As I crept past your room, I heard the sobbing. She had abandoned you again. Our eyes met as I slipped inside and dropped to my knees by your bed. You stopped your weeping to gasp as my hands found your need. Though swelling in my fingers, you started to shake your head, but I leaned forward; the taut, silken knob glided between my lips. Your strong digits dragged through my hair to clasp my skull. How your breathing raced as my tongue circled your hardness.