Adult Content Warning
This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
-
Tags
Summary
“It’s just… I think my body is reacting… to Oliver’s scent.” he murmured low, with shame, with fear, as if the mere act of saying it aloud would activate again the wave of pheromones bubbling in his body.
An awkward silence fell again and Sendou swallowed back the urge to let out a frustrated scream. Karasu narrowed his eyes, as if he were analyzing the situation in his head, and Otoya blinked as if he had just heard an extraterrestrial language.
“Oliver… Aiku?” the albino repeated. “That Oliver?”
“For God’s sake, Eita! What other Oliver do you know?! Yes, THAT Oliver!” Shuto sank deeper into the couch, wishing he could turn into a molecule of air. “Every time he gets close I feel… this in my chest, this heat that goes down through my body to my belly… And now, after listening to you… I think my body can’t take it anymore.”
Karasu and Otoya exchanged a look loaded with understanding and a certain empathy. The crow sighed, leaning on the doorframe, like a predator who knew next week was going to be a fucking hormonal mess. Sendou swallowed, and for the first time, accepted what he had been denying all afternoon: He was screwed. Irremediably and deliciously screwed.