The feeling of someone dry humping you in their sleep is a turn on especially if that person is your lover. It often puts you in a haze of passion. It makes you feel desirable and it is downright sexy, going from zero to a hundred real quick but not here. The feel of dry humping felt funny because it was Dima who was doing it.

When Chris felt Dima behind his back thrusting his hips back and forth into his clothed ass, he thought the gates of heaven have finally opened. Another thought was, maybe Dima was playing a joke on him again and soon a 'Gotcha' will be heard. When that didn't happen, he turned his head to look at Dima and he was sleeping. Sleeping.

The naughty streak inside Chris reared its ugly head and he pushed back against Dima. As Newton said - "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction," Dima's reaction was immediate. The moan he let out made Chris have an appetite that wasn't for food, but for a serving of Dima.

Chris rolled over and nestled his left leg between Dima's legs. With one hand, he played with Dima's hair and the other found its way inside Dima's limestone green t-shirt.

"Get up my sleeping prince," Chris said, nuzzling against Dima's neck. In return, he got a grumbled 'No' and a swat to his face. Oh! He is that type of sleeper, Chris thought. He was thrilled and thoroughly amused to see this side of his mate.

The hand tracing Dima's abs, abdomen muscles and chest made a stop at his left nipple and twisted it, hard. Dima jolted awake with a hiss.

Chris didn't want to give Dima enough time to get back to his senses. He liked his Dima like this, all hyped up. So, without much wait, he straddled Dima's waist. Chris didn't know to be able to have a greater sense of smell would feel like the best thing. He didn't know, but now he does when he can smell Dima's arousal in the air.

Dima wasn't far away. His eyes blew wide when the musky scent of Chris and his desire reached his nose.

"What are you doing Chris?"

"I should be the one to ask you that. What do you think you were doing Dima?"

"I didn't do anything. I was...sleeping."

"Were you having a wet dream?"

"No." Chris didn't believe for a second that was true.

"Really? Then why were you dry humping me?"

"Well, now that cat is out of the bag..." Dima left the sentence hanging.

"The cat should be given all the cream," Chris finished with the ever present impish gleam in his eyes.

"Definitely." Dima agreed and to prove how wholeheartedly, he popped open the button to Chris' cotton shorts. But before he could go any further, his phone rang.

Chris fell forward on Dima's chest and whined his disapproval right beside his ear. Meanwhile, Dima's length grew listening to Chris groan in his ear and don't let him start with the vibration that raked through his body. "Why is our life such a cliche story?"

"I don't know but we can choose to not make it a cliche." By now the phone has stopped ringing, but Dima knew it will ring again. The song that blared out of the phone is the one he set as caller ringtone for his family members - mom, dad and rarely ever present brother.

"What are you suggesting?"

"I am suggesting that we neither ignore the call nor do we stop. Let me attend the call, make it short and we will pick right back from where we left."

"You are the best," Chris declared and fervently French kissed his mate. Chris was so into it that Dima had to use a little force to remove Chris' lips from his when the phone started ringing again. He tapped on the dancing green icon.

"Hi, mom."

"..."

"Yes, everything is fine." At this point, Dima was glaring at Chris' head because the idiot has started kissing his neck.

"..."

Chris suddenly bit Dima's neck which made him gasp.

"Are you accusing me, mom?"

"..." Chris could hear Dima's mom asking him that when did he get so dramatic that he even let out a gasp. Chris had to press his face into Dima's neck tightly in order to not let out an audible snicker.

"I am learning from the best," Dima let his mother know and also pinched Chris to know that he was the one he was talking about.

"..."

"Yes, I was out yesterday night."

"..."

"When? Why?"

"..."

"Ok. Listen, I gotta go. Bye, mom. Love you."

Chris sprang up as soon as Dima cut the call. Dima was horny enough to not scold Chris. He slid down the shorts down Chris' hips and Chris helped by lifting himself up and sitting on his knees. Dima seized the opportunity to slide down his own pyjamas.

Dima took his own shaft in his hands and gave it a few tugs. He glanced at Chris, who was looking at him stroking his length slowly with mouth agape. "Stroke it," Dima commanded in a strong voice. Chris moved his hand to hold Dima's length, but Dima stopped him by saying a firm 'No.' "Stroke yourself. Touch your cock for me."

For Chris, it was like a flip switched on inside him. The way his body shivered, he felt like he had a mini orgasm but he didn't.

The moan that slipped past the full and healthy lips of Chris made him look like an alluring creature in Dima's opinions.

Chris was well aware of his wanton behaviour but he couldn't help it after watching this dominating side of his mate.

Soon, Dima was removing Chris' hand and wrapping his own around both of their shafts after aligning them together. He started stroking them, rubbing them, first slower and then faster and then slower again. Chris was losing his mind but the knot in his stomach was tightening more and more. The rapid increase in Dima's breathing told Chris that he was close to his orgasm as well.

The capacity to restrain himself had left Chris the second he met Dima. He didn't think twice before pulling Dima up for a kiss. Now, he was practically sitting in Dima's lap. Dima groaned in the kiss when Chris started thrusting his hips in Dima's hold. The friction increased three-fold and the room got hotter. Dima gave back as much as he got.

After detaching his lips from Dima's, he reattached them to Dima's earlobe.  The next words he whispered had them both orgasm hard.

Later, when they laid entangled, Dima was thinking about how he can recite the words even in his sleep if he was asked to.

You, baby, are my world;
Your body - the map to my world.
I trace you
with my
fingers every time I
plan to
reach a new place, a new high.
And as I worship
your body
with my tongue,
I can
feel the taste of
delicious exotic foods
from
all around the world.

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