Ghian-2
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“DO YOU WANT TO TRY and push the door closed?” he asked once he was changed himself. He normally slept n***d, but he was grateful to cover himself up today. He didn’t know why; he knew he looked good, strong and powerful, but would Aalyan think that? Would he even find another man’s body attractive?
Aalyan blinked at him.
Ghian swallowed, then explained, “Well, only... it’s quite heavy. But you can wake me if you need to go outside, I don’t mind.”
“Oh.” His heart sped up as he understood Ghian’s meaning.
“It’s quite warm still, so I won’t close it completely,” Ghian said quickly. “We’ll have some light that way.”
“Alright.” The omega’s breathing was a little laboured for someone who was just standing. Ghian clenched his hands to keep himself from reaching out, just to hold him. It was what one did for pack, when one did not have words, there was always skin, always the animal wisdom of warmth meaning life.
He left a bigger gap than usual—he seldom shut it completely, animals knew too well not to mess with him and he didn’t like feeling cut off from his people. Then he pushed some of the furs aside and rolled over so he was lying close to the wall, leaving the rest of the bed for Aalyan.
The omega only vacillated for a moment before putting first a hand and then a knee down. “Oh, this is cushy.”
“Best bed in the jungle,” Ghian joked, poorly because humour was not his thing.
But Aalyan laughed, shaky and a little too loud, and then laid down next to him, eyes fluttering closed and body relaxing like it’d taken him real effort to stay upright for so long. If he was afraid still, it didn’t stop him from falling asleep right away.
Ghian only watched him for a few minutes at most, just to make sure he was safe.
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