VIKTOR
I felt it the second I spilled between his thighs. The shift in him. Not the usual post-orgasm haze, something sharper, colder. Disappointment.
It hung in the air like smoke after a bad shot. Kairen turned his face away, burying it in the pillow, but I caught the flicker in his eyes before he did. Hurt. Raw. Like I'd just kicked a puppy I'd been petting.
I leaned down, still breathing hard, and kissed him. Slow. Deep. Trying to erase it without words. His lips parted under mine, hesitant at first, then melting. But he didn't say anything.
Neither did I. We just stayed like that, bodies pressed, my cum cooling sticky between us, until I thrust one last time and let go, groaning low as the aftershocks ripped through me.
Silence after. Heavy. I pulled back, wiped us both down with a towel from the nightstand. Efficient. No eye contact. He didn't look at me either. Just stared at the ceiling like it had answers.
"Shower?" I finally grunted, voice rough.
