I woke to warmth. Wet heat wrapped around my dick.
My eyes stayed closed for the first few seconds because my brain hadn't finished loading yet. Then the slurping sounds registered. A tongue dragged up the underside of my shaft, slow and worshipful, followed by lips that sealed around the tip before sliding down.
Schlp. Schlp. Glck.
My eyes opened.
The ceiling was familiar. My room. Natalia's hair spread across my left shoulder, purple and white strands tangled across my collarbone. Her hand rested on my chest, fingers curled loosely. Still sleeping. On my right, Celeste's silver-white hair created a river across the pillow, her face pressed against my ribs in the peaceful expression of someone who'd passed out hard.
Both of them unconscious.
Which meant.
I looked down.
