You woke sandwiched between Chicken George and Félix.
"Hey Father welcome to the tens," you say, loud enough to wake them.
They wake up snorting, which causes you to scronch up your face as pleasure courses through you.
"Uh, I'll be right back. I have to use the bathroom. I think I need to relieve some stress," Félix said quickly and wriggled to the bathroom.
"Ooooooooooh," you squonk.
"OOOOOOOOH," Chicken George squonks even louder.
"SQUONK! FÉLIX, Y/N! SQUONK," you hear from the bathroom. As he emerges from the bathroom, his eyes slightly widen at the sight of you sitting on the bed in your underwear, but he calms himself and walks over to your bed.
He returns soon and both him and Chicken George start to move closer to you while unbuckling their non-existent belts.
You try to be innocent but the bulge in their arms are very large because they're very fit. They have very, very long arms.
"Can we sleep more? We're tired," they chorus, so you all sleep happily ever after.
