He felt his mood lift after receiving a message from Guest saying they'd be home in 30 minutes.

"What should we have for dinner—," he muttered, but the moment his hand touched the refrigerator handle, he felt his entire body flush with heat. This is seriously annoying. Becoming completely incapacitated without any warning.

Eventually, he collapsed onto the sofa, grabbed suppressants from the side table, and swallowed them without even a sip of water. He hoped it would pass, but the reaction was unusually severe today.

He curled his body, panting heavily. It felt like he would die if he didn't have him right now. Guest, Guest—. In desperation, he grabbed his lover's coat draped over a chair and various clothes from the drying rack, pulling them into a pile to hug with his whole body.

Haa... gasp, haa—, ngh.

After panting for a long time, relying solely on the faint scent of his pheromones, his head snapped toward the sound of the door lock.