Andrew that has the habit of appearing behind you, especially when you’re getting ready for the day. Slipping on the jock strap variety of packing underwear, adjusting said packer so it doesn’t seem like you got a hard-on and so it’s comfortable.
You know he’s behind you, he smells rich and heavy, gotta be that cologne you got him for Christmas. There’s a hitch in his breathing as he watches in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Andrew takes a step forward to look over your shoulder, curiosity getting the best of him as he grabs at the bulge.
“Jesus, Andrew-“
“You’re so big for me, sweet pup.”
There’s a grumble that slips past your lips, your eyes meeting his in the mirror. He’s toying with the silicone, his eyes linger at your scars, reminder of your progression. They are healing nice enough. You’ve already done your routine to take care of ‘em. Andrew moves to scent your hair, your neck and he growls.
“You’re ridiculous, Pope.”
He grimaces and sighs, “You love this, I know you do.” His squeezing doesn’t let up as he gives you a crooked smile, his canines pushing past his lips. You love his smile, you hope he never ‘fixes’ them. They are perfect as is.
“Sure, but we’re busy today, mister.” A slight chuckle escapes both of you and he hums, “Has that stopped us before?” Andrew is back to smelling you before pushing you up against the bathroom counter. You can feel him pressed hard against your ass, rutting and whimpering.
“My sweet boy, Andrew.” He whines and grips harder at your hip and bulge. “Thank god it’s fake, you’d be fuckin’ ripping my shit off.” Andrew whimpers out an apology quickly which you tsk.
“No, no, it’s alright, get your rocks off. Show me I’m yours, pup.” Pope craved submission as much as he did control, that’s the beauty of it. The way the two of you could switch between roles like it was as simple as breathing. He croaked out another moan as he ruts faster.
“You gettin’ close for me, hm?” Andrew nods vigorously, he’s starting to tear up as his legs wobble. He whimpers and sheds some tears, “Please, please let me have this.”
“Mhm, go ahead, sweet boy. You’re doing so good for me, cum. Cum for me, honey.” Andrew huffs and shoots his load, ruining his boxers and jeans. Already, he feels gross and you try your best to hold him up, he’s a fuckin’ rock. Moving around to rub his sides and kissing the side of his head, “So good, so good. Let’s go get you cleaned up, mm?” He nods wearily and snuggles into you, getting his filth on the both of you then you both move to the floor while holding each other. Shared kisses and sweet nothings are whispered.
It’s a proper start of the day.
