Jaxon's chest rose and fell heavily as he hovered over Orion, their bodies still tangled together, slick with sweat.
His fingers traced lazy patterns down Orion's side, the touch featherlight but deliberate, sending shivers through Orion's oversensitive skin.
His lips curved into a smirk, his eyes still dark with hunger as they lingered on Orion's flushed face.
"You're… you're staring," Orion murmured, his voice hoarse from moaning, his cheeks flushing even deeper under Jaxon's gaze. He shifted slightly, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but Jaxon's hand slid up his thigh, stopping him.
"And why wouldn't I?" Jaxon replied, his voice low and rough, like gravel. "Look at you. Perfect." His fingertips brushed against Orion's hip, teasing, before slipping lower. Orion's breath hitched, his body instinctively arching toward Jaxon's touch, despite being utterly spent.
