Josh touches him lightly, hands on his waist, moving to the soft delve in between his hips. His fingers trace his skin lightly, delicately, he doesn't want to wake him up but at the same time he needs to.

It's pitch black in their room but his eyes are adjusted to it, he can just make out Tyler's facial features. He touches along stubble as he's sticking his free hand in his own boxer briefs.

Tyler groans when Josh's hand grips his ass, eyes slowly blinking open. His voice albeit muffled is clear enough as he rolls over away from Josh and hides his face in his pillow. "Josh just let me sleep."

Josh pulls his hand out of his underwear and starts sitting up. "You said to wake you up if I needed to."

"I said that yesterday, just use your hand or find something in the fucking drawer. Let me sleep."

He sighs. "I'll go get my phone."

"No you'll stay up all night watching that shit, Josh, Baby just-"

Josh is already up, stretching. "Be right back."

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This will include the following:

Smut

Recreational drug use

Hypersexuality (satyromania)
"Sexual addiction or hypersexuality is defined as a dysfunctional preoccupation with sexual fantasy, often in combination with the obsessive pursuit of casual or non-intimate sex; pornography; compulsive masturbation; romantic intensity and objectified partner sex for a period of at least six months."

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I know I constantly start new things but when inspiration hits I gotta get on it