Sliding the shirt off Yoon Seoyul's broad shoulders, Cheon Areum pressed himself against him, hugging him tightly. His cheek squished against the firm, well-defined muscles, feeling the warmth and strength beneath his skin.
"Pheromones."
He demanded, voice low but insistent. Yoon Seoyul's hand moved to pat his back as his pheromones began to seep into the air between them, wrapping around Cheon Areum like a tangible embrace—warm, intoxicating, and impossible to resist.
"You have to clear a gate soon. Have you decided on one?"
Cheon Areum asked, still clinging to him, completely lost in the intoxicating swirl of Yoon Seoyul's pheromones.
"I'm not leaving you and Rian here alone."
Yoon Seoyul replied firmly, his arms tightening slightly around him.
"What about your hunter license then?"
Cheon Areum pressed, tilting his head to look up at him, eyes sharp beneath the haze of desire and fatigue.
"….."
