Sunday Morning Blowjob

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Writer’s note: Arthur and Digitalis are andynes, which are people with large feathered bird-wings. This story takes place the Sunday after “Just another Tuesday Morning,” and the characters are from my “Crimson Changeling” work.

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Arthur woke early, as usual. The room was stiflingly warm and both he and Digitalis were in their underwear under their thinnest blankets, yet they were both clammy and sweaty. Arthur pulled his black-feathered wing out of the way and leaned over. Everything was in place but he’d still have to be quick.

“Digit,” said Arthur, gently nudging him. “Come on, wake up. The faster you do this, the faster I can get to making breakfast.”

Digitalis’s scraggly, half-featherless wing was hanging off the left side of the bed and Arthur reached over and hauled it up, stretching it to ease the muscle cramps.

“Thanks,” grunted Digitalis. He sat up slowly, and Arthur noted his distended lower belly; Digitalis was on restoratives for the wounds on his wing, and though they helped regenerate the tissues, they also made him constantly have to pee. A quiet whooshing noise preceded a large wet spot forming in Digitalis’s briefs; he smartly pulled them out of the way, which didn’t turn out to be the best decision: he was half hard, and pissed a strong jet just over the edge of the pee pad next to the bed. Digitalis jerked sideways and corrected his aim, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. He gave a sigh of relief that mutated into a huge yawn.

“How are you feeling, baby?” asked Arthur, scooting over to Digitalis across the large andyne bed. He slid an arm under the crook of Digitalis’s wings and leaned down to kiss his neck.

“My throat is dry and my head is…not bad, actually,” Digitalis yawned again. “And you’re all clammy.”

“So are you, love,” snorted Arthur. He gave Digitalis another kiss, watching him pee. It would’ve normally been erotic, but the smell of restoratives on Digitalis’s urine ruined it for him: it reminded him of the time Digitalis had almost bled to death in the hospital, which was still fresh in his mind almost six weeks later. Arthur pulled Digitalis slightly closer to him. His arm, with his olive skin and freckles, looked very dark against Digitalis’s pale chest.

Meanwhile, the wide semicircular pee pad easily absorbed the pounding torrent of piss from Digitalis. He reached over and grabbed his water bottle, and drank from it for several seconds.

“Don’t you have to pee too?” asked Digitalis. His flow slowed abruptly to a lazy trickle; his dick was hard, throbbing visibly in his hand.

Arthur took a deep breath and sighed, seeming almost exasperated. “You’re horny.”

Digitalis leaned back, stretching his bluejay-like wings behind him while his cock stood straight up. “It’s been a busy week. We haven’t done anything since before breakfast on Tuesday.”

Arthur fidgeted with a stray lock of his curly, dark waist-length hair, which had come loose from his usual nighttime braid. “We’ve both been going almost nonstop since Hydi got here,” Arthur said sheepishly. “There hasn’t been time.”

“I know, I was there,” said Digitalis, scooting back on the bed to sit closer to Arthur. “And you have been absolutely wonderful, Arthur. I’ve barely had to kırşehir escort lift a finger.”

Arthur hesitated. “Well…I only do it for one reason.”

Digitalis raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Arthur leaned in close, sitting up on his haunches. His large penis bulged through the thin fabric of his briefs. Arthur took a deep breath and whispered, “Because I love you.” He gave Digitalis a quick peck on the cheek and pulled back like he was going to get off the bed.

Digitalis snorted. “You got me. What is it, though? Is something wrong?”

“Well…Your pee smells like those pills you take…”

Digitalis’s eyes fell to the pee pad. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry…” Arthur felt his stomach drop a little when Digitalis didn’t respond right away.

“You might be able to pee on my pee, cover it up,” said Digitalis. “Like they do in marking practices on the Renoige Homeworld.”

Arthur blinked. “…What?”

Digitalis started gently playing with himself. “These pads the hospital sent us home with are the high-grade foam ones. It lessens the odor as it absorbs, and maybe if you ‘mark’ it-“

“I don’t think it works that way, Digit.”

