Chapter 43 Like The Air He Breathes

• As Dirk slowly opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by the familiar comfort of his bedroom. The events of the previous night felt like a distant memory, almost akin to a dream. Shifting in his bed, a renewed energy coursed through his veins, awakening his senses and leaving him feeling different, rejuvenated. It had been a while since he had last awakened feeling so refreshed, and it wasn't solely due to a good night's sleep. An underlying sense of excitement filled him at that moment.
• A smile graced Dirk's lips. "Rise and shine, my darling," he whispered, believing the room was empty. His hands moved from behind his pillow to rest upon his chest. With one hand, he rubbed the smooth skin of his belly, feeling the heat rising on his cheeks. His fingers then wandered over the contours of his body, and then to his neck... Kurt had touched him there... He thought, feeling the warmth of his skin. The sensation made him smile again. They were here, with him. He felt their presence, their pheromones most addicting. He quickly sniffed the air, hoping to catch even the faintest whiff, and he did. A soft moan escaped from his lips, and he closed his eyes as if trying to conjure them in his mind.
• He could still feel the heat radiating off his skin. This was a new feeling, but not unpleasant or uncomfortable. It felt good and... special.