02-23-2018, 02:45 PM
“Very well,” Adam announced. “An interest is a luxury I’ll have to afford.”
It was easy to be dismissive of human needs and wants after all. Adam deeply contemplated on how he should naturally react towards Ethan as a result. He heard Camilla say the same towards Carl, wherever he was at. Adam, for now, would not approach Ethan in any form for the remainder of the day unless they stumbled upon one another. As a result, he remained in his study, thinking of ways to approach this delicate situation.
“Pff,” Maor stated. “That isn’t even a thought in my mind. Some of us aren’t all invadingly touchy and grabby without a single thought about how the other feels.”
Of course, that was in reference to both the vampires, but Carl especially. As the lights to the room began to dim, Maor took it as a sign that someone was paying attention to them. He eased a bit back on the various pillows on the bed, letting his mind drift away to sleep. Originally, he wanted to say his dreams were nice. He was back at the college campus, finalizing his degree and already making plans to start his own share of the family business. Then there was some part of his life where he was raising kids with someone, but that eventually cascaded into some kind of nightmare or maybe even sleep paralysis. Carl appeared in the dream as a result, pinning him down and while Maor wished he could say that’s where it ended, it didn’t. He couldn’t spring out his sleep. What it felt like was that his mind had awoken, but his body had yet to respond. As Carl pressed down on him further, visibly within the dream, his belly jutted out more and soon, Maor felt a pressure building within his body physically. This was a feeling he was all too familiar with whenever someone got him sexually bothered and riled up and he never found relief for it. The male cursed mentally at trying to stop himself from clearly being turned on in the dream that culminated in a very familiar tingling sensation surging through his cock. When he finally shot up from the covers, it was too late. He looked down to see the underwear he was wearing visibly stained with a wet mark and while he was glad to know it wasn’t urine, he also had to deal with the fact he just had one intense wet dream all the same.
He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm and assure himself that it was nothing more than a dream, that he wouldn’t nor couldn’t let Carl do that to him. His large bloated belly was a reminder that he did let the vampire do it though. He eased out the covers, careful not to disturb Ethan and opened the closet for a spare change of clothes. When he found something a bit fitting for him, he went into the shower to clean himself off, letting the warm water run down his body.
It was easy to be dismissive of human needs and wants after all. Adam deeply contemplated on how he should naturally react towards Ethan as a result. He heard Camilla say the same towards Carl, wherever he was at. Adam, for now, would not approach Ethan in any form for the remainder of the day unless they stumbled upon one another. As a result, he remained in his study, thinking of ways to approach this delicate situation.
“Pff,” Maor stated. “That isn’t even a thought in my mind. Some of us aren’t all invadingly touchy and grabby without a single thought about how the other feels.”
Of course, that was in reference to both the vampires, but Carl especially. As the lights to the room began to dim, Maor took it as a sign that someone was paying attention to them. He eased a bit back on the various pillows on the bed, letting his mind drift away to sleep. Originally, he wanted to say his dreams were nice. He was back at the college campus, finalizing his degree and already making plans to start his own share of the family business. Then there was some part of his life where he was raising kids with someone, but that eventually cascaded into some kind of nightmare or maybe even sleep paralysis. Carl appeared in the dream as a result, pinning him down and while Maor wished he could say that’s where it ended, it didn’t. He couldn’t spring out his sleep. What it felt like was that his mind had awoken, but his body had yet to respond. As Carl pressed down on him further, visibly within the dream, his belly jutted out more and soon, Maor felt a pressure building within his body physically. This was a feeling he was all too familiar with whenever someone got him sexually bothered and riled up and he never found relief for it. The male cursed mentally at trying to stop himself from clearly being turned on in the dream that culminated in a very familiar tingling sensation surging through his cock. When he finally shot up from the covers, it was too late. He looked down to see the underwear he was wearing visibly stained with a wet mark and while he was glad to know it wasn’t urine, he also had to deal with the fact he just had one intense wet dream all the same.
He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm and assure himself that it was nothing more than a dream, that he wouldn’t nor couldn’t let Carl do that to him. His large bloated belly was a reminder that he did let the vampire do it though. He eased out the covers, careful not to disturb Ethan and opened the closet for a spare change of clothes. When he found something a bit fitting for him, he went into the shower to clean himself off, letting the warm water run down his body.