“Then let’s go to the shower and you can mark me,” suggested Digitalis.

Arthur sighed. “Digit, it’s five in the morning. The door creaks and I don’t want to wake the girls just so they can start fighting again…”

“It’s been bothering you that much, huh?” asked Digitalis.

“I don’t know how you do it. Is it normal to have this much raw anxiety over everything? I’ve never been a stepdad before and everything is so…” Arthur was so worked up that he was surprised when Digitalis leaned over and put his hands on either side of his face.

“Arthur. You are doing a wonderful job. My kids love you-“

“Not miss ‘I’m going on a run,'” Arthur scoffed.

“We’re working on that. Anyway, they do love you, I love you-” Digitalis lifted Arthur’s chin a little so that Arthur was looking him in the eye. Digitalis’s eyes were amber, and pupil-less, reflecting slightly in the dim early morning light. Arthur had found them strange at first, but after three years with Digitalis is was weirdly endearing. “And most importantly, you’ve got quite a large-“

Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes, but let Digitalis tug at the waistband of his boxers. “I know, I know.”

“…-vocabulary,” said Digitalis.

“I don’t want to sneak out to the bathroom though,” said Arthur anxiously. “And I do really need a pee.”

“Have I mentioned that we have a hospital-grade pad, designed exactly for that purpose? Because we do,” Digitalis pointed out.

Arthur eyed the pad on the floor. The half-circle was almost as wide as the bed, covered in plain gray fabric, and it looked almost dry. The weird alkaline smell from the medication was still there, but it wasn’t quite as strong as Arthur had expected.

“Now that I think about it, maybe I’ll go with your marking idea,” said Arthur. Digitalis moved over and let Arthur scoot over to the edge of the bed.

Arthur fumbled with his boxers, letting his large dick out through the hole. It was already pointing straight up, throbbing through his long foreskin.

“Need some help aiming malatya escort that thing?”

Arthur snorted, “Only if you insist.”

“Oh, I do insist,” said Digit.

Arthur grunted and tried to pee, but it was much more difficult than he’d thought, especially with Digitalis touching him, sliding his other hand down toward Arthur’s butt.

“Wow, you are thirsty this morning,” commented Arthur. There was a creak from somewhere else in the apartment, and they froze for a moment. Several seconds passed in silence.

“False alarm,” whispered Digitalis. “Now then, you needed to pee?” Digitalis shook Arthur’s cock back and forth, pausing to play with his long foreskin.

“N-not if you keep that up,” gasped Arthur.

“Oh, shall I stop?” Digitalis asked coyly. “Or if you lie back I could give you head, if you want.”

Arthur took a deep breath. He wasn’t desperate to pee just yet, but he knew he would be eventually. “Alright,” said Arthur. He scooted back from the edge of the bed and leaned back on his elbows while Digitalis positioned himself on all fours between Arthur’s knees.

“So I’m not complaining,” said Arthur while Digitalis ran his tongue along the length of his shaft. “But why oral?”

Digitalis shrugged his shoulders. “Well we’ve only really done handjobs in these short stories. I thought we might try something different this time.”

“Fair en-…nnhhh…” Arthur gasped when Digitalis stimulated his frenulum with his deft fingers. “Fair enough.”

Digitalis didn’t reply; he briefly took Arthur into his mouth, and took his time exploring Arthur’s glans with his tongue. Arthur was more sensitive than he anticipated, and bit back several moans while Digitalis licked and sucked.

SKREEEE-

A metallic scraping noise echoed through the apartment. Arthur and Digitalis froze. Arthur didn’t know what it was, but his heart was suddenly racing again. The sound carried well in the early-morning stillness, but it sounded like it had come from outside.

“Sounds like it was a garbage truck or something,” whispered Digitalis, glancing over his shoulder at the door to the hallway.

They waited for a reaction to the noise, but none came. Digitalis resumed sucking on Arthur’s dick, which had become exponentially more sensitive in the few seconds since the noise from outside nearly gave him a heart attack. He twisted back on the bed and couldn’t quite hold back a low, desperate moan as Digitalis explored with his tongue.

