“Sleep,” Duke whispered, turning off the light.
But the dark enhanced Nat’s other senses. Every tiny movement rustled the sheets. His dress shirt clung uncomfortably to his arms—they had been fine in the day, but were now too constricting in bed.
“I need some actual sleep clothes,” Nat mumbled. “Or at the very least, I need to get this shirt off.”
Duke hummed into his hair. He brought his hand up to Nat’s chest, slowly popping the buttons one by one. Nat gulped as Duke’s hand slipped lower, to his belly, following the buttons all the way down to where his shirttails lay over his hard cock.
As he eased the last button out of its hole, Duke’s knuckles brushed Nat’s bulge, sending a whisper of bliss through his nerves. Nat’s breathing hitched.
Duke didn’t comment on it. Instead, he eased the shirt off Nat’s shoulders, and off his body.
And now there was just one last piece of clothing between them, Duke’s bare chest pressed against Nat’s back.
The skin contact felt so good.
“Sleep,” Duke whispered. He wrapped his arm loosely around Nat’s belly.
Which didn’t help, because Nat’s cock had shoved out past his waistband, and it waspoking Duke in the arm.
Nat wet his lips. He tried to hold as still as possible, except Duke’s cock thickened against his thighs.
Then his own precum leaked onto Duke’s forearm, and his tip smeared it against Duke’s skin.
Nat closed his eyes, trying to decide if this was Heaven or Hell.
Duke chuckled, a puff of air rushing through Nat’s hair. “Can’t sleep?”
“I’ve never done this before,” Nat admitted to the shadowy room.
“Need help sleeping?”
Nat’s throat went dry. “Maybe.”
Duke’s hand drifted lower, skimming over Nat’s exposed tip. Nat shuddered.
“Is this okay?” Duke murmured.
“Yeah. It feels good.”
“I saw on the kinks list that you wouldn’t mind some cockwarming.”
“Now?” Nat squeaked.
“You keep squirming against me, Nat,” Duke growled. Then he rolled his hips, and his cock pushed thick and hard between Nat’s thighs, so fucking big that Nat moaned. “Is—Is it okay if I tucked this somewhere safe for tonight?”
“Where?” Nat whimpered.
Duke didn’t speak. He eased Nat’s underwear down the curve of his ass, slipping his fingers between Nat’s cheeks. Then they found his wet hole, and circled it lightly. “Here.”
Nat spread his legs.
“Fuck,” Duke breathed. He pulled away. The nightstand drawer thumped. Something crinkled.
When he returned, he pressed his fingers into Nat’s hole, working him open. Nat could only clutch at the duvet and gasp.
Duke withdrew his fingers. The next time he touched between Nat’s cheeks, it was with something slippery and hard. He lined his tip up with Nat’s entrance, and pushed in.
Nat came. He barely managed to catch his cum in his hand, his eyes rolling back when Duke slid blissfully against his prostate. Duke groaned. And he gripped Nat’s hips, pushing in until he was fully seated inside.
