Yannick stayed on the floor of his office as Brandon left, huddled into himself with his back against the closed door. He wasn’t too terribly cold for once, but he was shaking anyway.
Brandon’s scent was still on his clothes, his skin. He could still taste him in his mouth: bitter semen with the sweetest hint of blood, like a promise that would never be fulfilled.
Yannick hadn’t meant to bite him; hadn’t even realized he’d done it until Brandon noticed the blood. Lee had loved it when Yannick nipped him and sucked a tiny bit of blood like that. He would beg Yannick to do it, back when they still lavished that sort of attention on each other. But for a long time now, all he’d wanted was Yannick’s teeth in him and his hand on his d**k. Which was fine, since Yannick hadn’t wanted Lee in any
