Summary:

“Have you ever thought about fucking me in my sleep?”
Ilya had nearly dropped his phone as he let the words process slowly in his head. And Shane flipped a page in his book before looking up at Ilya, innocently, like he hadn’t just–
“I mean only if you want to, I just think it would be hot, you know?”
Ilya heaves a sigh and tries to put the image out of his head. It would be wrong, no? For him to–for them to–

 

or, Shane has a new kink he wants to try. Ilya fights for his fucking life.

This is pure filth involving Somnophilia, Ilya's feelings about it, and Shane being a freak.