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Aldo scrunched his eyes shut as the morning light of the sun sat right in front of his face. With a grumble, he shifted and turned over, where Vincent lay. He opened his eyes slightly and noticed that he wound up taking most of the blanket in his sleep. He clumsily took the blanket out from under him and tossed it on top of Vincent. From his even breath, he could tell that the man was still soundly asleep. He didn't have any meetings that morning, at least, none he could remember, so he let his head hit the pillow and he fell back asleep with ease.
When he drifted off, he found himself in a very good dream. Vincent laid beside him, stroking his chest and his cock. He'd leaned into the touch, and pressed kisses along Vincent's shoulder. He'd found himself thrusting into the tight heat of Vincent's hand when his stroking wasn't enough. God, forgive him, but it was perfect. Vincent's calloused yet gentle hands massaged him perfectly, and almost made him fall asleep. It took strength to be this gentle, and Vincent was the living embodiment of it. He'd tried to reciprocate, but each attempt left his hands shaking and sliding off Vincent's body. Eventually, as Vincent kissed his neck, he brought Aldo's hands to his side and kept them there. Since his cock was now trapped between his and Vincent's body, he began thrusting without abandon. He was close, oh so close-
A poke on his shoulder woke him up. He was just to ask what the big deal was, when Vincent beat him to the punch.
"Were you having a nice dream?"
"Yea, until you interrupted it," Aldo grumbled.
"I figured as much. I didn't want to interrupt you, but ah-" Vincent nodded his head back towards Aldo.
It was only then that he realized the position they were in, with Aldo practically holding onto Vincent with his cock nestled comfortably against his ass.
"Don't freak out," Vincent said, almost predicting what Aldo was about to do. "I don't mind, I just didn't want to do anything to you while you were asleep."
"That's very kind of you, your- Vincent." Aldo coughed out. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? You can't control it. I wouldn't have stayed if I didn't like it."
"I understand," Aldo said, almost sheepish. "I don't suppose we might continue this, considering I'm awake."
"I would love to." Vincent yawned, which then caused Aldo to yawn. "I don't know how long I'll be able to keep my eyes open."
"Me neither." Aldo slowly slid his boxers off, and his hard cock sprang up. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed some lotion that sat precariously at the very edge. He handed it off to Vincent, who poured some into his hands.
Vincent warmed it slightly, and placed a hand onto Aldo's cock. He stroked up and down, as he knew each of Aldo's weak spots. With a flick of the wrist and a twist just so perfectly timed, he felt so good. They always said the Pope was to ask for miracles, thought Aldo imagined that this was not what they had in mind.
Subconsciously, he began thrusting into Vincent's hand. Vincent then changed his rhythm to match Aldo's. God it was good, so so good. He bit back a whine when Vincent brushed over a sensitive area. When he went over that area again, he couldn't help but let out a low moan. A pleased chuckle escaped Vincent's perfect lips. He couldn't find it within himself to be embarrassed by it.
As usual, it didn't take long until he spilled over Vincent's hand. He took in a few shuddering breaths before he fell back on the bed. A sudden tiredness tugged at his limbs and eyelids, demanding a sleep he really didn't need. He only managed to toss a box of tissues on the bed before he was fully asleep.
He only woke up a second time because Vincent had moved off the bed. His startled brain remembered something. He gently eased himself into a leaning position.
"No no no, don't leave. Let me, let me get you off." Aldo sighed as he hit his head on his pillow.
"Get some rest, you can make it up to me later." With a shy, almost hesitant wink, Vincent had gathered up his papal garments and closed the door to their bedroom.
'Later?' He'd be fine with that, more than fine. He knew Vincent's schedule like the back of his hand; so after he got in one last nap, he'd get started on a wonderful present.