Dillion's room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles flickering against itswalls, casting shadows that danced in time with the rhythm of the bodies on the bed.
Ceremony attire lay scattered across the floor, a robe draped over a chair, gold-embellished cuffs abandoned on the nightstand.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, every breath heavy with the weight of what was unfolding between them.
Niko's body glistened under the faint light, his toned chest rising and falling as he straddled Dillon's hips. His fingers dug into Dillon's shoulders, nails leaving faint crescent marks as he rocked himself back and forth. Dillon groaned, his hands gripping Niko's thighs, urging him to move faster, harder. But Niko was savoring this, controlling the pace, his head tilted back as low moans escaped his lips.
"Dillon…" Niko gasped, his voice trembling, "It feel so good."
