Praise Me [BL]

Chapter 4

[edited on 3/14/21]

thank you sm for reading this story even tho it's not finished yet <3 ik i struggle to read things that don't have a few chapters but so many of you have, it really means a lot. you're all very sexy

QOTD: Do you collect anything or want to?

Waking up with slick running down my thighs and an aching dick wasn't how I envisioned my morning going.

It was surely the artwork I was looking at last night before I went to bed. Scrolling through my twitter feed last night, I stumbled across one of my favorite artists' new posts.

She was a hybrid who usually only posted nsfw content focused on our kind. Her new post was a beautifully sketched out hybrid, pressed between two humans as they filled him up with their largely drawn cocks.

This led to a rather vivid dream, with me in a similar position of the drawn hybrid. I completely blame twitter.

Pulling back the covers, I moaned in self pity when there was a dark spot on my sheets. My thighs were sticky with slick and there was a very noticeable bulge tenting my boxers. This was one of the many downsides of being a hybrid.

I mentally prayed Declan wasn't home so I could quickly wash them and pretend I didn't have a wet dream about his two closest friends.

My phone started blaring next to my ear, scaring me shitless and making my ears flatten from the abrupt noise. Blinking blearily at the screen, I quickly sat up with wide eyes when Caesar's name flashed across the screen.

I did another double take when I saw what time it was, almost three o'clock.

Was the dream that good?

"Hello?"

It was quiet for a moment before a hushed whisper sounded through, clearly not meant for me. I recognized Morgan's voice in the background before Caesar's voice addressed me. "..You're still coming over, right?"

My mind went blank for a moment before promptly having a mini panic attack. "Oh! Yes!" I ripped the blankets off me and stumbled out of bed.

How could I oversleep the one time they invite me over without Declan?

"I was just about to leave the house!" Throwing my closet door open, I hurriedly grabbed a sweater and jeans.

"You don't need to rush," He assured, surely hearing my panicked shuffling, "we were just worried is all." I mentally groaned at how I was supposed to be at their apartment almost an hour ago. "Do you want us to pick you up?"

After wiping down my thighs, my boner having quickly died from the panic, I shoved my legs in the jeans and slid the sweater over my head. "No, no it's okay. It's not that far."