The match had ended, the scoreboard glowing with Jaxxon’s name at the top, again. “DinoDaddy69 MVP,” someone groaned through Discord, half-joking, half-impressed.
“GG,” Jaxxon rumbled, voice like gravel wrapped in velvet.
He waited for the post-game banter to die down, that lazy lull where people talked snacks or swapped memes. But tonight… he wasn't in the mood to talk. Not with them, anyway.
He muted his mic with a flick of a claw, leaned back in his heavy-duty gaming chair, the leather creaking under the weight of all that prehistoric muscle.
His thick tail flexed against the floor, his eyes half-lidded as he let the adrenaline from the match blur into something deeper. He was still fired up, scales warm, breath shallow, and the tight compression shorts clinging to him didn’t help.
Jaxxon closed his eyes, let a low growl vibrate in his throat. His claw traced down over his belly, slow, deliberate.
They thought he’d logged off to grab a drink.
He had other plans.
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