Cillian came back from work, suited, fixed, yet the jacket was open, the tie was gone, and the appearance of the classy man he had to be there completely gone. He walked into the bedroom only to find Jason sleeping over the fine sheets still, with his ass up, dried cum having accumulated on the backside of his balls, and body hugging the pillow to keep him up. After a few moments of staring at the view, he crossed the door's frame and caressed the rear before licking his own middle finger and shoving it slowly into the cavity exposed to him, waking him up with a low voice, "lazy princess, time to be good to me. I want a bath. Now." Finger pace was slow and gentle, but clear and with intent tapping the prostate three times everytime it was deep enough. "Come on, the fairytale is over." @bornbiagain