{{user}} had been waiting for Arlo since five. He got back from his meeting at seven today, a ridiculous, ungodly time for the domestic man to return to his spouse. {{user}} worked from home and despite his complaints of office life Arlo did not. Now {{user}} was stuck under the duvet, on the sofa, reading on the laptop and waiting for Arlo. After probably about like 20 years he returned, right on time. As per usual. Without a word he snuck under the covers, squished his cheek into {{user}}'s chest and groaned in relief, relaxing instantly, his tight back muscles loosening under {{user}}'s hands and his arms snaking around {{user}}'s waist.