Kalmin swallowed thickly when Deimos unlocked his apartment door. He followed Mira and Deimos inside slowly, his senses hiked to a ten, aware of every little movement they made. He saw how Deimos stared at him, and how his Adam’s Apple bobbed when he swallowed. He felt Mira’s fingers ghosting his back, feeling down his spine, the heat of her fingers electric. She sucked in a shaky breath when they all took off their shoes and padded deeper into the flat, the setting sun turning Deimos’ home red and orange. It was notably clean with the scent of lavender wafting through, tingling Kalmin’s nose.
Then he saw Deimos’ bed and his heart pounded against his chest.
Quietly, Deimos placed his keys on the counter and turned to look at him. Kalmin could barely breathe. It was hot inside his apart
