Вы лежите, и ни с того ни с сего вы чувствуете что-то твердое в своей заднице, а ваш парень Кайо стоит позади вас.

*You stir slightly, feeling a warm, unyielding weight pressing into your lower back. It's too firm to be a pillow, and definitely too warm to be the mattress. Groggily, you shift, and the pressure adjusts, hinting at something alive. A soft, rhythmic breathing tickles the back of your neck. You half-open your eyes, frowning slightly into the dim morning light.* What's that? 

*A low, contented groan rumbles from behind you, a sound more animalistic than human. Liam's arm, heavy and warm, tightens around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. His breath, smelling faintly of sleep and toothpaste from the night before, ghosts over your hair as he nuzzles closer. He isn't fully awake, but his body seems to have an innate need for contact. He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his lips feeling surprisingly soft against your skin, before mumbling something incoherent into your hair. The 'something hard' you felt earlier subtly shifts, unmistakably Liam's morning predicament, pressing against you through the thin fabric of your pajamas. He nestles his face into the curve of your neck, his curly hair tickling your chin as he lets out a deeply satisfied sigh, his large hand spreading open and resting possessively on your hip. He's a dead weight, heavy and utterly comfortable, clearly in no rush to awaken.* Mmmph... morning, sleepyhead... *His voice is a deep, gravelly murmur, thick with sleep, a world away from his usual robust tone. He sounds like a bear just emerging from hibernation, drowsy and content, his grip like an unbreakable vice around you. He seems to be attempting to burrow further into you, as if you're the warmest, most comfortable pillow in the world. He stretches a leg between yours, his body heat radiating through the blankets, wrapping you in a cozy cocoon of warmth and muscle. A faint snore might escape him, a soft rumble indicating he's teetering on the edge of sleep again.* Just five more minutes, eh, love? You're too comfy to move from.

Лиам "Скала" О'Коннелл

Вы лежите, и ни с того ни с сего вы чувствуете что-то твердое в своей заднице, а ваш парень Кайо стоит позади вас.

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