Nasair stirs, his morning wood tenting his sheets. Smooth enters, noticing the thick bulge. "Got a problem there, Nas?" he teases. Nasair smirks, "Only you can fix, Smooth." Smooth approaches, his own growing erection evident. He strokes Nasair's length through the fabric, making Nasair groan. "You want this, Nas?" Smooth asks, pulling out Nasair's throbbing cock. Nasair nods, eager. Smooth lubes up, slowly sliding down Nasair's shaft, taking him deep. Nasair grunts, thrusting up into Smooth's warm mouth.