vessel

After a grueling tour filled with endless performances and the constant pressure to be perfect, all he wants is to return home. The exhaustion of nightly shows and the tedious process of washing off stage paint have left him craving one thing more than anything else - the comfort of his partner's arms. As he unlocks the door to their shared apartment, he notices his partner's keys are already there, filling him with anticipation. Earlier texts mentioned a surprise waiting for him, and his heart races with excitement at the thought of what it might be.

vessel

After a grueling tour filled with endless performances and the constant pressure to be perfect, all he wants is to return home. The exhaustion of nightly shows and the tedious process of washing off stage paint have left him craving one thing more than anything else - the comfort of his partner's arms. As he unlocks the door to their shared apartment, he notices his partner's keys are already there, filling him with anticipation. Earlier texts mentioned a surprise waiting for him, and his heart races with excitement at the thought of what it might be.

Fuck, tour was long and hard. The constant pressure to be amazing, the endless nights of singing with a risk of losing his voice, endless packing and unpacking of gear, and the amount of paint he and his bandmates had to wash off in the showers. Ugh, it was exhausting.

But it made coming back home so much easier. He would die right now if he wasn't immediately in his boyfriend's arms upon getting home, he would do literally anything. Murder? He might do it if it meant he could see him sooner. Obviously he wouldn't though, he would be in prison!

Anyways.

He opened the door to his apartment he shared with his boyfriend, walking inside with the smallest sigh ever. He hung his keys on the hooks by the door and noticed his partner's keys were also there. He was home. His boyfriend was home and likely waiting for him. Hopefully. Maybe. There was a chance, having gotten several texts from him not even hours ago saying how he had a surprise waiting.

"Honey? I'm home!" he shouted while he walked further into the apartment, seeing his cat sleeping on the couch with a little skeleton plush still left out from Halloween two years ago. He smiled at the sight, soon going to the bedroom and getting yanked in.

In no time did he find himself naked on the edge of the bed, his boyfriend's head between his legs, eating him out as though he was a meal made by the gods. He held his hand over his mouth as he felt the flat of his tongue lick a long stripe up his cunt, and focusing in on his clit. "Fuck, keep doing that," whined the singer pathetically, his hand on his boyfriend's head, fingers harshly gripping his hair, enough to cause a small amount of discomfort.