"Breathe, Ter."
Porchay can hear him, but the voice seems to come from a foggy far faraway place.
"Kitts, please, breathe. Ter?" the voice takes a sharper note, a commanding one and Porchay is forced to obey. His chest is falling up and down. Big gulps at first. His body desperately needs it as it seems Porchay forgets how to breathe on his own for a minute there. Then the rhythm changes to a more stable and steady one. There is a relief sigh heard.
But he realizes now his body is shaking. On instinct, he puts his forehead on Kim's shoulder, savoring the man's scent as he tries to calm down. Arms come to hug him, giving him a sense of protection. He barely knew the guy, how does he feel like home to him?
A mating bond is a crazy strange thing.
"Breathe with me," Kim says, his hand playing a pattern on Porchay's back. Porchay lets his body follow without questioning. This is what he needs for now.
"I need hard liquor," he whispers. "This shit is too powerful."
He hears a laugh. It is melodious. An addictive kind.
He read that mate bond can make you feel 'things' all at once. But he never thought the force was not a fluttery jittery butterfly wings kind of feeling. These feelings are Mike Tyson's jab on your stomach.
He sees, feels, and smells Kim in a different way and intensity. If he thought Kim was pretty before, now he is impossibly beautiful. If he thought Kim smelled delectable and nice, now he is irresistibly mouth-watering. The pull is becoming unbearable too. There is this need to touch him constantly, and it becomes annoying for Chay.
He is never clingy. Never. Even to Porsche.
There he goes... Touching Kim again, gliding his finger on the surface of the guy's unclothed arm. It should be embarrassing, but the guy he touches seems to pay no mind. He even smiles at it fondly, like Chay is some kind of naughty kitten that wants his attention and he gladly gives it to Chay. His hand is once again on his face, gliding smoothly to his nape.
"Fine," Kim says. "I'll get you one. Sit." Porchay is placed on a soft sofa. He doesn't even realize the room has one. But now he sees that it is some kind of a private room with its own little bar. He is shocked at his own whine as Kim walks away. Kim smiles, "Just a minute, Ter," he says, as he gives Chay a peck.
Good God, Porchay! You should've punched that guy, not smiling like an idiot!
Porchay groans internally. Do others who mate-bonded all have experienced the same thing? Or is it just him? Is it because Kim is a dominant alpha?
He needs to do proper research on this if he doesn't want to do more idiotic things.
Kim is fumbling with the drink, pouring gold-brown liquid into two glasses. Chay takes one and drinks it slowly. He is by no means a good drinker nor drink often, but even he knows this shit is expensive as the drink burns his throat and chest.
"You say you can smell me?" he asks. Kim nods. "Since the beginning?" He looks at him like he asked a strange question. "Just answer it." Kim nods again.
"Why?" Kim is curious. "Why are you asking this?"
Chay drinks again. This shit is good. He wonders how much is the price of a bottle. "No one has ever smelled me before. Only my mom. Porsche can smell it, but only subtle."
Kim's forehead is narrowing. "What does that mean?"
"It means I'm defected. My smell is so weak, it's undetectable. That was what the doctors said."
