James grumbled into the pillow as a wet nose pressed behind his ear. He was exhausted, eyes gummy and when he finally managed to squint them open it was still dark. "Wh-?" he mumbled, trying valiantly to keep his eyes open and mostly failing.
(more) The cold nose had transformed into hot breath, brushing along the shell of his ear. "Wan' fuck," Keith slurred, and James dropped his head back into the pillow and made an attempt at just straight-up going back to sleep. It wasn't to be, as Keith caught his ear with teeth that were just a bit too sharp to be entirely human, and rutted against James's backside.
"You're drunk," James said, and yawned.
"So 're you," Keith mumbled, pulling at James's boxers.
"Not that drunk-" Keith succeeded in divesting him of his undergarments, and James rolled a little, kicking at Keith. A werewolf might be ready any able to go whenever he wanted but James wasn't so drunk as to realize how bad an idea that was right now. "Keith, stoppit-"
Keith caught his ankle and turned him on the bed, crawling between his legs, naked cock dragging heavy against Jame's flaccid dick. Oh, okay, THAT wasn't quite as bad an idea, and James shifted, letting Keith rut against him again. "Okay?" Keith mumbled, and James groaned at the small amount of friction between them.
In response, James pressed their cocks together with his hand, and Keith let out a happy whine, thrusting raggedly into James's tight grip. The sensation was good, but not nearly enough for him - but Keith came quickly, happily growling as his release spurted, sticky between their bodies.
"Okay," James said, eyes still barely open. "You good? Because I'm going back to sleep."
Keith, sprawled heavy atop him, let out a softsnore. (less)