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When Wyatt awakens, it's to the rhythmic sensation of hips humping against his backside. At first he's confused, but as he blurrily wakes, he realizes that it's most likely just his boyfriend Grayson. It's a bit... surprising that he'd be humping Wyatt's ass in the middle of the night, but judging by the rock hard cock pressing against his cheeks, he figures it must be a special case. Grayson's hands are also on Wyatt, rubbing slowly and sloppily up and down his sides.
Wyatt huffs out a breath and turns around, intending to make a joke, but realizes another surprising thing: Grayson is fully asleep. Like, completely asleep. His eyes are closed and his breathing is soft, but his hands and hips are still moving towards Wyatt. Wyatt takes in this information with surprise, but ultimately gets over it when he thinks about it for a moment.
Grayson has always been a sleepwalker. Typically the man would do things, like walk around the apartment, open and close doors, or attempt to make food. So this isn't exactly new. What's new is the fact that he's imitating sex— that doesn't typically happen. Has never happened, in fact. But as Wyatt considers it, as Grayson continues to hump his clothed dick against his ass, he decides that maybe this could be a fun opportunity.
First, Wyatt turns over to his other side and slowly pushes Grayson back into a lying position. He goes easily, even with his hands still rubbing anywhere he could touch on Wyatt's body, and his hips twitching forward to look for more stimulation. Once he's on his back, Wyatt throws the blanket off of them, revealing Grayson's thickly tented boxers. Wyatt wastes no time pulling his cock out of them.
He loves the taste of Grayson's cock. As he runs his tongue up and down the shaft, getting it nice and wet, he thoroughly enjoys himself. Grayson tastes clean, like usual, but also distinctly earthy, a flavor that Wyatt can only describe as being specific to his boyfriend. He takes his time, licking up to head and swirling his tongue around Grayson's slit, before slowly sucking it into his mouth.
Grayson reacts very strongly— his hips cant upwards, which pushes his cock further into Wyatt's mouth, and his hands grope and grab at his neck and head, trying to hold him in place. Wyatt finds amusement in this, and starts to bob his head with a cheerful hum. He only gets a few careful sucks in, though, before Grayson does the unexpected; his hands tighten in Wyatt's hair and he, in a fantastic show of strength, pushes Wyatt further down on his cock, forcing the length of it into his throat.
Wyatt gags, and instinctively tries to back off, but finds that he can't. Grayson is holding him surprisingly tightly, thrusting his hips up at the same time, so it's nearly impossible for Wyatt to break free. Panic surges through him, along with a sudden arousal. He's not used to Grayson acting like this. He usually has to beg Grayson to fuck his face, and yet here he is, sleepily forcing Wyatt onto his dick as if he's always wanted to do this.
It's... kinda hot. Like, really hot.
Wyatt forces himself into calmness, and readily takes what Grayson gives him. The slide of cock going in and out of his throat gives him strength, makes the hot sensation growing in his cunt stronger. As it goes on, as Grayson fucks into his mouth eagerly, the man starts to make loud, pleased noises. He groans as Wyatt swallows around his cock, and he grunts as he suddenly starts to speed up, his sleepy body quickly approaching a limit. Wyatt takes it, holding on to Grayson's hips and whining softly.
It takes just a few more rough, sloppy thrusts for Grayson to finish. Wyatt swallows eagerly, relaxing his throat as Grayson fucks in deep and stays there. His cum dribbles right into Wyatt's gullet, warm and sticky enough to make him choke just a bit. Then, as if losing all his strength, Grayson's arms drop, freeing Wyatt to break away for a much needed breath. He pants wildly, wipes the spit and cum from his face with the back of his hand. Grayson lies there, breathing heavily, and Wyatt watches him with a light heart and an aching hot cunt.
He loves this man. He must have more. Grayson's dick is still hard, the curve of it staring Wyatt in the face. He decides to do something about it while he has the chance, this time climbing into Grayson's lap and lining up the head of his cock with his hole. He's dripping slick all down his thighs and onto Grayson's lap, but he doesn't have the mind to be embarrassed. He needs cock inside of him now .
He sits down. He groans immediately from the feeling, the sensation of Grayson's hot, hard cock sliding easily into his pussy. Grayson groans too, his hands blindly coming up to grope at Wyatt's waist and sides. Wyatt lets him, feels adoration for the man as he desperately grips his body. Wyatt continued to drop down rather quickly, burying Grayson's entire dick inside of him in moments. The full sensation is divine— Wyatt loves it, even starts to drool as he grinds his hips forward.
Grayson doesn't stay still, of course. His hips push upwards again, trying to get some friction, some stimulation. Wyatt rewards him by lifting himself off his cock, just a couple of inches, before sitting back down. Grayson matches him with a sloppy thrust up, and somehow it's just perfect. Wyatt moans, Grayson whimpers, and like that, Wyatt starts to fuck himself open on his sleeping boyfriend's dick.
And it goes really well, for a while. Wyatt finds himself speeding up faster than he normally would, his heated desire turning him impatient. He wants to come, too. Grayson's cock curves right into his gspot with each thrust in, so Wyatt grinds his hips forward to follow the sensation, letting his own pleasure build and build. Before long he's bouncing, the sight undoubtedly obscene. The sound of cock slipping further and further into his wet pussy bounces off the wall, along with his and Grayson's pleased moans.
