Kelvin stirred in his sleep, turning to face the other side. A cold substance touched his wrists, and he jerked up, struggling to flutter open his heavy eyelids. Something soft and ticklish trailed down his chest and stomach and then touched his shaft. When he opened his eyes, Hashmuk was sitting between his wide-spread legs, and he sat up, blushing profusely. He tried to pull the quilt over his nakedness, but Hashmuk bit him because he grabbed all the covers on the bed and threw them away.

"What are you doing, Hashmuk?" He asked. Hashmuk, who was determined to get what he wanted, kept ignoring him. "Lift your hips, pretty...