With warm breaths brushing against his neck and a deep, husky voice, Zion seemed to be coaxing Suga into relaxing his body. His words sounded as though the man was trying to remind himself not to immediately act on his desires.
Suga's eyes fluttered as he focused on the ceiling, trying to keep his breathing steady. He murmured quietly, "Aren't you tired?"
The lips against his neck paused, and Zion lifted his face. Their proximity was so close that Suga could see the crimson eyes with a slight hint of olive at the center— a detail he'd overlooked before. It was striking—a rare eye color seen only in alpha primes, a hue that Suga found perfectly fitting for this man.
"Are you tired?" Zion didn't respond directly, instead, he turned the question back on Suga.
"Ugh ...." The fingers that had been inside were taken out in one quick pull, strangely, Suga felt empty. He nodded, and Zion frowned as if trying to think of something.
