Yves woke to the feel of heat surrounding him, sweet delicious heat and a wall behind him. He felt hands holding him tight against the wall, and a reminder of the most delicious dream he had ever had brought a smile to his lips. He sighed contentedly, rubbing his cheek against the arm under his head. Such a nice dream he was having, and he didn’t want to wake up from it!
He purred in his dream, rubbing himself up against the warm heat engulfing him. A groan came from somewhere in the back of his mind, but he had no idea what that sound was or who made it. Uncaringly, he burrowed further into the warmth, nodding his approval.
Something brushed against his face and he slapped the pesky thing away. Even still partially asleep, he felt so rested, in fact, more rested than he could remember, and nothing was going to bring him out of that state. If he could get away with it, he’d remain in this state of semiconsciousness where he felt refreshed and surrounded by warmth.
Something tugged hard on his hair this time, a groan filling the room in. Yves finally relented and opened his eyes, only to feel reality crashing down on him as he peered over his shoulder at the golden man whose face was a mask of pained torture. He felt his own face heat up in embarrassment as he felt the erect cock that he had been rubbing all over nudging his ass cheeks.
Yves froze in place, staring speechlessly at Apollo with his mouth gone dry. This was certainly no dream! He watched as amusement soon colored the other man’s face, and then a bubble of laughter erupted, shaking his lithe body with the vibrations. He frowned, confused as to what caused the amusement.
Apollo leaned into him and gave him a resounding kiss on the cheek, his lips still curved in mirth. “You precious little thing. You should see your expression.”
