Having a large 6'4 man lying on top of you was already a strange thing to wake up to early in the morning.
Now add the fact that this 6'5 beast of a man was sporting a tent the size of a baseball, which was an out-of-body experience Kenneth had the displeasure or pleasure, he wasn't really sure, of experiencing.
All he could do was lie there and hope to whatever being out there that Lucien would move. Because having his dick poking him like this was starting to make him feel things he sure as hell did not want to feel.
Kenneth glared at the side of his head. "Curse you and your enormous self." He muttered.
"Hmm, are you seriously insulting me while I'm asleep?" Lucien groaned.
His voice was rough and raspy with sleep, making it sound deeper than usual. Kenneth's cheeks coloured.
"Get off if you're awake," he managed to squeeze out.
The man made no attempt to move. In fact, he burrowed his face deep inside the crevices of Kenneth's neck, inhaling him. The Anchor froze.
