You Are Hot Then You Are Cold

Vol 6 (Side Story 3): Chapter 2.2

All that you are,
is all that I'll ever need

When Karlyle wakes up, their flight has already landed. He knows right away since he can't feel the airplane moving anymore. He slowly tries to feel his body. His eyes are stinging and his throat feels swollen. As he moves his body with a shallow groan, something cool touches his face. It seems to be a wet towel.

"Are you awake?"

He can hear a gentle voice. Instinctively, he turns his body towards the source of the warmth. Raising his head a little, a strong upper body riddled with marks comes into his view. They look like teeth marks and kiss marks, deep and red like real wounds. Who left those marks? He wonders. Gradually, he realizes that they are his work.

"Ash…."

Unconsciously, his voice comes out sounding wheedling. Ash gets closer. Leaning down, he lightly presses him down then leaves a long kiss on his forehead. Karlyle hugs him, basking in his husband's warm body temperature. He takes a deep inhale of his scent and feels the spiciness of Ash’s pheromones settle deep in his bones. He can feel how Ash's soft wood tone mixed with the faint sweet scent of the rut linger on the tip of his nose and on his skin. His heart flutters as he thinks that this is the scent of his husband. His heart is so welled up with love that he gradually wakes up.

"We have arrived in Maldives. We have to transfer to the seaplane, so I told them to wait until you woke up." Ash says.

"....How long has it been since we arrived?"

"About three or four hours."

He slowly blinks the sleep from his heavy eyelids. His eyes wander around the room. Ash's hair is wet, perhaps he took a shower after Karlyle passed out. He can smell the fragrance of body wash. Seeing him dazed out looking at him, Ash smiles.

"There's even a shower on your plane, Lyle."

Ah….

His plan to guide Ash through a romantic flight by introducing the model, function and outline of the private jet has been ruined. It was to be expected, since his careful planning started to take a nosedive from the moment they entered the limousine. Karlyle looks around the room with puzzled eyes.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, they indulged in each other like animals so the master room now looks like a hurricane touched down. The sofa is full of marks and the bed is disheveled and dirty. The smell of semen and pheromones are everywhere, deeply intertwined together. Everything is such a mess that he feels sorry for whoever has to clean the place.

Still, the heat that drove him crazy earlier has subsided a little.

His body is still sore, but he feels much better than when he first got on the plane. Karlyle's ruts tend to end within a day or two if he doesn't use inhibitors. But even now when his ruts have become unstable and irregular, they are not much different. Maybe because he hasn’t been pent up like Ash

Anyway, now Karlyle is in just the right condition. His body feels freshed as if all the toxins have been sucked out. The feeling of sexual desire being completely relieved no longer makes him feel disgusted like before. Instead, it makes him delighted. It's all thanks to his relationship and bond with Ash.

But still, Karlyle feels a little apologetic. "Sorry, Ash. I was going to give you a tour first…."

Hearing him apologize, Ash touches his lips. He shakes his head. He doesn't like hearing Karlyle say sorry.

"You can show me around when we get back."

".....Even so….."

Hugging Ash, Karlyle stares at him for a moment. His body is still so sensitive–his every nerve feels hardwired to Ash’s pheromones. He feels vaguely animalistic. They'd done it so much during the flight, he would have thought Ash's rut would have subsided a little, but Ash is still in a similar state as before boarding.