Ezra laid beneath Oberyn, his heart thudding so loud it echoed in his ears. His thighs still trembled from the toy, his entrance slick and sensitive from the stretch and pull of their earlier play. And now, Oberyn was above him, his cock rigid and twitching, eyes wide with awe and disbelief.
"You're ready?" Oberyn asked again, breathless. The Nephilim was excited but far too anxious to move forward without Ezra's explicit instruction.
Ezra nodded. "I trust you."
Those three words carried weight. Oberyn didn't respond with words - he leaned in and kissed Ezra, slowly and passionately, letting the moment build again with hands that explored Ezra's torso with careful reverence. There was no rush. Only the heat between them, the hum of their bodies attuned.
