Feisty sleepwalker

"If you're really asleep, I don't suppose you want to hump my brains out?"

*** this chapter was published mid-wip, I'll write some extra context but don't expect chapter to be at all finished beyond this point ***

Somewhere deep in Hugh's subconscious, your words resonate with his primal. He grunts under you, turning in your grip as a spot of drool runs out the side of his gourded, uncaring lip. The mechanical movement of his hips pistoning into you delve with a little more force, at first. You lean into in, catching your fingers in between his resting palms intertwined, you take the moment to relish Hugh's cock filling you, inching into you to prod that clinching spot, that is, before his grip tightens.

"~Hugh?!"

His hands provide enough tack against your position to prevent you from pulling away easily. He holds you in place by your wrists, splaying his arms apart from his torso. His thrusting becomes more desperate, though unintentioned in his rest, bucking against the mattress in an attempt to sate [you], or chasing an orgasm he must only be minimally aware of.

For all his erraticism, Hugh shows no sign of awareness to the fact that he's humping you, egging you on, forcing moans from your mouth. None of your vocalizations sought to wake him, no matter how loudly you grunt into his ear. He remained blissfully asleep even as he switched to gripping your waist, using his arms to pull you down to the hilt.