Page 129 of Pure Silence
Then again, maybe they’d be too afraid.
Day had pretty much slaughtered them.
Goldie shuddered.
Clearly having sensed Goldie’s growing discomfort, Day urged Goldie to stretch out on the couch. He left for a moment, returning with a hairbrush from the bathroom. He sat with Goldie’s head in his lap, and he slowly brushed out his hair.
Goldie had been wearing it down more since he’d met Day. He enjoyed how Day always pulled and played with it, and having it brushed was heavenly. The heavy events of the day were weighing on him, and he was happy to slip back into his submissive fog to alleviate the pressure.
He rolled over to face away from the television, snuggling against Day’s stomach and closing his eyes. Day kept brushing his hair, from root to scalp, gently guiding the bristles through his long tresses. It was so soothing, and Goldie sighed softly.
“Thank you, baby,” he said. “For everything.”
Day continued to brush Goldie’s hair, and he traced his thumb over Goldie’s bottom lip, dancing over the curl of his smile.
Goldie couldn’t resist sucking the tip of Day’s thumb into his mouth, and he chuckled when Day gasped. “Mm, sorry. I mean, you put it there.” He peeked up at Day, grinning slyly.
Day raised one brow, and he glanced very purposefully down at his crotch. He then looked at Goldie, as if asking him a question.
“I dunno,” Goldie replied, heat rising in his cheeks. “If you pull it out, yeah.”
Day’s eyes turned dark, and he bit his lower lip, shifting his hips.
“Go on,” Goldie urged. “Let me suck on you for a little bit.”
Day untied the drawstring of his pants very quickly.
Goldie grinned, and he tilted his head back, opening his mouth to accept Day’s cock. He closed his eyes as the hot head slid over his lips, and he sucked softly. He didn’t feel the need to suck with any real pressure, just enough to feel Day grow thick against his tongue, and he moaned quietly as Day started brushing his hair again.
He relished the slick texture of the head of Day’s cock, and he rubbed his tongue over the velvety shaft. He suckled gently, enjoying the shivers of pleasure when the bristles of the brush glided over his scalp. Behind his ear was particularly sensitive, and he groaned whenever Day dragged the brush over there.
After a little while, Goldie’s stomach rumbled loudly, and he pulled off Day’s cock to say, “Mm, so, uh, dinner?”
Day smiled, and he nodded in agreement.
He brought Goldie his phone so he could order Chinese takeout to be delivered and then put on the nextStaraxmovie. He rejoined Goldie on the couch and offered his cock to suck on some more until the food was delivered. They ate, and Goldie got so stuffed that he thought he might explode or pass out.
Maybe both.
Day took Goldie to bed and laid him down with a loving massage. It was dark now even though it wasn’t that late, though Goldie had lost track of time after lying on the couch for so long. He’d expected that Day would want him to finish what he’d started with his mouth, but Day didn’t seem too concerned.
“Don’t you want me to…?” Goldie asked.
Day shook his head and smiled. “In peace you will lie down and sleep, and you will dwell in safety.”
“So, that’s a no?”
Day chuckled.
“Mmm. All right, baby.” Goldie closed his eyes. He would have happily given Day anything he wanted, but perhaps it was for the best that he went to sleep. He could barely keep his eyes open now, and Day’s firm touch was so relaxing that Goldie had fallen asleep without even saying good night.
* * *
Goldie woke up with Day snuggled against his side, little Twinkle wedged between them, and Purrcy on his pillow. He smiled, always glad to wake up like this. As he stretched his legs and tried to gently untangle himself from the cuddle pile, it suddenly hit him that he’d forgotten to text Florence and cancel doing the podcast with him tonight.
Well, shit.
He felt guilty for not supporting Florence more, even though he could be a pushy prick, but he knew he wasn’t up to recording anything. He was sore, hurting from yesterday, and his hips were especially loud in their complaint as he tried to move.
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