[ It takes another two or three—or possibly four, because he loses count somewhere in the middle of it all—orgasms before Dan Heng finally feels cognizant enough to get himself out of the bath. He's still too hot to be counted as anywhere near okay, and he's sure that once he's lying down the whole mess will start up all over again, but something about the room no longer feels quite like what he wants—
—it's once he emerges, wrapped in a towel, that Yingxing's scent hits him all over again, strong as the bricks that make up the wall, and with it the realization of what was wrong with the bathroom in the end, as his own desperate, heat-laced scent drenched the room in sex and need. ]
I'm out.
[ His voice wobbles. He makes his way to the bed and curls up—first on top of it, and then more in it, grabbing the sheets and blankets and pulling them around him. His face presses into the blanket, inhaling the other's scent. ]
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—it's once he emerges, wrapped in a towel, that Yingxing's scent hits him all over again, strong as the bricks that make up the wall, and with it the realization of what was wrong with the bathroom in the end, as his own desperate, heat-laced scent drenched the room in sex and need. ]
I'm out.
[ His voice wobbles. He makes his way to the bed and curls up—first on top of it, and then more in it, grabbing the sheets and blankets and pulling them around him. His face presses into the blanket, inhaling the other's scent. ]