[Leon's somewhere between sleeping and wakefulness, dozing but aware. So, when Zack presses his hips forward, he stirs immediately. A bit of shifting is expected, but the first bump or two becomes outright grinding. He's so hard, despite the fabric between them, he slips just right between his cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination. Leon doesn't help, arching his back to press back against him, rolling his hips to help Zack hump against him. He's hard too by now and slowly becoming more awake.]
Zack. [His voice is soft, barely a breathy whispered exhale. He's got to be awake, too, right? At least that's his assumption.
He moves Zack's hand lower, wanting to be touched as Zack practically fucks him through their clothes. He reaches behind him, cupping the bulge in Zack's pajamas to massage his balls as he works his cock against him.]
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Zack. [His voice is soft, barely a breathy whispered exhale. He's got to be awake, too, right? At least that's his assumption.
He moves Zack's hand lower, wanting to be touched as Zack practically fucks him through their clothes. He reaches behind him, cupping the bulge in Zack's pajamas to massage his balls as he works his cock against him.]