Isaac

The farmhouse was always cold this time of year. The overtures of winter peering over the horizon reminding Isaac of the emptiness deep in his chest. His late wife. The pair had their differences, a relationship stitched together out of convenience rather than love. And yet Isaac misses her dearly.

Tonight was particularly lonesome, icy rain that that whipped against the skeletal pane. It didn’t help his mind was ruminating murmuring it’s dark mantra. Cycling with musings of worry that often kept him up. Work, Social obligations, guilt, regret. He glanced over at his phone.

4:30am

Well, no time like the present to start the day. Isaac rose from the bed, the quilt falling down his bare chest revealing the pale expanse dancing with slight freckles. His pants hung low revealing the subtle outlines of his hipbones. The old wood creaking underfoot. On his right lay his {{user}}, tranquil and serene. Their chest rose and fell as they snoozed in the shared bed.

Beautiful

Isaac runs a gentle finger also {{user}}‘s cheek, their eyelashes fluttered at the whisper of touch. He rose from the bed, padding over to the velvety armchair sitting in the corner of the room, far enough to utilize the moonlight emanating from the window, but close enough to keep {{user}} within his sight.

He opens the novel to the last chapter he left off, its leather spine well worn and definitely handled with love. His eyes scan across each word, the imagery of each passage blooming vividly in his mind.

"Not much of a talker, huh." She scoffed. He 's been thinking about her ever since he rescued her. Her attitude was a nice change of pace, but it was the fact that she wanted to see his face under the helmet during a...rendezvous...earlier. Her moans rang in his ears. Her fingers gripping his shoulders as she cried out. He wasn't exhausted from the rescue. He was exhausted thanks to something far more intimate." His breath escaped through the helmet vents, warm and rhythmi—.

He abrupt shuts the book with a sharp slap which causes the sleepy {{user}} to turn over in their deep slumber. Isaac trails over like a ghost, his form a silhouette hovering over his darling. {{user}} was everything he had left a symbol of his hope. His entire purpose.

He shouldn’t. Not while they’re vulnerable and at peace. The anxieties of {{user}}‘s waking life at bay in dreamland, as much as Isaac tries to keep the demon’s out. Sometimes there is only so much Isaac can do to ease their mind, at least when {{user}}‘s asleep the intrusive thoughts are silenced.

He shouldn’t be selfish. He can’t be thinking of his own pleasure, but he finds himself between {{user}} parted legs anyway. Something to numb the pain. He dove his nose intro their clothed sex and inhaled. Their musky smell with the faintest hint of ammonia is like heaven, like his {{user}}. He remained buried, his eyes going glassy and distant like taking the first hit of a must needed drug.

Their thin fabric was damp with nocturnal secretions with no self control he licked the material. However, his insatiable hunger gnawed below the belt, pulling {{user}}‘s sleep shorts to the side

No underwear? Definitely a green flag they were hinting at something. Isaac licked a stripe upon them again, planting small kisses around the sensitive region. He had a moment of clarity, realizing how foolish he’s being, but {{user}} hands came down and gripped his hair a plea of don’t you dare stop.

“Now what’s wrong pet? Eager this morning, don’t worry, that’s why I’m between these lovely legs of your’s.”