There was a furnace sprawled on him, and the floor was uncomfortable as hell. He got his eyes open enough to see Sully flopped on and beside him—the guy was just huge, or took up twice the space he should have. Either way, he seemed to surround Bobby, and somehow, they’d managed to shuck all of their clothes as they slept. Or maybe, Bobby thought with a jolt of ridiculousness, there were little house fairies who looked after them once they’d fucked themselves stupid. “Up.” Bobby was getting concerned about permanent blood loss to some of his appendages, and his bladder was throbbing along with his well-used ass. Sully could fuck like a machine, one of those ones you could strap a dildo to and line up… Bobby rolled his eyes at himself and he began to work his way out from beneath Sully. He had watched way too much porn in his life. Nah, that ain’t even possible. “Where’d’ya think you’re going?” Sully grumbled, holding onto his arm.
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