Allen wasn't a saint.
Far from it, really. He had once taken on the job as a hitman, and was just fine with it(plus he got opium out of it) and, as we already know, he had several times gotten evicted.
Why was that important though?
Because Allen wasn't a saint, and he lusted.
And right now, the bit of morality he did have, to not stoop to something as low as non consent, was being tested.
All he had wanted was to go to the bathroom(maybe or maybe not to do something other than 1 and 2), and when he came back to his bed, there he was.
Oliver was curled up in the middle of his bed, sleeping with a very long pillow in a way that made Allen feel the need to go back to the bathroom.
The covers weren't doing a very good job of covering him up, only almost teasingly covering up his ass.
Allen huffed at this display, trying to tell his wooden board not to pop up.
"A-Allie?"
Fuck. He was awake. And looked adorable when so. All sleepy-eyed.
"I had a nightmare, and wanted to sleep with you."He said softly, Allen tensing up.
How the hell was he supposed to say no to that?! But, how was he going to hide his... Um... Problem?
Allen finally tensely crawled into bed with him, pulling the covers over him.
He thought that maybe covering up Oliver's body would help him reduce the tightness in his pajama pants, however, it only made him look sweeter, as the British boy smiled sleepily at him.
Allen bit his lip, and Oliver giggled softly, cuddling right up to him, his ass centimeters away from the bulge.
Needless to say, Allen didn't sleep much that night.