Mark Me Yours
"For what?"
Rayan let Scott inside and closed the door. The exhaust fan was still running, fighting the accumulation of heat pheromones from the past few days. Scott put the flowers on the tiny kitchen counter. As soon as his arms were free, Rayan wormed his way in to them, practically molding himself to Scott's body, hugging him tight.
"They're so pretty... No one's ever brought me flowers before." Rayan murmured into Scott's hair. "But, what are you atoning for?"
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