He recovered quickly, gulping loudly as his eyes dropped from Leon's piercing and hooded gaze to where his hand was wrapped around his dick, stroking lightly.
He still had a hard time believing that this was all actually happening, this wasn’t a fever dream right?
"It seems I'm the only one who's still clothed, want to help me out with that, Jaxie?" Darian whispered beside his ears, making him turn around with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
Jaxie leaned forward at this, initiating a kiss and Darian let him lead the kiss, relaxing against the headboard to make it easier for him.
Jaxon kissed down the side of Darian’s jaw, going lower to leave marks on the tan skin, high up on his neck so that it would be visible even when he was dressed.
He would address his possessive behaviour tomorrow when he wasn't sitting on Darian's massive dick, not like he could think properly, not when all the blood meant for his brain was somewhere else, somewhere far south.