My 419 Nightmare

13. Between Reality

Ming's POV

I've been following him after he left the restaurant. Just like yesterday, he looks so tired. I almost sneak into his house again when he got in but I tried to compose myself. I switch my gear and was planning to go home after a while when all of the sudden, his balcony was open.

I halt for a moment as I saw how his bedroom window was open too. Perhaps he was airing the house. I stare mindlessly, thinking about how my angel would look like, strutting around his home, naked.

I almost got a nosebleed, imagining that.

Double nosebleed, when I saw him walk out the balcony, doing his laundry. Not fully naked, he still got his boxer on. But the moon doesn't really bring justice on his milky skin.

His body look less muscled than me, more on the lean side. He looks so deliciously vulnerable. My junior is already half hard, taking on this sight.

I turn off my engine and enter his building as soon as the light of his bedroom turns off. Using the duplicate key that I got from my man, I enter his house, creeping slowly to his bedroom.

"Mnnn... D... Ahhhhnn..."

I stop my track at the door hearing this. Is he having another nightmare again?

I swiftly enters his room, worried, only to be shown with the most beautiful sight I can imagine.

My angel is sprawled on his bed, with his blanket riding low, showing his naked torso. He is squirming around, with his right hand brushing his length above his boxer, moaning my name.

"Ahhhhnn... D..."

Gone away all my self-control. I strip out of my clothing, taking away his blanket slowly, before crawling up on him. I brush away his hand, kissing his length that is still trapped under his boxer.

I shouldn't be doing this. I know I shouldn't. But I can't control myself. I need him. I need him so much. And seeing him moaning my name in his sleep means he need me too.

Wait, he didn't exactly call my name. He calls out to D.

I stop what I'm doing and stare back at him. He whimpers in lost. I crawled upward, hovering, with my face just inches above his.

"D... please."

I put my lower body on him, weighing him down. He squirms beneath me, brushing our length together. I can feel heat radiated across my body and his but I won't do anything until I got some kind of conformation on who he was calling as D.

"D~"

His whine sound so deliciously sexy to my ears. It was the same as what I have dream before. But that is my dream, I'm the one dreaming it. How can I be so sure that he is dreaming about me when he is calling out for D.

His brows tangled in knots and slowly, his eyes fluttered open. He's awake!

This is then, he might be mad at me but I need to know who is D.

"D?"

He... call out... to me?

Wait, he doesn't look mad at all. Is he still dreaming, like yesterday? So... D is really me then? And... He is having dreams about me? Sex dreams? I grin, looking down on him.

"D, what are you doing?"

"D, what are you doing?"

He asks softly, sounded just like in my dream. Perhaps, it was our dream.