POV: you find him passed out, the blanket must of fallen off, you see him there, damp with sweat and the perfect opportunity, you watch his morning wood pulsing with each slow breath. You can't take it any longer and hover over his stomach, stroking and squeezing softly as you hover over his face, hot breath hitting you as you feel him throb and twitch, suddenly an alarm goes off, he silences it still in his sleep. You realize you don't have a lot of time as you go back, stroking and milking him, almost hoping to get caught. Suddenly the snores change and his breath quickens, legs tensing as you're suddenly painted his thick load. You panic, realizing this is the moment it's over, you're caught, but his breath just goes back to slow steady snores as you swiftly get off the bed and vanish. Maybe this could happen again? Who knows but you 😴

Yes if you can't tell i love somnophilia (with previous consent of course)