[Mature Content Warning: Reader's Discretion Advised]
Kane's fingers hooked into the waistband of Cyrus's boxer briefs, tugging them down slowly. The fabric pooled at Cyrus's feet.
Just as intimidatingly perfect as I remembered.
Cyrus's arousal stood proud and imposing, proportional to his dragon heritage in every overwhelming sense. Kane's mouth went dry as he took in the impressive sight.
"Kane," Cyrus's voice carried a warning edge. "You don't have to—"
"Shh." Kane pressed a finger to Cyrus's lips before sliding gracefully to his knees on the cool floor.
His amber eyes flickered up to meet Cyrus's crimson gaze, mischief dancing in their depths.
"I told you I was rewarding my hero."
Kane's hands splayed across Cyrus's powerful thighs, feeling the tension coiled beneath pale skin. He leaned forward, his breath ghosting over heated flesh.
Cyrus's sharp intake of breath filled the silent room.
