Now that I’m a little more awake, I realize someone is breathing into my neck and wriggling closer to me. Deeper into my butt.
When I near Nox whine in his sleep, my eyes widen. I ask my brain, “Is that what I think it is?”
My drooling brain replies, “It’s early, we have a hard-on pressed against our ass, and a delicious man in our bed. I’m out.” Then it disconnects.

Auteur: Belle Aurora