Good Morning [Part 1]

Good Morning [Part 1]

An Ethan & Oliver Memory

It had been years since Oliver had conceived a child to full term. Their daughter Athena was now 16 and living on her own. He and Ethan had tried a few times to have another baby but it just hadn't been in their cards. Olver's body had rejected every pregnancy early on or he just failed to conceive. It was a bitter Winter morning as Oliver lay in bed. He stared at the ceiling with a frown before rolling over to find his cell phone somewhere in the sheets. He casually swiped through to his calendar before getting up and going to their downstairs bathroom. His body ached as he walked as stiffness wrecked his small frame. He glared at himself in the small mirror after washing his face. He then sat on the cold toilet with a groan as he slid his lace panties down. The calendar had been right and he had forgotten. Oliver frowned as he stepped out of his now dirty undies, placing a foot on the rim of the toilet seat as he inserted a tampon he had gotten from the cabinet. That didn't make him feel any better about it all as he left the soiled garment on the bathroom floor and headed back upstairs bare ass exposed. As he got back to the bedroom Ethan had woken up and was sitting on the edge of the facing him as he walked in. Ethan smiled and motioned for Oliver to come back to bed. "But... I'm" Oliver trailed off as he walked over anyway. Ethan pulled him into his lap, rubbing his exposed thighs. "Your skin is so soft. Why are you awake so early?" He asked as he began to part Oliver's legs with his hand. "Hey, I just got my period...We can't...." Oliver protested despite the attention being more than welcome. Ethan didn't care, he had been with Oliver since they were young, and before his surgery. It took a lot to gross him out. He embraced Oliver closer, holding him tight against his chest and locking his legs apart with his own. He slid a hand down his body gently before carefully rubbing Oliver's protruding clit. "Are you sure we can't play a little?" Ethan whispered into the now aroused and blushing trapped boy in his lap.  He kept going, without needing to hear Oliver's answer. He continued to stimulate Oliver's clit, rubbing it in circles slowly. Ethan smiled as he held Oliver in his arms. It gave him such joy to watch his spouse in blissful ecstasy. Oliver continued to moan loader as Ethan picked up the pace, edging him closer and closer to climax. He felt Oliver's body tighten as he tightly clutched Ethan's forearm. Ethan began to suckle at the nape of Oliver's neck sending him into orgasm. Oliver's legs and body quivered as he came, matching the desperate moans that he expelled from his tiny frame. As Ethan moved his hand away from Oliver's now swollen and red clit he wrapped both arms around his waist, embracing him gently. "Good Morning," Ethan whispered with a smile, burying his head in Oliver's neck. Oliver smiled back, exhausted, and satisfied. "Morning."