Malcolm tried so hard to avoid spilling, his entire body locking up in a desperate attempt to hold back the tide. He squeezed his eyes shut, his teeth grinding together so fiercely that his jaw ached, while his fingers tore at the dry sides of the ceramic tub. Every single muscle in his abdomen strained, trying to freeze the internal rhythm of his S-tier Alpha biology. He had spent his entire life keeping this side of himself locked away behind an unyielding wall of control, and he was terrified of what would happen if that wall broke down completely for another man.
But Dahmer completely took over the pace, refusing to give him a single second to breathe or rebuild his defenses.
