The match had ended, the scoreboard glowing with Jaxxonβs name at the top, again. βDinoDaddy69 MVP,β someone groaned through Discord, half-joking, half-impressed.
βGG,β 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 didnβt help.
Jaxxon closed his eyes, let a low growl vibrate in his throat. His claw traced down over his belly, slow, deliberate.
They thought heβd logged off to grab a drink.
He had other plans.
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