Chapter 14
I wake up early the following morning. Really early.
The sun has only started to rise in the sky, dim grey light leaking in from behind the dark curtain.
I sigh softly. It’s been happening more and more often these days.
I used to wake up early all the time at the knight academy, even before then when I was in school.
I never really felt tired because of it, but it’s annoying to just lay there for hours because you know you should be sleeping.
It sucked when I had a roommate, but once I was senior enough for my own room, I started getting up and using the time to work out or try and finish my homework from the night before. Or jerk off.
At least there are far more interesting things to do with that time here.
It’s only been a few days since we’ve had sex, but that’s kinda long for us.
We haven’t exactly had the free time or been in the mood much, but the fleshy swordfight currently taking place between our clashing crotches this morning tells different tale.
Although... I really should let Khazak sleep a little more.
The last few days have been so shitty and stressful, and I think he had problems sleeping even before the bombing.
There’s been a night or two where I’ve woken up to him tossing and turning. I wish I knew how to help.
So, I wait, I figure for at least another half-hour, but it’s a little tough to tell time with no clock. I try to use the sunlight as a guide, my eyes peeking over the curve of Khazak’s chest from my spot next to him. I just want to make sure I beat the alarm.
Once I’m satisfied with the time, I slowly and carefully wiggle my way out of my owner’s grasp.
It’s not easy because while he’s a fairly heavy sleeper, he’s also very strong, and I almost have to fight to escape the hold he has on me.
I manage it, slinking my way down his body until his arms are empty, pulling the bedsheet down with me.
He’s on his side, one leg partially thrown up, putting me face to face with his cock.
The angle is a little awkward, but I manage to find a position on my stomach that isn’t too hard on my neck.
I skip using my hands altogether, instead drawing my mouth closer to the free-hanging appendage.
I know I have seen, felt, smelled, and tasted this thing so many times over the last couple of months, but I am still impressed by its size.
This close, I can actually see it twitching in time with his heartbeat.
I lower my mouth over the hooded head, a small bead of pre-cum already gathered at the tip.
The familiar taste hits me as I take more of him in, his hard green length quickly filling my mouth.
I press my tongue flat against the bottom of his shaft, stroking lightly as I reach my oral limits before I begin to pull back.
Taking my time, I bob my head back and forth on his horizontal hardness, sucking in lightly to hollow out my cheeks each time I take him in.
I hum softly to myself, pleased when I feel him give a slight twitch, a new bead of pre-cum bursting on my tongue the next time I pull back.
I’m getting good at this. My own dick is rock hard, wedged up between my belly and the mattress, and I grind myself against the fabric as I suck.
As I work, Khazak’s body gives more and more signs of life.
First, it’s more twitches, and then I’m fairly certain I can feel his hips humping forward in rhythm with my bobbing.
I’m not sure if it’s involuntary or he’s waking up, and it’s hard to look up at his face from down here, so I just keep at it anyway.
He’ll let me know when he wakes up, one way or another.
“Another” turns out to be a hand grabbing the back of my head a moment later after a brief pause in his thrusting. It’s gentle, barely guiding me at all, but I know that could change at any second. His hips pick up speed, but still nothing I can’t handle.
“Good morning, pup,” a rough voice greets me from above, the hand on my head tugging lightly at my hair.
I try to mumble out a good morning with my mouth still occupied, but he taps his thumb against my cheek.
“It is rude to speak with your mouth full,” he jokes gruffly, ending the statement with a strong thrust forward.
That signals a change of pace, and his grip on my hair becomes much stronger. Rather than trying to change the pace I’ve been working at, he decides to start pumping his hips forward in earnest, just holding me in place while he fucks my face.
I moan involuntarily. Him taking charge like that just flips a switch in me, and I just want to behave and keep doing what he wants me to.
His strokes are still shallow enough to not make me gag, but drool is starting to pool in the corner of my mouth.
I try to swallow, but when he picks up speed, I just don’t have the chance.
