Becca gave me a picture prompt and told me to write 200 words. Well, I wrote 502 words, but managed to get it down to 250.

He wears only a pair of candy pink undies. "Can’t sleep," he says, taking a step toward me.

I look down at my filling cock and face the kitchen counter to hide it.

He looks, too. "Is that for me or were you having a happy dream?"

I’m still half asleep. "Yes."

He nudges my shoulder, turning me away from the counter. He looks down. A strand of fluid stretches between the tip of my cock and the cupboard door. "Which?"

I study his eyelashes. "Both. I’m still dreaming."

He smiles, leans in. His pink lips brush against mine. This would never happen while I was awake.

"I’ve wanted this," he says. "For ages."

I’m definitely dreaming.

If I’m dreaming there are no consequences. "I want it, too," I whisper, turning toward him. My fingers slide down his body, into the top of his briefs. "Best dream ever." I release his cock, and it slides against mine. I kiss him, slipping my tongue past his lips.

He tastes so real.

"This isn’t a dream." He pinches my skin between his thumb and forefinger. "Want me to prove it?"

I shake my head, grab his hips and pull him against me. "Wait ’til I’ve come."

Sharp pain flares beneath his fingers and I yelp. He doesn’t give me a chance to recover. His lips are on mine, his hand is on my cock and it’s real. Too real to be a dream. Too real to hold back.

I moan and come.

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