Taff didn't wake up. He was sleeping so soundly, cuddled on his side with his brother behind him, wrapped around him. But regardless, his body continued its almost reflexive movements, his hips gently rocking after a few moments of his Tristan's hand moving over his erection.
His breathing deepened, but it wasn't enough to shift him from his dreams. His dream in which he was suddenly having sex. Some nameless, faceless person pressed against him. No, it was him behind them, that's why he couldn't see their face.
Being that he wasn't conscious of it, he did nothing to control himself, and it didn't take long until he came. His body jerked and he moaned softly as he spilled over the inside of his boxers, driven by his brother's hand. His cock twitched between Tristan's fingers, and goosebumps rose on Constantine's skin. He breathed a satisfied sigh as his body stopped, and he relaxed a little more, still unaware of what was going on around him.