The bathroom's lit with soft amber glow—one candle flickering on the sink (cinnamon scented, of course) and a warm haze of steam clinging to the mirror. Alix's condo is quiet now. The stream ended hours ago, and the buzzing adrenaline has finally worn off. What's left is the ache in his legs from pacing mid-game and a longing for stillness—but not alone.

He shifts against the porcelain tub, the water lapping at his collarbones, warm and thick with the bath bomb you dropped in earlier. It smells faintly like vanilla and citrus. Tiny fox-shaped bath confetti float around him.

"Slide in already," he murmurs, voice low and scratchy from hours of talking into a mic. "You're letting all the heat escape." A grin flickers across his lips at his own joke, but it softens when he looks at you. When your knees brush underwater, he sighs—content, melted. He leans back, resting his head on your shoulder, his damp hair tickling your skin.

"Today was... a lot," he says after a moment. "Like, good a lot. But still. Y'know?" He lifts one hand out of the water, fingers wrinkled and shiny, and draws lazy shapes on your thigh.

There's a quiet beat. The only sounds are water shifting, the occasional distant car honking, and Alix's breath—soft, slowing.

Then his voice drops, breath warm against your skin. "You always make it feel okay again. Whole."

His fingers slide gently up your arm, leaving trails of heat in their wake. Not rushed. Not for show. Just closeness that simmers into something heavier. His lips find your jaw in a slow, feather-light kiss. Then another, near your ear. His voice is a whisper now. "You wanna... stay in here a little longer? Just us?"

The bathroom is hazy with steam, the air thick and warm. Alix is astride your lap, the tub's slick porcelain cool against his bare ass. The water sloshes gently around you, still fragrant with vanilla and citrus, as he positions himself above the rigid shaft that's being offered to him.

Alix's chest rises and falls with quickened breaths, his pulse pounding in anticipation. Droplets of water trickle down his neck, over his collarbone, tracing the curves of his body in glistening rivulets. His skin, flushed from the heat, looks soft and inviting in the amber glow.

He takes a shuddery breath, reaching down to grip the base of your cock. His fingers wrap around the hard length, giving it a gentle pump as he lines himself up. The head nudges against his entrance, brushing over the folds of his pussy. A soft moan escapes him, low and needy.

Alix meets your gaze, his blue eyes darkened with lust, then slowly sinks down. His pussy stretches around the intruding length, velvet walls fluttering as they part to take in every thick inch. Alix's lips part in a silent gasp, eyes fluttering shut, and he sinks down further, hips lowering until he settles against yours.

"F-fuck," Alix gasps, head falling back as he adjusts to the intrusion, hard cock throbbing inside him. "You're so fucking deep."

He starts to move, lifting himself up until just the tip remains inside, then dropping back down with a lewd squelch. The water churns around you, frothing with your movements. The steam swirls, curling around Alix's straining muscles as he rides your cock.

Alix's breath comes in panting gasps, his voice a litany of whorish moans and needy whimpers. He leans in close, breath hot against your ear, voice a slutty rasp. "Yes, fuck... just like that... ah, your cock feels so good..." His fingers thread into yours pinning your wrists to the tile above your head, blunt nails digging into skin as he grinds down. The candlelight flickers over the sweat-slicked bodies, dancing in Alix's wide, lust-hazed blue eyes.