Hey there,hope you're doing well. I was just wondering, how would you think Preston and SS' morning would be when they wake up with their arms wrapped around each other? Cute or Sexy Time?( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I don't mind both.
//Thanks for my first ever request. As a note to all readers, use “Sole”, “SoSu”, or “Sole Survivor” instead of “SS” in requests.//
Reality comes to him slowly. It was nice to wake for once of his own accord, not because something needed to be done or Shaun (though he loved him very much) needed something. No, Preston just got to drift into existence. He opened his eyes slowly.
Sole was laying there, Preston tucked into his arms, still asleep. Preston smiled. Being the General of the Minuteman and general savior of the Commonwealth wasn’t an easy job. Thus, seeing Sole for once relaxed and resting was welcome.
Sole made a sound in his sleep. His eyebrows furrowed together. Preston’s first thought was “nightmare”, and he prepared to wake Sole. Instead, Sole suddenly made a whining sound in the back of his throat and moved, pressing his hips into the first firm surface he could find, which happened to be Preston. He was hard.
Preston couldn’t recall how long it’d been since they’d last had sex. It had been so busy for so long that often Sole was off across the Commonwealth, and then too exhausted when he came home to do anything. Then with Shaun, it was hard to do anything particular. But today, Shaun was with his Uncle Nick back in Diamond City. And Sole wasn’t the only one with some built up sexual frustration.
Preston leaned forward and kissed Sole, just firm enough that the other man began to stir. His arms tightened, bringing Preston closer against his chest. Slowly his eyes opened, at first only a crack, but then fully after a few blinks. He smiled at Preston, though there was a lingering look of exhaustion behind his fond gaze.
“Good morning, babe.” Preston crooned.
“Mornin’.” Sole murmured back.
He shifted some to get comfortable, causing his cock to rock against Preston’s hip. He hissed softly, a bit confused, before turning red.
Preston cut him off with a firm kiss. He reached between them and cupped Sole’s cock in his hand. Sole rocked again, and whined against Preston’s lips.
“You want this, babe?” Preston asked as they pulled back from the kiss.
“Yes,” Sole responded quickly, “Please, Preston.”
How could he deny that? Especially when he was getting hard as well. Preston pushed down Sole’s underwear to hug around his thighs. His cock curved up against his stomach, engorged and red. Preston curled his fist around the head and rotated his wrist slowly. Even that bit of friction was enough to make Sole shiver.
“Preston…” Sole started mouthing at his neck, “Lube.”
Preston let go of his cock and rolled back to reach in the nightstand. He laughed as Sole followed, eagerly nipping at his throat. He grabbed their tin of lube, and opened it. Before he could reach for Sole’s cock again, however, he was blocked by Sole’s arms. Sole pushed Preston’s own underwear down, a bit hastily. Preston felt him huff against his skin as his cock was freed. Sole shifted closer. He threw a leg over Preston’s hips, and drew him close, causing their cocks to slot together.
Preston moaned a bit louder than he should have. He didn’t realize how bad he needed Sole until now. He fumbled with the tin of lube, and took a generous amout and slathered it over their cocks. Sole was huffing against his neck. His hips gave a small jerk, but he waited until Preston finished lubing them to thrust forward. The friction made them both moan. It elevated quickly. Soon they were writhing together fast, like teenagers at a lover’s lane.
Sole reached between them and closed his fist around their cocks. Both of their breaths hitched, and they laughed for a moment before a whine came from Preston. He pressed his face into Sole’s neck as he fucked against him.
“Fuck, babe…” He murmured.
Sole’s hand was calloused, from shooting guns and building and handling the worst the Commonwealth could throw at him. But they felt so soft, yet firm. Sole’s touch always ignited a fire in him, but now, having been away from him for so long, Preston felt the fire growing fast.
“Babe, babe…!” He groaned as Sole’s thumb covered the head of his cock, rubbing the sensitive skin, “I-Oh fuck!”
Sole laughed against his temple, “Pres… God… Come for me, baby.”
He scratched at his shoulders, the pressure in his gut growing. His hips jerked erratically as he tried to make good on the request.
“Preston,” Sole’s voice was breathy, “I love you.”
He choked on his moan. The orgasm washed over him, making him tingle from head to toes. His hips kept moving of their own accord, providing friction to Sole, who went still after a minute and whined in the back of his throat as he came.
They were still for a moment. Preston pulled back from Sole’s neck and looked to his face. His eyes were half lidded now, and Preston realized just how dark the bags under his eyes were. Their little session hardly helped his exhaustion, but he looked so sated now. Sole left go of their cocks and moved to roll back on his back.
“Fuck, Preston…” He chuckled.
Preston smiled. He grasped a rag out of his discarded jeans and gently wiped them both clean. Sole just watched, too tired to do much. Preston tossed the rag away. He settled on his side beside Sole, hugging him around his chest.
“Meant it…” Sole’s head lolled towards him, “Love you.”
Preston kissed his forehead, “I love you too, Sole… Sleep.”
It didn’t take Sole more than a minute to follow that order. Preston decided the Commonwealth could wait - being in Sole’s arms was important.
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