As Dax's lips pressed gently against the sensitive skin of Chris's shoulder, the omega felt a wave of sensation wash over him. The touch was so light, so reverent, that it almost felt like a whisper. His body reacted instinctively, a shiver running down his spine, and he couldn't help but lean into the touch, seeking more.
Dax's hand, which had been tracing the line of Chris's jaw, moved to cup the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape. The gesture was possessive yet gentle. Chris's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps as Dax's lips moved from his shoulder to his neck, leaving a trail of warmth and tingling sensation behind them.
"Dax," Chris whispered, his voice barely audible, a mixture of a plea and a request. He wasn't sure what he was asking for, only that he needed something more.
