Before phallo, you used to cuddle with your friend after parties or long hangout sessions. In your sleep, you had a habit of rolling your hips, especially when you were the big spoon. Your friend always just ignored the motion. What’s the harm anyway? You’re asleep, and it’s just some easily ignorable movement.
That is until you finally recovered from stage three phalloplasty surgery and had a big party to celebrate. That night, while you were spooning your friend, your dick pressed against their crack. Of course it did. There’s a rod in it now, so it’s always semi-hard. What’s the big deal? It’s not like it’s anything sexual.
But then you went to sleep and started grinding forward. Your friend had to bite their lip to hold in their quiet moans and whimpers. Because, holy fuck, your cock is huge and so fucking hard. And for some reason, tonight of all nights, your body is grinding harder than you’ve ever grinded before. You’re holding your friend in a bear hug, grunting with each thrust as you ram your hips forward.
It must be the nerve hookup. Full sensation isn’t completely restored, so it takes a lot of forceful motion to stimulate your cock. But eventually, your sleeping self manages, cumming with a low groan in your friend's ear.
Your friend relaxes for a second, thinking it’s over. But then you start thrusting again—and again—and again—cumming with a shaky moan every few minutes.
Eventually, your friend can’t take it anymore and tugs down their pajama pants. They adjust your rod to stand erect and guide your cock to their hole. Your unconscious self wastes no time thrusting into their warm heat, pounding their pleasure spot again and again until they’re crying and whimpering in your strong embrace.
