somnolentus durum sexus – ghostofgatsby

Ross wakes, groaning lowly, to the feeling of Trott’s lips marking bruises on his neck. Trott’s cold hands bracket his hips, fingertips brushing goosebumps at the line of hair trailing from his navel. His touch is teasing, and the quick realization that they’re alone only increases Ross’ desire. Smith must have left for church already- the bed is colder and bigger.
“Want you,” Ross murmurs, drowsy with sleep still, eyelids half-open in the morning’s darkness. “Please, Trott.”

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

CW: prior discussions/negotiations, waking someone up with kissing/sex
collars, bruises, kissing, biting, marks, immobilization/pinning down, mention of bondage/restraints, verbal bondage?, praise, rough sex, anal sex, anal fingering, sleepy sex
If I need to tag something else, let me know.

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