Victor stayed there a while, letting the last waves of heat ebb out of Elias's body before easing his hips back. The bond still pulsed, low and steady now, the frantic edge gone but the tether undeniable. Elias's lashes fluttered, the fight drained from his limbs, his breathing slow and uneven like someone drifting in and out of shallow sleep.
"Easy," Victor murmured, his hand smoothing over Elias's thigh once before he reached for the discarded pants. He worked them gently back up over lax legs, fingers careful not to startle the omega as he covered him again. Elias made a faint, drowsy sound at the touch, one that pulled the corner of Victor's mouth into something softer than his usual smirk.
