Summary: Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. But then again...
Whenever your morning starts with the sounds of breaking glass, it's a bet that you'd be better off staying in bed. Unfortunately, the gaping hole in the bathroom floor waiting for the next round of repairs assures that isn't an option. So, you stumble out of bed, shove your feet into unlaced boots to ward off the very real threat of tiny shards lodging between your toes, and head into the kitchen.
As usual, the coffee is growing cold in the pot. Your nose wrinkles in distaste as you smear the overly-warm cream cheese on a slice of rubbery toast, and you wonder, idly, if it's even worth the effort. After all, you could just bypass the bread in favor of a morning dish that's supposed to be cold, and the idea appeals to you so much that you reach for the box of cereal...
Only to find it empty, save for the powder-fine crumbs in the bottom of the back.
You're one step away from full-blown irritation, eyebrows furrowed in a scowl, when his arms slide around your middle and warm breath flows against your shoulder. The clever hands at your waist slip the knot free from your robe, and you inhale as one slides low enough to cup your cock. You tip your head back, swallowing heavily as he strokes you slowly.
It may have gotten off to a rough start, but odds are that your day is about to get a whole lot better. It's one bet you know you'll always win, especially with him.
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