Runze's POV
I wake up already hard and dripping.
Pleasure is rolling through me in thick, heavy waves before my eyes even open.
A broken sound climbs my throat while my fingers twist hard into the bedsheets, and for a second I don't understand why my body is shaking like this until I look down.
Bael's dark head is buried between my thighs. His hands hold me open, and his mouth is right on my hole. His tongue pushes inside slow and deep, licking into me like he has been at it for a while and has no plans to stop anytime soon.
The shock hits almost as hard as the pleasure.
This is not a normal morning.
No one wakes up getting tongue-fucked like this, yet here I am, already wet and open under his mouth while my cock jumps against my stomach and precome smears across my skin.
I guess this is what happens when I trick him into reading a bedtime story instead of letting him have his way last night.
