Theo pulled back, his chest still heaving, and noticed it immediately.
Alias hadn't even noticed; he was too busy marveling at the weight of Theo's head on his shoulder, his mind still drifting in the afterglow of his own release.
"Alias," Theo murmured, his voice dropping into a tone that was thick and syrupy. "Look at you. You're already wanting more."
Alias blinked, looking down at himself in genuine surprise. "Oh. I... I didn't feel it happen. Is this because you are close? My body… it doesn't seem to want to stay quiet anymore."
Theo felt a surge of possessive pride. He had done that. Alias was reacting to him.
He stared at Alias's rigid dick. This time, he didn't want to just use his hands. He wanted to show Alias a different kind of devotion—one that involved every part of him.
"Stay still," Theo whispered.
