@luvballer
Tents were probably his favorite not-bedroom places to fall asleep. A livingroom and its floor always seemed too hard and too big, but tents? Those were nice. Wet, cold, yet cozzy. The excuse of coming close toanother body was, always, present. And it was nice. With his friend out there in the open, Sin and him had fallen fastly and deeply asleep, comfortable against one another. Yet, as the night advanced, Sin had moved slightly, from face to face to using the other’s body as a pillow.
When he woke up, he found himself against his weight, one hand over theo ther’s, barely grabbing onto a grown erection that, in his sleep, he hadn’t noticed. Yet now... now he feared moving it out in case it was sensed as an advancement.
Yet, and much to his own surprise, not only his pants were tented as well, he just... couldn’t stop looking. Maybe wanting to know what his friend would think of, or just to let his curiosity go through, Sin’s hand stretched forward, thumb finding the slit on the other’s glans through the fabric to brush above it in light careful touches, while his other arm, slept from the other’s weight above it, simply bent to get near his hip.
