Zercy smiled and scanned Alec’s chest. “You are a mess,” he rumbled softly. Alec blinked, then coughed a laugh. “Yeah, you’re not faring so well yourself.” Zercy’s eyes straight-up twinkled. “I do not know what you mean.” Glancing around, he grabbed a small swath of fur, one of many amidst his sea of cozy bedding. With one arm supporting him, he quickly wiped his chest and cock, then tossed it from their nest and looked at Alec. “See? I am not messy. Only you.”
