He can tell that he is between the deep asleep state and wanting to get up, his pleasure drawing him up, from the deep sleep state.
So Travis holds him closer, drawing him on top of him and letting his cock slide again between his thighs, right against where he knows Day needs him the most.
"a-alpha," Day slurs, with a broken whimper, eyes still closed, but now his nose is buried right against his scent, inhaling it, and helping him relax again.
Yes, he should sleep. Alpha will take care of him; he will make him feel good.
His hole is now dripping, so wet that he can feel it dripping to his thighs, with how Day's thighs are wide open.
His fingers graze the weeping hole, the slick permeating the air, and he inhales deeply, eyes closing as he brings them back up to his mouth.
Tastes too good. So fucking good.
