The night was supposed to end hours ago. The city outside their penthouse was quiet now, neon lights flickering across the skyline, but inside their bedroom, the air still hummed with warmth, sweat, and the faint tangle of earlier passion.
Alex lay sprawled on the bed, chest still rising in slow, tired breaths. His skin glowed faintly in the moonlight spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sheet barely clung to his waist, leaving his toned stomach and thighs exposed, and Liam sat beside him, watching with an intensity that was equal parts hunger and affection.
"You look completely wrecked," Liam murmured, voice husky. His fingers traced lazy circles against Alex's knee, his green eyes catching the silver flecks of the moonlight.
"That's because I am wrecked," Alex mumbled, eyes half-lidded. He shoved his face into the pillow with a groan, muffling his words. "You… drained me dry. My legs don't even work. You're cruel."
