Scott awoke the next morning wrapped around Rayan. They were spooning, Rayan had his head on Scott's shoulder, hugging his arm loosely, snoring lightly. Scott buried his face in Rayan's hair, savoring his smell. Last night, they finally had s*x. He was finally able to make love to the most beautiful person on the planet. After all this time, it almost didn't seem real.
In his arms, Rayan twitched as though he was dreaming. He had some weird ones before, or at least he often told Scott how weird his dreams could get, usually centering around things going absurdly awry at work. Scott hoped this one was pleasant.
He breathed deeply. Rayan's scent was everywhere. It was wonderful, sweet and musky, a toned-down version of the pheromones Rayan produced when they first met over four month
