Lucien's eyes darkened.
With a speed that would cause a normal person whiplash, he slid his hands down behind Kenneth's knees and lifted his legs into the air, spreading them wide and pushing his thighs closer to his torso.
Kenneth clenched in anticipation.
Lucien let go of one leg to grasp his dick and shifted closer, spreading Kenneth's knees even wider.
Kenneth's breath caught when he felt the hot, blunt head brush against him. Even that light contact made his entire body shake.
He was hypersensitive from being fingered and teased for so long. On top of that, his body was revved up with Anchor energy.
His pulse started to race even faster when Lucien notched his tip more firmly against his rim.
"Breathe out slowly, Kenneth," he murmured, "and make sure to bear down on me."
Kenneth knew the drill. He took in a deep breath as the tip started nudging inside.
Lucien's head made slow progress at first, until it finally slid past the ring of muscle.
