By the time they were finally done, the night had already surrendered to the earliest signs of morning. The bathroom was quiet, except for the gentle dripping of water and the soft breaths Axel was struggling to catch. Exhaustion clung to his body like a second skin. He couldn't even bring himself to move. Every muscle felt boneless, like he'd melted under Jayvaughn's relentless affection.
Despite Jayvaughn's earlier promise of "just once," that one time had stretched into nearly three hours of passionate back-and-forth. He hadn't even kept count of how many times he'd found release, only that every time he thought it was the end, Jayvaughn would slow down and start again, prolonging everything with torturously gentle touches that left Axel trembling.
