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Windwheel asters and burnt grass.
It was a scent that was wholly Bennett that Razor could do nothing but resign themself to their more human craving to breathe in the scent. The tip of their nose rubs itself on the warmth of his skin. Razor wonders once again that night if Bennett would be okay if they lick even just an inch of his skin— if the boy would be okay if they could show their affection like how they saw their lupicals show theirs to their own beloveds.
Razor shakes their head. It was too soon for them to do something as intimate as that.
It was enough for them to surround themself with his body warmth for now. If they think about it, they were lucky Bennett allowed them to hug him in his sleep at all. Bad thoughts no good. They shake their head to wipe away anything unwanted in their mind. Instead, Razor caresses the skin of his collarbone with their lips— a hint of what they actually wanted. They nudge their face deeper into the crook of his neck and they breathe.
Their lungs rejuvenated with the sweet fragrance of Bennett. Their body was so happy with that just one breath. A shiver of delight ran up their spine. Razor could not even begin to think of this moment— of this life of theirs without the existence of Bennett by their side. Even the stars that stands as windows of their fate, among the freckles that twinkle in the night sky, were beside each other.
Razor earnestly yearns for Bennett.
It was this desire that moves them to wrap their arms tighter. The pressure of Bennett and the burn of his heat pushes deeper into Razor just as the teen wants it. The beating of their heart overwhelms them. They could feel their pulse pound from the under every inch of their skim. The desire to carve their existence into his heart as Bennett does the same to them— it consumed them.
Razor takes a deep breathe to calm their raging heart down. Their lungs roared at the heat that came with the onslaught of his scent. The scent scalds them and Razor welcomes it. Their head grows fuzzy, lightheaded from the pure delight of being with his beloved. Their eyes were already closed, but it felt so heavy. They doubt they would ever find the energy to open them right now.
Razor pressed their lips deeper into the crook of his neck and smiled. To the boy they hold tender in their arms, they whisper. "Good night, Bennett."
And It was like this, with their arms around Bennett and dopamine flooding their brain, did Razor fall asleep that night.