The sound of humming filled the apartment. Content, low and melodious strains of unidentifiable songs reverberated in the small space as he lay back on the couch in his girlfriend's lap, eyes closed. His glasses sat on the table in front of them, he wore a t-shirt and pair of old sweatpants, and all was right with his world.
She was grooming his long, blond hair.
As she ran the wooden brush through his long tresses she stroked with her hand, gently working any tangles out and massaging his scalp. It was soothing to both of them and good for his hair, turning it into a soft cloud of gold that puffed out to frame his sweet, sleepy face. The caresses were turning him into a little bundle of pleasure and he rolled over on his side, snuggling with her leg. She was wearing sweats, too, and the worn cloth was fuzzy and even more comforting.
When she set the brush aside and ran her fingers through he opened his heavy eyelids, the spiral pupils swirling with intensity. He didn't have to ask; she leaned over, fingers still entwined in his hair and pressed her lips to his in an upside down kiss. His humming ceased momentarily as he moved with her, lightly flicking his tongue and mouthing gently. When they broke for air they were both panting, catching their breath as their rapidly beating hearts slowed back to normal.
"You're next, princess," he whispered dreamily, and she handed him her brush with a smile.
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