Rarl one-shots.

7|Somnophilia +18.

Carl drops his hips into Ron's body and closes his mouth to keep from moaning and waking him up.

Waking up in the middle of the night isn't Carl's favorite thing to do, but waking up completely horny is worse. Ron was a somewhat heavy sleeper, but not as much as Carl would like at the moment.

He tried to wake Ron, but he had just hugged him and the warm body of his boyfriend against him only made him hotter. Ron's sighs against him only made him harder than he already was.

He had one of the best dreams of him where Ron was fucking him so mercilessly he was drooling just thinking about it. He boyfriend, the epitome of niceness, would never do that, at least not if Carl doesn't to ask, but just imagining it makes Carl moan with pleasure and he can't help but crawl under the covers and take Ron's cock in his mouth.

He stimulates him as much as he can without waking him up and then he takes off his boxers. Opening up was easy, a little lube, two fingers in his hole already tender from what they did before they went to sleep and he rode Ron like his life depended on it.

Ron was big and felt so good that Carl can't envy Enid when she was dating Ron, in fact she should envy him. She flirted with him as if she wasn't dating Ron, to top it off, she didn't even tell him that they broke up and they only kissed a couple of times. So Carl has nothing to envy Enid. He hit the jackpot...literally.

His thighs tighten around Ron's hips and he rocks his hips back and forth, feeling like he's in heaven. He was so thirsty and the only source of water was Ron, so Carl just went to drink it.

They've never talked about fucking in their sleep, so Carl hopes Ron won't be mad when he wakes up, but he can't think about that right now.

"Oh God..."

Carl throws his head back and bites down hard on his lip. The movement of his hips increases and he rests his hands on Ron's beefy chest. Ron's cock was so deep in him he didn't know if he could go any further.

Movement isn't enough, so Carl starts jumping on Ron. His body shudders as he feels his hole dilate and Ron's cock slides in and out easily.

At this point, Carl was drooling and moaning non-stop, not caring if Ron woke up.

"So good…so big. oh my God, Ron. Ahh, shit!"

When the head of Ron's cock crashes into his prostate, Carl can't stop the torrent of moans and insults that pour from him.

"God, yes, yes…that feels good!"

The constant splashing and crashing of his fur hits so hard that Carl isn't sure how long it will be before Ron wakes up, because he's about to.

Ron groans as Carl jumps on him too hard and Carl's toes twitch as he imagines what he'll think when he wakes up to see him riding his cock so well.

Carl brushes he long hair out of he eye and never stops his body movements, intent on Ron's face. He wanted to kiss him, he wanted so badly to feel his tongue down his throat, on his cock or on his ass. If only he was awake and didn't hate him for what he was doing.

When he feels close, he takes his own cock in his hand and jerks off hard. The gusts of pleasure completely wash over him and he doesn't even bother to hold back his moans anymore, so he screams how much he wants.

Carl comes against his hand and Ron never wakes up. So he takes his dick all night, until he's so exhausted he passes out.

"Did you have fun last night?" Those are Ron's good days, playing with his hair and stroking his back.

Carl blushes and hides his face in Ron's chest. God, he still had his dick in his ass.

"Yes...?"

"I'm glad for that, love."

Ron kisses Carl's forehead and Carl can only hug him tight.

He loved his boyfriend very much.