My hands spread his cheeks so I can inspect his hole and observe the trickles of cum flowing out of it.
Gosh, what a sight!
Salt leans with his forehead against the door, his pants still pooled at his ankles, chest heaving.
"Do you like my freshly fucked hole?"
"Love it."
He turns his head to the side, a lazy smile curving his lips, still smeared with a trace of my dried blood. I step closer and lean to the side, so our eyes can lock in the closet shadows.
We say no words, just that shared, satisfied gaze, the world outside utterly and irresponsibly forgotten.
Then…
Loud footsteps pass down the corridor.
We break our eye lock.
I quickly zip up and press my eye to the crack, spotting two betas in security uniforms walking along the hallway.
"Let’s try following them. Maybe they’ll lead us to wherever he is," I whisper.
"Okay," Salt murmurs back, as he fixes his clothes. His cheeks are still flushed, and he looks insanely sexy. I have to admit I would very much like to cuddle him for a bit longer, but that will have to wait.
"Wait," Salt says. "There’s a box of hand-refresh wipes here. Looks like the cleaning crew uses them. Maybe we could, youknow… clean up a bit so we don’t smell like cum in front of everyone." He’s clearly amused. "Ever since my sense of smell improved, this kind of thing has become a pretty major factor in how I… experience the world."
I smile. "Better hearing, better smell? Seriously, your body is fully committing to the subgender transition! Even your own scent grew stronger too, the fresh notes of kiwi and yuzu…"
He juts his lips out slightly.
"Do you like it?"
"How could I not!" I can’t help it. I grab him by the waist and lift him into the air. Salt lets out something like a squeak, and his hands land instinctively on my neck glands. A deep growl slips out of me.
For a second we both go still when his fingers slide lightly over them. Putting both hands on someone’s glands like that is intimate, a gesture that means claiming and feelings.
Salt bites his lip, then hums softly with his cheeks flushed, "Umm, I think we should…"
"Yeah, yeah," I mumble, setting him back down and grab the box. "Alright, let’s give smell removal a chance, even though it might still break through," I say, winking.
We spend a minute rather clumsily cleaning ourselves up. Luckily, the scent of the wipes is aggressively strong and sharply alcoholic, strong enough to smother the smell of bodily fluids.
We carefully step out into the corridor, exchange a look, and then decide to take off our shoes and leave them in the storage room.
Moving barefoot, we follow the betas’ trail. They are long gone, but I know where they went because I can smell them in the air, detergent from their uniforms mixed with faint sweat and deodorant.
At one intersection, we unfortunately run into two other betas standing guard. Salt quickly points out that an earlierbranching corridor allows us to bypass that node, so we backtrack and take a different route.
Eventually, weaving through the maze of hallways, we reach the place my nose has been leading me to.
We peek around the corner and spot a slightly wider corridor lined with rows of doors. I scan the area and, since I don’t see any windows on this side of the building, I assume there must be larger rooms here, maybe a conference room or some kind of briefing hall.
A group of people stands there.
"The meeting has started. If my hearing isn’t lying to me, I can pick up very muffled sounds coming from there."
Salt leans out a little. "But there are three betas from Bram’s unit standing near the door, and four alphas too. They must be Blue Lowen’s protective detail. I’ve definitely never seen them on the island before."
