3:36 AM | Tanner SmallAnt/Fir

"Tanner, please," Fir was desperate, his strokes becoming erratic and himself nearing his climax. He was already feeling exhausted, and feeling confliction that would haunt him for months. Moaning about the man he's sharing a bed with, while alone in that room. It couldn't get worse.

"Hey Fir, I just need to--"