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"Get up.." I whined, shaking a sleeping Clarence.
In response I received loud snores causing me to sigh and roll my eyes. I unraveled myself from his grip and stood up from the bed.
My growling stomach caused me to make my way to the kitchen. After about 5 minutes of staring at the fridge I decided on simply bacon and eggs to feed my hunger.
15 minutes into cooking I heard heavy footsteps make their way from the bedroom.
"So the smell of food wakes you up? Good to know." I scoffed.
"you got a attitude?" He asked groggily, his morning voice sending shivers down my spine.
"n-no," I stuttered out.
"Mhmm," He said lowly.
Moments later he walked over and embraced me from behind, leaning down into my neck—his beard tickling me.
As his tongue ran circles around my the sensitive area, I let out a low moan.
I felt him smile against me causing me to turn beat red.
"You so fuckin' sexy." He said huskily, unraveling his hands from my waist to squeeze my back side.
Again I let out a moan, feeling his length harden against me.
Our dance was cut off by the fire alarm—causing me to jump.
I looked down to see the bacon burnt to a crisp, a foul smell accompanying it.
"Look what you made me do!" I argued, pushing him back softly.
He burst out into laughter, "you welcome, pork ain't good for you anyways."
I glared at him before cautiously grabbing the pan and emptying it.
"You weren't even complaining until the alarm went off," he scoffed.
I shook my head, trying my best to ignore the print in his sweat pants.
"....that's not the point." I said lowly.
"You're cooking breakfast now!" I said sternly with a shrug.
"that ain't an issue, I can cook baby boy." He said with a wink.
"I'll be the judge of that." I said smugly as I made my way to the bathroom.