Seeing as I’m not even taking half of him right now, I try to ready myself for what I know is coming next, him pushing all the way into my throat.
He still manages to catch me off-guard, and I sputter around it, the hand behind my head preventing me from pulling away.
I’m more prepared for the next thrust, and after a few more, I get used to the pattern he’s pumping away at and can breathe.
He fucks his cock into my throat with relative ease, only the occasional gag when there’s a particularly rough thrust. Khazak hasn’t said anything since scolding me for talking with a full mouth, content to let his actions speak for themselves.
The wet sounds of my mouth being plundered fill the room along with the occasional moan or grunt.
I think I can feel him taking out some of the week’s frustrations on me.
Suddenly, Sir drags my head forward, pushing as much of himself into my mouth as he can without choking me.
As I mumble-shout in surprise, he swings his leg over my shoulder, turning both of our bodies until I am flat on my back with Khazak facing down above me.
His cock still halfway into my gullet, he pulls his hips up before thrusting them back down, fucking at least another inch and a half into me at this angle.
It’s a little harder to breathe, so I’m hoping this also means he’s close.
I’ve got both hands flat on the mattress, but I am fully prepared to use them to signal him for help if I think I’m starting to turn purple.
I doubt it’ll come to that though, even as his thrusting grows stronger, I can feel him start to tense up, which only means one thing.
With a loud growl, he presses himself down into my face as much as our two bodies will allow.
I can feel the back of my head being ground into the bed as he fills my throat with the first shot, nearly making me gag and cough when he pulls back and repeats himself for shot #2.
The rest of his cum fills my mouth, and I swallow as quickly as I can to avoid making even more of a mess than I’m sure my spit already has.
Falling back to his side and releasing my head, Khazak lets out a relaxed sigh as he settles on the bed.
After swallowing down the remnants and wiping my mouth as best I can, I climb back up the bed to join him, happily allowing myself to be pulled against a muscular green chest. My own dick is still hard, but oddly enough, I’m kinda okay if I don’t get off right now.
“Thank you.” Khazak’s still rough voice says from above. “I seem to have needed that.”
“Me too,” I reply, half against his skin. I feel one of his hands slide down my side, over my hip, and reach for my dick. I pull back to look him in the face. “Actually, I think I’m okay.”
He looks he gives me is half curious, half turned on, but he leaves it at that, smiling as he sits up. “I suppose it is time for breakfast.”
Breakfast is something he’s made for me before, something that seems a lot like porridge, but more finely ground.
think he called it hominy? He’s made it a couple times; it’s pretty simple and quick in the mornings before work.
He said it’s made from corn, which I haven’t had a ton of, but I managed to convince him that it would taste even better with some cheese.
They don’t really do cheese a whole lot around here, but I got him to buy some last week, and I wasn’t wrong. They go together perfectly.
When breakfast is served, I can’t help but notice there’s only one bowl before I am pulled into a lap.
We haven’t done this at home in a while, and not usually at all with things that involve a spoon, but Khazak wants to feed me.
When I look over at his face, I get why.
Just like why I wanted to give him the blowjob, he’s just trying to offer me a little comfort after the last few days, which I am more than happy to accept.
With full bellies, the two of us get dressed and head into work for the day. It seems like it’s mostly going to be more of the same, and I’m in Khazak’s office looking over my language book when he walks in. Expecting to make another delivery, I put the book down and stand.
“Ready to retrieve your belongings from storage?” he asks.
I nod, though I had nearly forgotten about that.
Khazak leads the way outside, back into the station’s yard.
I spot a couple of the officers using the training area off to one side, sparring with some quarterstaffs.
Khazak and I go to the left toward the storage sheds.
These are full of all sorts of equipment for the rangers, and I’m not sure which is the one with my stuff.
“Here we are.” Khazak taps lightly against the big shed door before grasping the lock.
He places it against the back of his wrist, the magical armband unlocking for us.
I never got one of those, but after getting caught breaking into this place, he probably figured it would be best not to.
Removing the chain wrapped around the door handles, he swings them open.