The heavy silk sheets were pulled loosely over their hips, trapping the ridiculous amount of body heat they'd generated under the duvet like a personal sauna.
Zarius was propped up against the headboard, naked, flushed, and looking entirely too pleased with himself while keeping one arm draped casually over Cherion's waist. Cherion was planted right between his parted thighs, head tilted back as they shared a slow kiss. Zarius's free hand was resting casually over Cherion's length, fingers tracing gentle, possessive circles that were making it extremely difficult for Cherion to maintain any form of higher brain function.
When Zarius finally broke the kiss with a soft, slick drag of his lips, Cherion let out a ragged breath, his dark eyes heavy with that classic post-workout stupor. He dropped his forehead onto Zarius's shoulder with a quiet sigh, taking a second to catch his breath while the room finally quieted down around them.
