William heard Henry's bed creak. He stopped, paused, listened, and as quietly as he could out of habit or instinct to hide himself, he pulled his sheet over his waist, his c**k still aching throbbing hard tenting the sheet, his balls aching hot soft to the feel of the sheet. He closed his eyes, got his breathing under control, and pretended he was asleep.
Henry knew better. He crossed the room the boards warm under his bare feet his c**k rigidly erect tenting his pajamas, His pajama shirt open, his bare skin breathy hot, he was going to do this, and he knew William wanted it, too.
He noticed the large snow flakes outside through the crack in the curtain, the silence now, the pink yellow light spotlighting William in his bed his sheet half draped over his waist, his legs and feet exposed
