[that decree of carelessness does manage to tug him into consciousness, if only just barely. his eyes flutter open, though they're still almost fully clouded with sleep, whole body shifting with every thrust as his sluggish mind tries to place why he's waking up to a view of some man's pubes and stomach.

once that concept penetrates, he's scrambling to pull away, but his limbs are heavy and useless. at most he's pawing pathetically at the couch with a hand and jerking his knees just enough to grind his full weight onto his cock, dragging a ragged and breathless sound from him, past the dick in his mouth.]

Hnnnhh?