Heat. All you could feel was heat looking at Jiyan, he wasn't doing anything great, just sitting at the table, polishing his weapons.

He didn't know he was driving you crazy, wanting to take him, up against a wall, in the kitchen, on the table, upside down- Your thought was interrupted by a firm cough, indicating he was done and he expected dinner.

The soft warm smell of meat and potatoes calmed him, after a long working day. But his scent made you more feral.