... I blink ...
and I'm awake. The cool, grey light of a summer dawn fills the room. I close my eyes again; plenty of time before morning... No, definitely awake.
You lie on the other pillow, a shadow of stubble on your cheeks. Your strong features blurred by sleep, your mouth slack, slightly open. Soft snores greet the dawn. You look so peaceful. I wonder can I do something about that?...
Your body is outlined by the sheet which is all that covers us. I slip carefully down under the sheet. In the dimness you lie exposed. One hand rests by your head the other on your hip. Your chest hair is a soft carpet. My gaze moves down; your belly, not the six-pack you aspire to but trim nontheless, your hips, almost smooth, your thighs, strong, muscled with a colouring of hair. Your sex; a luxuriant bush dark against your skin, your balls lying slack against your thigh, your cock soft, shrunken, sleepy.
I gaze a little longer, then blow, gently. Your breathing hitches, your balls tighten slightly. I pause, waiting as you settle again. I move carefully closer and breathe warm air into your bush around the base of your cock. He stirs ever so slightly; you, sleep on...