Ryah had falling asleep so quickly and deeply. Normally he wasn't such a heavy sleeper but the loss of blood probably had something to do with it. His body needed to recuperate. He didn't stir once the entire night, not even when Drake slipped into bed beside him. His dreams were sleepless at first, but some time during the early morning, that changed.<br/><br/>He felt the kiss on his chest, and in his dreams, it was an alluring, though faceless blonde, kissing him, teasing him. In his fevered dream, heat and desire and want swirled up in him, like a storm, inescapable and relentless. Ryah let out a soft groan, his dick hardening swiftly. It has been a while since he'd had such a pleasant dream, and it was clearly affecting him. His breathing grew heavier as he floated between sleep and consciousness. His hand came up of its own accord, burying itself in soft locks, encouraging, as he slowly swam closer to waking up.