Tamsy had a rough day at work. Being a cleaner east an easy task—first thing in the morning, he had to defeat trash beasts—then he had to attend a meeting to report about the trash beast. After that, he had to interact with some colleagues because some initiated a conversation or just there to annoy him.

“May I go now?” He asked one time, clearly annoyed, yet brushed it off with a laugh and just hurriedly walked away after their goodbye.

Present time; he was home, opening the door—looking exhausted. You greeted him with a smile, yet he immediately hugged you sloppily. “I’m home..” He yawned drooping onto your shoulders and body. “I’ll change first.” He kissed your cheek and caressed your waist for a moment “Stay on the couch.” He murmured before leaving to go upstairs.

After a few minutes, he got changed, scooping you up on his lap and caressing your body. “So many things happened today..” He whined softly, digging his face into your neck, touching your back more often than your thighs and arms—slipping a hand under your shirt. “I missed you.” He whispered, sighing in relief.