’re more obedient than usual. You can’t help but be a good boy for me, can’t you? Your dumb little head just reverts to its factory settings and lets me take care of you.” Impulse whines at his dirty talk, hips twitching as he searches for any friction he can get.
And finally Skizz slips into his underwear, taking his hot shaft in his hand.
“Th’k you…thank you…” Impulse babbles, lazily thrusting his lips into Skizz’s grip. Skizz does the same, grinding himself harder into Impulse’s rear.
“You’re already leaking for me…” When did Skizz get so close to his head? His hot breath now ghosts over his ear and Impulse can’t get enough of his low morning voice buzzing making the air in his ear vibrate.
“Already so needy…” Skizz chuckles and Impulse nods. “Yes…yes just f’r you…always…mmm—fuck..”
Then suddenly, Skizz lets go, pulling away and making Impulse whine disapprovingly at the loss of touch.
“I know, I know baby. Just—,” he scoots back a bit, “turn around for me? I know you’re so sleepy but I promise I’ll make you feel good. You want that don’t you?”
Impulse scrambles to get turned around, now facing Skizz. Skizz’s heart swells at Impulse’s half-lidded, needy eyes. It’s adorable and hot and just for him.
“That’s it. I know you can be good, baby. Always following my orders isn’t that right?” He scoots closer to him again and cradles his head to bring him in for a soft kiss. Impulse nods at his words, melting into the kiss.
“Good job,” Skizz murmurs against his lips while his hand finds the other’s underwear, tugging it down.
“C’mere,” a strong hand settles itself on the back of Impulse’s thigh, squeezing at the soft flesh there and pulling his hips closer to his own.
Impulse lets him, moving a bit closer until their dicks are nearly touching. Skis lifts his hips, and finally they make contact.
Impulse whimpers when his wet tip ever so slightly sticks to the other’s.
“You don’t have to do anything baby. Just let me take care of you hm?” Skizz’s hand wraps itself around the two of them and Impulse feels engulfed in it. Fingers squeezing him from one side and dick pressed up against him from the other.
Skizz starts thrusting, their pre making it an easy movement. He moves his hand down, jerking the two of them off together. Impulse just shudders, babbling about how good it feels and how grateful he is for Skizz.
“Skizz…Skizz…Skizz…” it’s almost like a chant falling from his lips when Skizz speeds up and he can feel himself growing closer and closer to the edge with every thrust and tug.
He can’t help it, his own hips buck up and he cums. It’s hot and sticky and all over their dicks and Skizz’s hand. From the corner of his eye he can see Skizz grinning contently.
Skizz works him through his high, he thinks. But he soon realises he’s still chasing his own. “Almost there,” Skizz’s teeth scrape against the shell of his ear. The near-painful feeling of overstimulation starts to seep in as Skizz continues to jerk the both of them off with Impulse’s cum serving as lube.
“Fuck—“ He bites down on Impulse’s ear when he cums, adding his own spend to the mix on his hand and their dicks. Impulse just whines, already feeling himself doze off again.
Skizz is panting and when he looks down he sees Impulse slipping back to dreamland. He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks the remaining cum off of it. Shame impulse is too sleepy to see it.
“Good idea, Impy,” Skizz yawns and curls up to his buddy again, feeling himself slip away again slowly too. “We’ll clean up later…”