WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
The heat in the room was suffocating, thick with the scent of their shared arousal and the heavy, uneven rhythm of their breathing.
Rai's hands gripped Zade's shoulders, his fingers digging into the firm muscle as their lips parted with a wet, lingering sound. His mind was spinning, trapped in a daze of anticipation that made his chest rise and fall in rapid, shallow pants.
Reaching blindly over the edge of the mattress, Zade's hand rummaged through the drawer of the nightstand until his fingers wrapped around a familiar bottle.
The distinct click of the cap opening echoed loudly in the quiet room, making Rai's pulse hitch with a sudden spike of nerves.
"Relax for me," Zade murmured, his voice dropping an octave, thick and gravelly against the tense silence.
