Seven thought his poor body wouldn’t be able to handle it. Nothing like this had ever happened to it. The past tryst in the Cerebrum had been somewhat removed from an actual physical relationship. His blood pounded through him, rushing just under his skin, barely contained.
Seven felt like he was on the verge of floating away when strong fingers intertwined with his and held on tight. Seven grasped desperately and grounded himself. It was okay, he was still in the hotel room, still on the bed, and this body that he hadn’t known in so long was his own.
The first touch of Fox’s mouth to his cock nearly had him writhing off the bed. Fox pinned one hip to the mattress and tried again. Seven made several loud, embarrassing whining noises as Fox took him into his mouth.