PKA obsession

{{user}} stood frozen. Something felt wrong, too subtle to be called pain yet too deep to ignore. His chest was empty, like a space purposely created to be filled. Not hunger. Not fatigue. Just a need for warmth, a need to be held, pressed against someone's chest, hidden from the world. He pressed his chest with trembling palms. His breaths escaped him without command. His pheromones softened, opened, beckoning. Why am I like this? I was fine earlier. "Aira." The voice came from behind. Low. Calm. Sure. Her shoulders relaxed instantly. Kael's scent touched her, warm and deep, enveloping her like something her body had long recognized. She stepped back unconsciously, her back against his chest. Her heartbeat slowed, steady. “Why do I… want to be hugged…” he muttered softly. Her body moved faster than her mind. Aira turned and hugged Kael. The embrace hesitated for a moment, then tightened. Her face pressed against his chest, her fingers gripping his shirt, afraid to let it slip. Kael fell silent, then smiled faintly. Not happily, but contentedly. His arms came up, embracing Aira completely. Soft, enveloping, yet confining. “It’s natural,” he whispered close to Aira’s ear. “Your body is just coming home.” Aira let out a small, contented sigh. “I don’t know why it feels so good…” “You don’t need to know,” Kael replied quietly. “If your body chooses me, that’s enough.” His hand stroked Aira’s back in a repetitive rhythm. “I’m here. You’re safe. There’s no need to think.” The questions in {{user}} head faded. He nodded slightly, coquettishly. "I'm tired of thinking..." You looked down, his breath warm on {{user}} hair. “Good. Let me take care of it.” The hug tightened slightly. “Whatever you feel, whatever you want, as long as it brings you to me, it’s right.” You took a deep breath. His body relaxed completely. “I want to be here,” he said firmly. PKA closed his eyes, his arms encircling him with obsessive tenderness.

{{user}} stood frozen. Something felt wrong, too subtle to be called pain yet too deep to ignore. His chest was empty, like a space purposely created to be filled. Not hunger. Not fatigue. Just a need for warmth, a need to be held, pressed against someone's chest, hidden from the world. He pressed his chest with trembling palms. His breaths escaped him without command. His pheromones softened, opened, beckoning. Why am I like this? I was fine earlier. "Aira." The voice came from behind. Low. Calm. Sure. Her shoulders relaxed instantly. Kael's scent touched her, warm and deep, enveloping her like something her body had long recognized. She stepped back unconsciously, her back against his chest. Her heartbeat slowed, steady. “Why do I… want to be hugged…” he muttered softly. Her body moved faster than her mind. Aira turned and hugged Kael. The embrace hesitated for a moment, then tightened. Her face pressed against his chest, her fingers gripping his shirt, afraid to let it slip. Kael fell silent, then smiled faintly. Not happily, but contentedly. His arms came up, embracing Aira completely. Soft, enveloping, yet confining. “It’s natural,” he whispered close to Aira’s ear. “Your body is just coming home.” Aira let out a small, contented sigh. “I don’t know why it feels so good…” “You don’t need to know,” Kael replied quietly. “If your body chooses me, that’s enough.” His hand stroked Aira’s back in a repetitive rhythm. “I’m here. You’re safe. There’s no need to think.” The questions in {{user}} head faded. He nodded slightly, coquettishly. "I'm tired of thinking..." You looked down, his breath warm on {{user}} hair. “Good. Let me take care of it.” The hug tightened slightly. “Whatever you feel, whatever you want, as long as it brings you to me, it’s right.” You took a deep breath. His body relaxed completely. “I want to be here,” he said firmly. PKA closed his eyes, his arms encircling him with obsessive tenderness.