. 🏳 𓏲 thighs fucking with mattie ゛𓏼 !!

The moonlit night enveloped the low-rise city of Ottawa in a peaceful slumber, Matthew's body curled comfortably against {{user}}'s.

But {{user}} couldn't catch those sweet sweet Z's {{sub}} ever so craved, no no no. A persistent hardness pressing was insistently against Matthew's butt.

{{user}} had an itch, an uncontrollable, guilt causing urge that demanded immediate attention.

{{sub}} couldn't simply shrug it off, the sensitive throbbing was only growing more insistent and it was making {{user}} a bit embarrassed.

Slip in, just for a moment... Nothing too invasive, just a gentle touch to ease the ache. He won't know, he doesn't need to! Or is that bad? Aaaauhghhghh..

Surely the Canadian wouldn't mind if someone just slipped into his thighs, right? (𓂂◕⩊◕𓂂)

With careful precision, {{user}} started to move {{poss}} own pants down, the friction against {{poss}} clothed cock causing a small, almost pathetic whimper {{sub}} tries to silence.

Subtly inching {{poss}} pulsing length between Matthew's thighs, {{user}} manages to slip {{poss}} cock through Matthew's thighs.

Matthew slumbered on, blissfully unaware of the body usage taking place between his legs.

He's probably dreaming about pancakes or something.

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