“Digit, I’m getting close,” panted Arthur. Digitalis kept going, sliding one hand underneath Arthur’s butt. “…Digit, I’m serious. I’m about to come in your mouth,” Arthur reiterated, breathless. Arthur lay back on Digitalis’s pillow, writhing and tensing restlessly. His whole body felt hot, and his balls were tightening much faster than usual.

Arthur couldn’t hold back a strangled cry when he unloaded into Digitalis’s mouth. He came a lot, and Digitalis kept sucking until he was finished. Arthur felt some of his fluids dripping into his boxers, and Digitalis reached over him to snatch up some tissues.

Arthur relaxed while Digitalis cleaned him up. His wings were still twitching from his orgasm when he sat up a moment later. niğde escort Digitalis moved out of the way when Arthur swung his legs off the bed, dangling his swollen cock over the pee pad. Next to him, Digitalis still had his dick out. He played with himself a little, grinning bashfully when he caught Arthur watching.

“Feeling better?” asked Digitalis, masturbating faster. Arthur’s bladder began to let go, dripping into the pad.

Arthur was still out of breath, and nodded to give himself more time. “I needed that.” He grunted. He felt his bladder release and sighed contentedly. “Need a little help?”

“Only if you insist,” snorted Digitalis, scooting closer to Arthur.

“Well I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Arthur replied. He twisted a little to keep his heavy flow on the pad while he grasped Digitalis.

Digitalis wound his fingers into the black downy feathers on Arthur’s back, kissing Arthur’s neck while Arthur worked on him, still pissing into the pad.

“How long have you been holding it this time?” purred Digitalis.

“Just since last night,” said Arthur. “I really liked that tea we all tried.”

Digitalis grunted, “It’s not gone, is it?”

“No, I made a fresh pitcher before bed,” laughed Arthur. Digitalis squirmed. “It’s just unsweetened.”

“Y-you mean-” Digitalis was clearly trying to keep from bucking, and Arthur sped up. “That pitcher?”

“Well it’s the only one we own, and I’ve washed it so many-“

“Arthur, I’m coming,” gasped Digitalis. His recovering wing twitched behind him, and he briefly bit down on Arthur’s shoulder, leaving a red mark. He released half a dozen spurts of thick white fluid, which Arthur reached over and caught with his free hand. Once Digitalis was all done, Arthur cleaned his hand with another tissue and tossed it into the little wastebasket next to Digitalis’s nightstand, where it landed atop a pile of used gauze and bubble packs from Digitalis’s medications.

Digitalis rested his head on Arthur’s shoulder. Arthur’s stream into the pad was finally slowing, and stopped just before Digitalis resumed his much-needed morning pee. It didn’t take him quite as long to finish as it had taken Arthur, but Arthur didn’t mind. They sat leaning against each other contentedly for a few minutes, both sweatier than ever. A small set of footsteps pattered outside in the hallway, and for the first time in it didn’t fill Arthur with dread; it was Digitalis’s four-year-old daughter, Hydrangea.

Digitalis sat up, whispering. “Maybe if we don’t make any noise she’ll go back to bed.”

“Let’s hope,” replied Arthur. A moment later they heard the door across the hall creak open. Arthur and Digitalis exchanged a glance, wincing.

“Well, that dream was nice while it lasted,” said Digitalis. “I’ll take this one.” He stood up, grabbing a nightshirt off of his dresser and tying it on around his waist. He strode to the door as the small feet he’d heard outside ran across the hall and a set of small fists began pounding on the door.

“DADDYDADDYDADDYHELP!” shrieked Hydrangea’s voice. Arthur hid behind a sheet while Digitalis stepped out into the hall, closing the bedroom door behind him. Arthur could hear them talking outside, but didn’t really listen while he pulled the sweaty sheets off the bed to start changing them. It was laundry day-

Digitalis’s voice rang out through the apartment, alarmed: “CHRYSANTHEMUM!”

“Ugh, kids,” Arthur groaned under his breath, dropping the bedsheets and grabbing his bathrobe to go help Digitalis with the situation.

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