April 18th, xxxy
IT IS LIKE MUSIC if he isn't so aroused. Precious breathing in his ear, choking on his whining and begging, restless legs the backup drums.
A small smile plays on Kamil's lip,: though confident he will not sleep, like how Precious strokes his arm, the fibers of his stomach, hearing how the Alpha is gagging for his cock strokes his ego.
"Baby, open your eyes, hmm? I know you are awake. Please."
Regardless of the bulge in his PJ trousers, Kamil is determined not to answer. He won't waver even when he hears Precious says he is hot all over, jittery. Not even when he hears the rustling of clothes being discarded and lube squeezed out.
Cracking an eye open, Kamil watch Precious lift his back off the bed and as he slowly enters himself with slick fingers, he arch his neck and glues his eyes shut, the bed creaking as he moves.
