[ In response to Durham’s shift in position Cambridge holds his breath with his eyes half-shut in the darkness – as if either of those things would make his presence there any less obvious. Yes, he knew it was the reasoning of a drunkard... but still he waited, arm raised ever so slightly to allow Durham to shift freely beneath it, and it wasn’t until Durham’s breathing gradually evened out again that he reopened his eyes.
It was easier to see in the darkness now and, finding himself staring now at the back of Durham’s neck, Cambridge sat up on one elbow to crane his head and inspect Durham’s sleeping face in a drunken squint. There was a fleeting suspicion that perhaps Durham was actually awake and just ignoring him in some great pretence – playing dead, as it were – but Cambridge only entertained that idea for a moment. Grimacing and shaking his head (Durham wouldn’t pretend, not when he could take the moral high ground and stave-off Cambridge by acting all offended and appalled at Cambridge’s newest invasion of his privacy instead) he reassessed his plan. Delightful as the idea of waking the other man up with Cambridge’s lips around Durham’s cock, he was quite aware that if Durham really was this asleep Cambridge would probably end up with a black eye for his troubles.
So instead he coils closer around Durham, settling down from his leaning position to furl his arm around Durham’s torso again and curl around him tightly – constricting enough and with enough pressure to hopefully wake him, but not allow him to jerk away too far – and buries his smirking face in the nape of Durham’s neck as he remarks: ]
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It was easier to see in the darkness now and, finding himself staring now at the back of Durham’s neck, Cambridge sat up on one elbow to crane his head and inspect Durham’s sleeping face in a drunken squint. There was a fleeting suspicion that perhaps Durham was actually awake and just ignoring him in some great pretence – playing dead, as it were – but Cambridge only entertained that idea for a moment. Grimacing and shaking his head (Durham wouldn’t pretend, not when he could take the moral high ground and stave-off Cambridge by acting all offended and appalled at Cambridge’s newest invasion of his privacy instead) he reassessed his plan. Delightful as the idea of waking the other man up with Cambridge’s lips around Durham’s cock, he was quite aware that if Durham really was this asleep Cambridge would probably end up with a black eye for his troubles.
So instead he coils closer around Durham, settling down from his leaning position to furl his arm around Durham’s torso again and curl around him tightly – constricting enough and with enough pressure to hopefully wake him, but not allow him to jerk away too far – and buries his smirking face in the nape of Durham’s neck as he remarks: ]
Ugh, James, you are the worst host.