A Little Enhancement

Stiles wakes up from a dream. He doesn’t remember details, only vague shapes and sensation, but it was a good dream. One that left him with a hard-on trapped between his stomach and the couch. He doesn’t bother to open his eyes; the house is quiet enough that he knows it’s not morning yet, and there’s nobody around. He rolls his hips in a slow, deliberate motion, too lazy to actually jerk off. Soon enough, he’s rubbing against the couch quite enthusiastically, small gasps escaping his lips. His underwear is getting wet, but it doesn’t really concern him, he’s to used to it by now. The he hears a creak of a board. Stiles stills his movements, hoping that these are just old house antics. "My, my, what a view."