Teeth were a calculated risk. Perhaps Jack was going off the fact he'd let the thought surface and Zephyr hadn't snatched after that split second he had to stop him, but that it didn't make the gesture any less any less of that skidding sweet whisper. I'm daring to do this to make you feel good.

And in Jack's case, look him straight in the face when he did it. Did you even call those bedroom eyes when they were so content, so knowing. Through that deepwater uprush, Zephyr got this glimpse of himself and nothing that he couldn't have known if he had just an instant to himself, though of course there wasn't, there wouldn't be that.

He lips were all flushed against his gasps and his hair was coming undone. When he shook, Jack was really the only thing holding him up. Even as he moved against him, plunged and twined and...

Did the thing with his teeth again.

Zephyr closed his eyes as the moan after slipped from him.