Sevngmn waking up with his underwear wet, the remnants of a good dream smeared between his thighs. But, he’s still hard and leaking and no matter how he touches himself he can’t get off. He really has no other option but to rush on wobbly legs to find immie, sliding his damp thighs over the others lap and wrapping his sweater draped hands around the others neck. Immie is surprised, but quickly grips sevngmins waist and leans to grind against him and whisper into the others ear. “Does my puppy need help?”