67. The Air I Breathe.

Brax’s pov

"Good morning, Air," I said before stretching my arms above my head.

"Goodmorning," Airk said, before quickly moving away from me as if he were burned by my touch. He stood up from the bed, looking everywhere except for me.

I looked down to see a very large morning wood. "I’m sorry."

Airk chuckled awkwardly, "it’s fine, it’s natural, right? All men get it; you probably just need to pee."

Yeah, it probably had nothing to do with the dream I had of sucking Airk’s dick before letting him ride my ass.

I didn’t respond, instead asking him. "Are you excited about today?"

Airk had let me sleep in his room for the last few nights. At first, I kept my distance, but when we were both asleep, we tended to move towards each other and wake up with my arms around Airk. Then, after the second time it happened, I decided to just cuddle with Airk before he fell asleep, and surprisingly, he let me.

I was trying my best not to be scared around him and not to worry about triggering him