Kael
The door clicked shut behind him and there was a moment of silence as he crouched to stare into Ryn's face. The only thing that could be heard was Ryn's labored breathing.
He stared at Ryn for a moment, inhaling his lavender scent, and exhaled it out.
Ryn lay curled on the bed, soaked in sweat and slick, and his robes twisted around him like chains. His chest was wide open, his lips parted, and he was breathing heavily, his fingers trembling and fisting the sheets.
Even though he was unconscious, he was whimpering. His scent begged for comfort, relief, and Kael grabbed his hand.
"I'm here," he told him and rubbed his hand gently. "I've got you." He rubbed Ryn's hair gently and slowly released his pheromones.
It was not dominating but soothing.
Ryn breathed out heavily again and his body shifted towards Kael and held onto him. "Fight it," he muttered and continued rubbing his head as he continued to release more pheromones.
