Waking Moments
Field sighed. Rubbed his eyes. Closing them.
"Sleepy-mouse ... "
"Mm," went Field. Twitching. His whiskers were twitching. And he breathed deeply and turned a bit ... in bed. Turned from his back to his side ... facing his partner. But eyes closed.
"Morning, hun," said Welly.
Field breathed.
"Morning, sleepy-mouse," the skunk repeated. Voice a bit heavy ... from sleep. A just-woke-up voice. A bit groggy.
"Mm ... " The mouse, eyes closed, smiled lightly. Breathed. "You don't have to keep ... calling me that ... "
"Sleepy-mouse," the skunk whispered.
Field breathed again ... and let it out. The sound of his breathing ... mixing with the hum of the air conditioner. The air conditioner had been running all night, and the air it was blowing ... was a more lukewarm cool. It had been running too long. As a result, the bedroom was quite chilly (as compared to the outside).
Field felt a paw run up and down his side ... up ... down. Slowly. Softly ... just the skunk's paw. It moved from Field's hip. Up to his armpit ... and down again.
"You gonna open your eyes, sleepy-mouse ... "
"I'm not ... a sleepy-mouse," Field breathed, smiling.
"No?" A nose-nuzzle ... to Field's cheek. "No?"
"No ... " A shy giggle.
"Mm ... sleepy, sleepy, sleepy ... "
"Oh, stop it ... "
" ... mouse. Mousey-mouse. My mousey ... mouse," breathed the skunk.
Field sighed. Breathed. And blindly fished with a paw ... to pull the blankets up and over them. The sheets were down at their waists ... their bare, furry chests exposed to the air. To the dust motes that swirled and bobbed and danced ... in the eddies of air. In the beams of light that came through the window. The mouse pulled the blue blankets over them ... halfway up their chests ...
The skunk snuggled.
The mouse snuggled back.
"Gonna open your eyes, hmm?" whispered Welly.
"I'm ... they don't wanna open ... "
"You shouldn't stay up so late," Welly teased.
The mouse, blushing ... but grinning, whispered back, "You shouldn't woo me into having sex at two in the morning ... "
A giggle. "I was yiffy," was the sleepy defense. And the mouse, whose belly was right up against the skunk's, felt Welly's body move ... as he shrugged.
"Mm ... "
"So were you ... as I recall ... " The skunk was breathing ... the fur of the mouse's cheek. Breathing. Sighing.
"Mm," went Field again, sighing. Eyes still closed. "Mm ... " He was sighing.
"Field," Welly whispered.
"Mm?"
"You're falling back asleep," the skunk whispered.
"Mm-mm."
"Uh-huh ... "
A sigh. "Mm-hmm," the mouse relented.
"Hmm," went Welly.
Field giggled ... and shook his head. And relented ... again. And blinked. Blinked his eyes opened. And the morning greeted him ... with sight. And saw the skunk's own eyes ... looking back at him. Brightly. Squinting lightly. And saw the egg-shell blue of the painted walls of their bedroom. And the darker blue of their sheets ...
Welly's paw ran up and down ... the mouse's side again. The air conditioner still humming in the background.
"My eyes ... "
" ... are pretty," whispered Welly. "Like ... a cool autumn sky."
Field's cheeks blushed. "Mm ... I was gonna say they hurt, but ... " He smiled innocently. "I'll take your word for it ... "
"A wordy mouse like you? Taking other's words?"
"Mm ... I'm always causing a mischief."
"What are we gonna do with you, huh?" Welly asked. Grinning.
"Heaven knows ... "
"Mm ... we'll just have to think of something."
The two furs lay there. In bed ... side-by-side, belly-to-belly ... and blinked and breathed.
Field wrapped an arm around Welly's back. Drowsy. Hugging. Breathing. He put his nose in the skunk's neck-fur ... and allowed his eyes to sink shut again ... as he just breathed of the fur. Of his love. Of the scent and softness of it. Silky soft. And ... the pulse below. The pulse in the skunk's neck. The warmth ... so warm ...
"Field," Welly whispered, hugging him back, and then ... slowly turning onto his back. Pulling the mouse with him. So that Field's head ... went to his chest.
"Mm," went Field.
"Field ... "
A soft squeak.
"You can't sleep, honey ... you gotta leave for work in an hour ... "
A whimper. A sigh. And an opening of the rodent's eyes. "What ... time is it?"
"7:40 ... "
"Mm ... " A pause. Breathing, breathing, and Field ... wriggled atop of Welly's body. The skunk making no effort to stop him. The mouse atop the skunk ... and resting. Breathing. Their bodies rising and falling with their breaths. But both of them still under the sheets and blankets. "We can ... have a go, can't we ... "
"Honey, you're tired ... cute," said the skunk, "but tired." He smiled. Breathing deeply. Swallowing. Licking his dry lips. And yawning ... " ... mm ... "
"I don't care," was all the mouse whispered. And then giggled. "Mm ... aren't yawns contagious? Or ... something ... " The mouse was yawning ten seconds later.
A chuckle from the skunk.
Field kissed ... the skunk's face. The face of his beloved one. Blindly, eyes closed, his kissed ... cheeks, nose ... lips.
The skunk breathed ... and took it. The mouse's shy, gentle ministrations. Wrapping his arms around the mouse's back ... rubbing up and down. Softly. Fingers and paws roving and raking through fur.
The mouse smiled ... feeling a bit more awake, a bit more ... energetic ... at the feel and touch ... at the care. At all of it. The scent ... the softness of the bed. The pillows ... under the skunk's head. And their breathing. And ... the light through the window. And the bird-songs that could be heard.
