Lucien stretched his Anchor out, taking his time with it.
He was thorough, making sure he could take all three of his fingers so he could accept him without any difficulty.
Kenneth writhed beneath his touch, a strong feeling of restlessness taking over him. He needed Lucien inside of him. Now.
"Hurry," he said through gritted teeth.
Lucien paused. "I will if you ask nicely."
Kenneth froze beneath him, quiet as a mouth.
Lucien couldn't help but laugh. Though he loved to tease his Anchor, he could feel himself growing harder and harder with each passing second and couldn't bring himself to wait any longer.
Without any warning, he entered him all at once.
Lucien's head fell back as both men muttered "fuck," under their breaths.
Kenneth felt so perfectly tight around him, clinging onto him like he didn't want them to be apart.
He burrowed through him senselessly until Kenneth came untouched.
