Ronan
I wake hard.
My c**k’s throbbing, my breath shallow, and heat coils low in my spine like a fuse lit too close to the end.
There’s a body draped over mine. Hard in all the ways that matter, flushed warm and damp from sleep, and he’s grinding against me.
Eli.
He’s naked. Hair still damp from last night’s bath, tangled at the nape, his leg thrown over my hip. His c**k is stiff, pressed against mine, and he doesn’t even know he’s moving as he slides his length against mine.
I need to find release so badly.
He’s asleep, mouth parted, brow scrunched. And he’s moaning.
"Ronan," he gasps, hips bucking against mine.
Fuck me.
I could’ve come just from the sound of that. Just from the desperate little whimper of my name on his lips as he humps my thigh like he’s dreaming about being
