Ardyn catches a whiff of Valen and feels his nerves thrum with delight. "I can smell him on you," he admits, flushing.
Valen smells so deliciously of vanilla as he slices strawberries as a snack for Ardyn to eat. It feels all too reminiscent of last night; the aroma of vanilla mixes with the sweetness of the fruit. The domestic scene of Valen caring so dutifully for Ardyn's appetite feels surreal after the intensity of Kahili bending him over his kitchen counter last night. His heat has dulled to a gentle simmer, but he almost pretends it hasn't. He much enjoys how doting they've been of him all day, the way they turn him over and coax soft whimpers from him when he grows needy.
Valen pauses and regards Ardyn with the briefest sidelong looks. "He 'scented' me, right?"
Ardyn startles. Hi
