you set my head on your thigh, ask me if I’m comfy, and already I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. half-unconscious, my mouth inching forward, my lips parting for you so easily, all drooly as I take you in. if you didn’t know any better you’d think I’m just eager, the way I automatically start to suck. the way I respond to every tiny twitch or throb by hugging your cock with my whole mouth, my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, making little noises; the same noises I make when we’re sleeping together and I have to readjust, holding you tighter, closer. and just like when we’re cuddling, it’s so peaceful that all my fatigue finally hits me at once— I can’t help but pass out. I can barely notice, then, how you force me down further. how you use my hair as a handle to gently grind your way to the back of my throat, and thrust. you don’t even worry about it waking me up, because you know if I do I’m guaranteed to just groggily nuzzle my face against your drool-soaked cock before eventually my lips find it again, wrap around again, and it’ll soothe me to sleep, again.