Quandary ~Johnnyboy, Stevepop, Dal-Bit

Nun.

Saturday, January 11th: Soda's POV
1:00am
You can tell when Steve deprives himself of his sexual needs (or really any of his needs) because he talks in his sleep.

I hold him in my arms as he rubs himself on my thigh.

"Is this okay?" he murmurs.
"But you haven't been touching me, I get horny babe." He whimpers in my chest.
"Sorry." He stops grinding on me.
"Can I touch myself?" He asks. I feel him start to cry into my shirt.
"Please? It hurts so bad, I'm horny please let me cum."

I reach down on his briefs he's wetting through them.

His dream continues, he moans my name.

"Just like that~ please don't stop~ please~" he begged.

He continues moaning my name until he can't take anymore and cums his pants.

When's finished he sighs and kisses my chest,
"I love you." He tells me.

I say it back to him in real life. It would feel weird not to.

Pony's POV:
I wake up after him, feeling him lightly rubbing my back.

I yawn as he tells me, "Goodmorning."

"Goodmorning." I tell him back.

I lay my hands on his ass.

"Who said you could touch me there?" He smiles.

I pull away in embarrassment, "sorry..."

He puts my hands back on his ass, "I'm always fondling you, babe. I'd never mean that." He kisses my cheek.

"You're so beautiful." I tell him.

"I know you tell me all the time. You're beautiful, Pony." You can see the blush on his cheeks.

I thank him blushing as well.

We tangle in each other's arms, and listen to our hearts beat in silence.

Steve's POV:
I wake up covered in my own tears and cum.
I'm so disgusting. Why do I have to be like this?
Why do I have to crave things I shouldn't get right now?

"Good morning." Soda tells me as his eyes meet mine.

"Good morning." I smile at him.

"You need some help with this?" I feel fingers on my tip and I blush immediately.

"You don't have to touch me if you don't want to." I tell him.

He slides his fingers deep in my pussy, fucking me with them slowly.
"And what if I want to?"
He speeds up, his third finger going into me.

I answer in tears and moans. I'm so embarrassing.
Why can't I just make myself cum like how I used to before everything happened?

He hits my spot until I can't take anymore and I close my eyes and cum. Crying as I orgasm and my legs shake.

He pulls out of me, licking off the mess I've made.

He slides my briefs and my pants off because they're covered in fluids.

"I'm sorry." I cry.