Julian Sterling could not recall exactly when he had fallen asleep, but by the time he opened his eyes, the morning sunlight outside had already crept into the room, illuminating his face. He shifted slightly, and the very first sensation that hit him was a severe numbness in his lower back, radiating all the way down to his thighs.
His body at this moment felt no different from a dilapidated machine that had been violently dismantled and then haphazardly pieced back together. Lingering down below was the residual sensation of fullness and a slight stinging ache. It was not as if he had never experienced this feeling before, but after the blinding pleasure, the one left to suffer the morning after was always Julian. He let out a soft murmur, pursing his lips, and the moment he moved, he was pulled into a firm embrace by the man beside him.
