Mike Shinoda stirred awake in the early morning, his body thrumming with a strong, insistent urge. He glanced over at Boris Nemcov, sleeping peacefully beside him, his pregnant belly rising and falling with each steady breath.
Mike couldn't resist the temptation. He slowly moved his hand down Boris's body, feeling the warmth of his skin and the firmness of his muscles. Boris stirred slightly, mumbling something in his sleep, but Mike took it as a sign to continue.
He began to undress Boris, slipping off his boxers and tossing them to the side. Boris's eyes fluttered open, confused and still half-asleep.
"Good morning, love," Mike whispered in Boris's ear, leaning in close. "I couldn't wait any longer."
Boris tried to protest, but Mike stopped him with a kiss. He started to thrust gently, feeling Boris's body respond to his touch. Boris tried to push him away, but Mike was too strong, too determined.
"You're insatiable," Boris groaned, but there was no real anger in his voice.
Mike smiled, increasing his pace. He knew Boris loved every moment of it, even if he pretended to resist.
"And you love it," Mike said, his voice husky with desire.
Boris could only moan in response, lost in the pleasure of the moment. Mike continued to thrust, feeling Boris's body tense up with each wave of pleasure.
As they reached their climax, Mike leaned in and whispered in Boris's ear, "Good morning, indeed."
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