It wasn't the gentle warmth of the morning light that roused Xion from sleep, nor was it the suffocating fervor of the tangled blankets. No, this heat was… focused.
The room was still cloaked in midnight hues, the soft orange lamp casting shadows that danced lazily along the walls.
The strange warmth that stirred in the early hours came from below.
More specifically… from his belly.
His lashes fluttered, and with barely open eyes, he glanced down to find silver hair sprawling over his bare torso. Ah, it was Darius, resting against his stomach.
No, not merely resting. His lover's lips were moving against him.
Xion scarcely had time to catch his breath when he came to his senses with a jolt. His body was still slow, fogged from sleep and unable to move as he felt the tingling sensation crawling up his spine.
A loud gasp left his parted lips unbidden.
It was then that he felt it. A hand beneath his body, lifting his waist and holding him in place.
