Zion was surprisingly gentle—if Suga ignored the state of his body and the way Zion was during sex, everything else the man did was something Suga could only describe as the behavior of a true gentleman.
He fed him, tended to his needs, gave him vitamins, and made sure his body recovered as quickly as possible. To Suga, even saying "thank you" didn't feel enough. If he didn't already know that Zion was a mad scientist, he would have easily put him in the category of men that omegas would obsess over because of his kindness.
And now, on top of everything, Zion was massaging his shoulders from behind, his touch slow and deliberate. The water in the bathtub, drawn by Zion himself, was at the perfect temperature—comfortably warm, so much so that Suga let out a small, unconscious hum.
