Poe didn't sleep. He couldn't. He tried to pretend for a while, but...
It was a blissful kind of agony, being so close to her, and the longer she slept, the longer his mind wandered, and soon he'd gotten himself completely worked up again. If this had been thousands of years ago, he would have let her wake up that way, with his hardened length pressed against her hip and slowly grinding until she laughed at him and slipped her hand between them. But he didn't dare do that, now.
When she finally pulled away, still half asleep, he took that opportunity to slip from her grasp and stand up. His pyjamas were tented almost comically, and he glanced back at the two of them - as if to check they were asleep - before slipping away out of the room.
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It was a blissful kind of agony, being so close to her, and the longer she slept, the longer his mind wandered, and soon he'd gotten himself completely worked up again. If this had been thousands of years ago, he would have let her wake up that way, with his hardened length pressed against her hip and slowly grinding until she laughed at him and slipped her hand between them. But he didn't dare do that, now.
When she finally pulled away, still half asleep, he took that opportunity to slip from her grasp and stand up. His pyjamas were tented almost comically, and he glanced back at the two of them - as if to check they were asleep - before slipping away out of the room.