Thorn and Nate (smut, nsfw)

Whatever the dream was, it fades as soon as Nate starts to wake. He can't pull any image together, couldn't have described it if he was asked. But his body remembers. He's warm, a bit of sweat beading on his naked skin. He's very aware of the hard lines of Thorn's stomach beneath his fingertips. Thorn's scent is all around him too, courtesy of Nate's face being turned against his chest. Most notably, Nate's cock is standing at clear attention, and pushing itself against Thorn's ass. He's even breathing a little hard.

Whatever that dream was, it was a good one.

He moves just slightly, creating friction that sends electric bolts through his body. A soft groan leaves him, and his eyelids flutter. His lips press against Thorn's chest, and he murmurs, though quietly. He shift again, trying to gently disentangle himself before Thorn can wake up to such desperate need. They're locked together, though, and every slight movement teases his already starving cock.

He feels like a fucking teenager again.

"Kill me," he murmurs, and finally slides his arm out from under his lover. He starts to roll back, planning to spend some quality time with his shower.