Welly sighed. Hardly able to steady his breath ... as soon as he took one, he sighed it back out. Field doing the same.
The mouse wriggled down a bit ... and mouthed at the skunk's chest. Sucking at fur. And mouthing for Welly's nipples.
"That ... tickles, sweetie ... "
"Well ... shouldn't have told me." A grin. A giggle. "Cause, now ... I'm gonna have to keep doing it."
A giggle. A squirm. "Field ... "
The mouse suckled the fur on Welly's chest. The black, silky fur ... and the nipples on his chest. Teasingly ... and then sidled further down ... nosing down the line of symmetry down the skunk's chest. To his belly button. Nosing. And then ... lost beneath the sheets. The skunk's head and shoulders and upper chest ... exposed ... the rest of him covered. And the sheets bulging as the mouse burrowed down, down ... nosed ... sniffed.
"Oh," Welly breathed. "Oh ... " A deep breath through the nose. A fresh breath. A breath of morning. A breath of life. And he let it back out ... eyes closing for a second. Body seemingly melting into the sheets. Heavy. Weary. But ... feeling good. The mouse had the skunk's sheath marinating in his mouth. Soaking it in his saliva. Though his mouth was a bit dry from waking ... so the mouse sucked, sucked ... hoping it would stimulate his mouth to wet.
"Mm," went the skunk, squirming a bit ... and then going still ... as his cock peeked out. And slid out. And into the mouse's waiting mouth.
Field said something, but it was muffled ... both from having a cock in his mouth ... and from being hidden by the sheets.
"Wh-what?" Welly asked.
The only response he got was a playful, shy little ... giggle. And a harder sucking.
Welly felt the head of his cock ... passing in and out of the mouse's lips. Felt the head of his cock smacked with little kisses. And then ... " ... ohh ... mm," went Welly, panting a bit now ... as the mouse's tongue licked and lapped at the tip. And took the head in.
Through the sheets, the faint sound of a suck-suck-sucking ... could be heard. Like a baby on a bottle.
"Ohh ... sweetie ... "
The skunk felt the mouse pull his mouth off his cock ... and felt, a second later, a blowing breath ... hitting his saliva-coated member. And Welly shivered and purred ...
And the purring ... drove Field further ... as he took the skunk back in. Sucked, sucked, sucked ...
Welly felt a paw grip at his furry sac. Rolling the balls around. Tugging ... and felt another paw ... fish about his rump. Felt his rump squeezed. He arched a bit ... eyes half-open. He saw Field squirm beneath the sheets. Saw the outline of his form. And felt him. But couldn't see him directly. And, for whatever reason ... knowing Field was there ... and feeling him there ... but not being able to see him ... there was something very erotic in that. And it heightened the skunk's senses.
The paw at the skunk's rump ... stroked, tugged his tail ... a finger sliding down the line between his rump cheeks. A finger pushing his tail-hole like an elevator button. And sliding in, in ... stopping. The skunk's tail-hole clenching, clenching ... the muscle closing ... on the finger from the mouse's paw. And the mouse pulled it back. And pushed it back in. Slowly. Very slowly. While tugging and kneading the skunk's sac ... and while moaning as he sucked Welly's cock.
"Ohh ... uhmm ... " Welly panted, panted ... rolled his head this way and that. Blinked, sighed ... and felt so flushed. So hot. "Oh ... " All the touches. They were so sensitive and sensual, and it was driving him into a frenzy. And he tried to control himself, but couldn't ... he humped (though gently) Field's mouth.
A muffled squeak ... from beneath the sheets. Followed by a panting, panting ... and then a giggle. As Field adjusted his sucking and head-bobbing ... to match the skunk's airy thrusts.
Welly's paws dug into the sheets. The mattress. His eyes watered a bit. Blinking, blinking ...
Field sucked, bobbed ... beneath the sheets. Slid his finger in and out of the skunk's rump. And tugged on the sac ... and the mouse's tail became visible. As if it had a mind of its own ... and was snaking about in the air outside the sheets ... the thin, silky tail was obviously excited. It flailed about.
Welly squirmed and squealed ... hitting his orgasm without much fair warning.
Beneath the sheets, the mouse moaned and sighed ... whiskers twitching, nose flaring ... twitching about ... as he barely had time to register that hot cum was pelting the back of his throat. Running down it. He almost coughed, but ... fought the instinct. And breathed, breathed ... let it pool on his tongue, tickle his throat ... such a need to swallow ... and he finally pulled off (when he was sure he had all of it) and sloshed it around ... and then did swallow. Swallowed. And moaned ... wriggling up the skunk's body and kicking the sheets aside. Seed dripping from his lips. He wiped it with a paw and panted, heaving ... and flopped to his back in the bed.
"Oh," panted the mouse. "Oh ... " He licked his lips again. Breathing through the nose. "Mm ...
"Ohh ... wow," panted the skunk. "You've never ... that's the best oral you've ever done."
"Really?" A quiet blush.
A nod. A pant. "Oh ... yeah," went the skunk.
"Well ... breakfast is the most important meal of the day," whispered Field. His ears were flushing and blushing ... as he spoke. "I've had mine."
The skunk blinked ... and then giggled. "Oh, you're a cheeky mouse."
"At times," Field whispered.
They petted, stroked each other ... until Welly nodded, nodded. Whispered, "Alright, hun ... hold on ... "
And Welly slithered down his body ... and disappeared beneath the sheets. Taking his turn.
And Field giggled and squeaked ... closing his eyes.