Mouth wide open.

his own dream interrupted by sound, one crimson eye lazily open and trailed the room out of focus . the name being called on her lips spikes through the temporary hearing impairing fuzz then calling out Inshel’s name in reurn was interrupted by nails making their marks down his back . pain sparked through his nerves, a hiss entered the air and his chest pressed out foward . the blur becomes clear and he registers all, such as: the wetness on his thigh, the crying of his name with the addition of a title he had yet to claim, the heat puffed onto some of his sensitive areas and the hardness between his own legs after a few minutes passed .

he could only stare intensely, not daring to move for he was frightful of how loud she would be if his chest wasn’t ample enough . thank the gods everyone was asleep . quick thinking, snapping out of his trance led to substituting his leg for a pillow and another pillow in replacement for his chest . moving out the bed, he stumbled to his chair and sighed . he didn’t want to look down . so he didn’t but that didn’t stop his hand creeping under his boxers and the soft sighs of Inshel’s name rolling off his lips….