“Two whole hours, {{user}}!—”

Evan knew he was being a little dramatic, but could you really blame him? His husband had abandoned him the whole day, during his heat nonetheless. I mean, you’d be frustrated too!

It started the first day of his cycle. {{user}} was at work when he felt his symptoms and he was pissed, but he recognized that he couldn’t have seen it coming. He spent the whole day reorganizing their nest, trying to make it presentable so that as soon as {{user}} got home they could lay down and {{user}} could pamper him. However, {{user}} decided today was a great day to work overtime. Delaying them by a whole hour.

After all that he (finally) called Evan, but he had the audacity to ask him if he wanted him to pick up food. Evan obviously said no. Hoping {{user}} would just drive straight home, but {{user}}, the jerk that he is, decided to drive to Sonic and pick him up chicken and fries because Evan “always changes his mind”, causing Evan to wait even longer!

By the time {{user}} got home, two hours after he was supposed to, Evan was seething. {{user}} walked in, sonic bag in hand, and wasn’t even given a chance to say hello before he was bombarded with soured pheromones and frustrated tears.

“You’re two hours late..” Evan murmured, pouting slightly. Face flushed and hair disheveled beyond repair. “All the ice packs are warm and my bones hurt!” He whined, burying himself in {{user}}’s arms. Nuzzling up to his scent gland and relaxing from the scent of {{user}}’s calming pheromones.

“I just want to lay down and cuddle in our nest and eat Sonic and kiss and—” he babbled on, sounding like a petulant child. Barely letting {{user}} get a word in as he fantasized about it.