Wyatt finds himself getting close; he leans forward, wraps his arms around Grayson's neck as he slams his hips downward. So good, so good , just a little more...
Then Grayson, the sleepwalking bastard, throws another wrench in the plan. He wraps his arms around Wyatt's waist and, without any sort of warning, flips the two of them over. Wyatt gasps in shock, then yelps as Grayson pushes him into the mattress. His cock is still buried inside, and before Wyatt can say anything, Grayson begins to desperately fuck into him. His hips move fast, almost bruisingly hard, and the sudden tension is enough to have Wyatt coming with a startled cry.
He comes, shuddering and shaking. Pleasure flows through his body quickly, growing even stronger as Grayson keeps going. His strokes are powerful, which throws Wyatt off, as the man usually needs to be riled up to get even half of this intensity. He has to look into his face to be sure that he's still sleeping, and the confirmation does nothing but make his cunt clench harder over the cock destroying it.
He lets his hands rest on Grayson's back, holding on tightly as Grayson fucks him. He can't really do much other than hold on for the ride— Grayson's cock feels incredible, the way it forces its way in, stretching his insides apart, battering against his cervix in a sloppy but rhythmic way. Wyatt just came, but with the constant stimulation, with the harsh way Grayson is treating his cunt, he just might come again sooner than he thinks.
Grayson seems to be on a mission. He breathes harshly, little grunts and moans against the crook of Wyatt's neck. His warm breath has Wyatt shivering, moaning even as Grayson gives him open mouthed kisses against his skin. He keeps fucking with that intense sharpness, his pace getting faster and harder as the moments pass.
Wyatt thinks it's good. It's so good. His pussy is trembling, his clit throbbing, his walls squeezing tightly over the cock pounding into them. He scratches down Grayson's back, desperate as the pleasure mounts inside of him. He can't do much more than beg and whine, whimpering Grayson's name, panting out "yes, please, please, please!" as he pushes his hips up to match Grayson's thrusts.
He comes again in just another minute, voice rising in pitch as he shivers and shudders and cries. His orgasm is much harder than before, shaking him to his core. But even as he goes through it, his pussy clamping down like a vice over Grayson's cock, Grayson just keeps going. His hips move at the same intensity, even moving a bit faster in response to Wyatt's tightening body. The feeling is too much for Wyatt, who whines Grayson's name again as he now pushes his hands against his chest.
"Gray..." he manages, voice slurred. "Wait... it's too much... hold on...."
Grayson pulls back suddenly, not pulling out but simply sitting back on his haunches. His hands are now tight on Wyatt's hips, and with the new position, it allows him to fuck into Wyatt even harder. He drags Wyatt's hips towards him with each thrust, forcing the man to feel every inch of his cock as he pounds it harshly into his cunt.
"Fuck!" Wyatt says, his hands tearing at the bedsheets. "Grayson!"
There's no stopping him. He looks to his face hoping he would wake, but he doesn't. He's not seeing Wyatt, and isn't hearing him, either. He's only focused on the feel of Wyatt all around him, only concerned with following his own pleasure. Wyatt shivers, his cunt overstimulated, his nerves feeling like they're on fire. He can't take much more, but then, he has no choice. He bites his lower lip and turns his head to the side, bracing himself to take his sleeping boyfriend's harsh thrusts.
It lasts a few more minutes like that. Grayson goes at Wyatt harder with each passing moment, breathing harshly and moaning openly. When he finally gets close, when his desperate fucking reaches its end, he leans back over Wyatt, forcing every inch of his cock into his cunt and grinding forward. The head presses right against Wyatt's cervix, and after two, three messy strokes forward, it releases its hot load inside Wyatt's spasming walls.
Wyatt whimpers, shaking his head from side to side as Grayson rolls his hips into Wyatt's, milking his cock for every drop of cum. Wyatt shivers, his cock clenching, his stomach hot as overwhelming pleasure takes over him. It's so much it almost hurts, but the filling sensation Grayson's cum gives him has his hips grinding forward to match Grayson's movements. He comes, a short but massive burst of pleasure that momentarily blinds him. He squeezes his eyes shut and grabs at Grayson again, scratching his back in such a way that he knows he'll leave marks even through his t-shirt.
When Grayson is finally done coming, when the last spurt of his cum paints Wyatt's insides white, he collapses, apparently spent. Wyatt, panting, doesn't manage to move before getting pinned beneath him, too tired himself to move. So he lies there for several minutes, watching as Grayson, rather quickly, falls back into actual sleep. No longer moving or making noises other than the soft sound of his breathing.
Wyatt eventually gets the strength to move, only to turn them both onto their sides. He doesn't bother removing Grayson's cock, preferring to keep it inside of him as they lie there. With Grayson back to a restful sleep, Wyatt allows himself to fall back as well, feeling very sore but very, very pleased.
In the morning, Grayson will be very surprised, concerned, even, about what he got up to in his sleep. He'll probably be embarrassed. But that's alright. Wyatt will comfort him, will tell him all about how fucking great it was, and how he wouldn't be mad if it happened again.
For now, though, Wyatt falls into a very welcome sleep, with Grayson in front of him, his softening cock warmed in Wyatt's cunt.