touching. rubbing. stroking. pleasure. these were the feelings that steadily became more vivid, even as everything shifted from one scene to another, melting into each other, faces changing, environments reforming. the only thing they could think, as far as they could think at all, was that they wanted it to keep feeling this real, that it was a little weird, even, that it was persisting this long. maybe they were getting better at it. better at controlling it.

either way, they tried to cling to this, to stay asleep, to stay in this reality, but they knew the fact that they could even think that meant their consciousness was already returning to them, the dreamy visuals starting to fade away and disappear, and they could feel themself back in their bed, seeing only the blackness behind their eyelids.

their heart was pounding, before their mind even caught up with why. the feelings were still there. there was a weight on their back. fingers touching their chest, grabbing, rubbing their nipple. something deep inside of them, slowly pushing in and out, in a gentle rhythm. even in their fuzzy, groggy state, they knew this was bad, although they did spend a bit longer than they should have just lying there and feeling what was happening before even trying to react.

"nn...?" they could only manage to make a small, questioning sound.

the weight on them shifted, pressing closer. a mouth right next to their ear. "shhh," the voice whispered, "it's just a dream... you're dreaming right now."

chills ran down their spine, making everything feel sensitive. they knew they weren't dreaming anymore - if they were, they could have at least tried to change the person who was doing this, because they didn't want it to be him... but they couldn't.

"mm..." they moved their arms, as if trying to crawl away, maybe, although they were still tired and confused enough that they weren't really sure what they were doing, or what they should do.

he just continued holding them in place, rubbing and caressing them, almost lazily. "it's alright... you're still sleeping... you're in a nice, deep sleep..."

it was creepy, but the words felt weirdly nice. his voice was soothing, matching the slow pace of his movements. they were always bad at staying awake after they first woke up - somehow, even now, they were tempted to just go back to sleep.

the awareness of something thick and sticky did wake them up a bit. was it precum? their own wetness? had he already came inside them? how long had he been doing this for? they were a heavy sleeper, and he knew that. fuck. they shouldn't have told him about that. they shouldn't have stayed at his house. he always was a little weird, and creepy, and overly friendly, and touchy...

moans were slipping out of their throat. tired, quiet, kind of helpless sounding. almost like whimpers.

"it's just a dream... it feels so good, doesn't it?" his voice was delicate. "you're dreaming right now... such a nice dream... that's right... just relax, and sleep..."

they could hear the way their moans changed, into longer, sleepier sounds... when he talked like that, even though they knew they were awake, it felt like it changed something in their body. everything tingled, and they relaxed, almost going limp, feeling themself open up to him. they really shouldn't have, but... what else were they even going to do?

and it did feel good. it felt amazing, actually. they could tell how wet they were. it was so slow, so gentle, so deep... he wasn't even touching their t-dick, but they felt like they could cum just from the penetration.

they could deal with this in the morning, they could just leave, take a morning after pill, and never come back... he squeezed their chest, rubbing tiny circles in their nipple. maybe it would be hard to keep avoiding him, but they could try not to be alone with him... he pushed deeper inside of them, holding their hips in place, his breath getting heavier, even if it was more controlled than theirs. they would just... they would just...

"so good... so sleepy..." he murmured into their ear, pulsing inside them. they felt dizzy. he was going to cum. they were close, too. something weird had happened to them, and now this horrifying situation was unbelievably hot. the thought that he was still trying to tell them that they were asleep, the thought that he was going to cum inside them like this, while they were tired and limp... they didn't want that, they shouldn't have been turned on by it, but...

"that's it... that's right... good... good," his breath was catching, his voice a little less even, but his movements were still slow, just barely sliding in and out of them. he steadily pushed himself all the way in, kissing their ear and moaning with a sound that was almost a hum as he started to fill them up, pumping his cum deep inside of them. they couldn't stop themself from cumming, too, twitching and shivering as they felt it, thick and sticky and warm, and somehow relaxing. it was too good. no matter what they thought about it, their body enjoyed it. it needed it. it needed him, his voice, his touch... it was hypnotic. they just kept cumming, the warmth spreading through their whole body.

"good..." he rubbed their back. the waves of pleasure were still pulsing through their body. "it was just a dream... you're dreaming..."

as their body finally fully relaxed, they felt even more tired than before. they knew they were just going to listen to his voice and fall back asleep. maybe he would keep touching them, maybe he wouldn't. they didn't even know what time it was. all they knew was that they felt too heavy and sleepy to do anything about it.