Come on, Rufus. Just come into the room. You will not be able to resist this.Wren eyed his own penis, fully engorged and lacking nothing in either the size or the girth department. How can he say no to this?
Wren shook his head, wondering if he would ever be able to rest. Not until he comes in here and straddles this thing. Such thoughts! And you, the self-proclaimed bottom. Such thoughts! Completely inappropriate when your own true love is out there worried about being murdered.
This last thought was enough to cause the blood to recede from his dick somewhat, and Wren turned onto his side, sticking his thumb in his mouth. Don’t you dare let him see you like this! The habit was old, and he only indulged in it upon falling asleep or when he was truly stressed, and Wren, honestly, had never seen the harm.
With those thoughts, Wren drifted off, suddenly and deeply.