Ka'z woke to the wet heat of Za'r's mouth already wrapped around his cock, the slow pull of her lips and tongue drawing him fully hard before his eyes had even opened.
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains and painted the room in muted gold as she worked him with unhurried thoroughness, one hand stroking the base while her tongue swirled over the sensitive head on every upward glide.
The sensation pulled a low groan from his throat and his hand found her hair almost by instinct, fingers threading through the strands without forcing her rhythm. She looked up at him through her lashes, eyes warm with intent, and continued the steady suction until the pressure built too high to hold.
Ka'z's hips lifted slightly off the bed as the climax took him, thick pulses spilling across her tongue while she swallowed without hesitation, keeping him in her mouth through every aftershock until the last tremor faded.
