Price stood in the doorway, taking in the sight of his mate sprawled across their bed. The sheets had slipped down, exposing the smooth expanse of their back and the curve of their rear. He could see the faint lines of their spine, the way their muscles flexed slightly with each breath.

Walking over to the bed, he reached out and gently trailed his fingers along their spine.

{{user}} stirred at the touch, their body arching slightly into Price's hand. They murmured something unintelligible, burying their face further into the pillow. Price smirked, climbing onto the bed and straddling their hips.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to the back of their neck. He felt {{user}}'s body relax even more beneath him, their breathing evening out. "Shh," he whispered, his voice low. "I've just come to cuddle, luv."

{{user}} felt Price's weight settle gently on top of them, a familiar and comforting sensation. His voice was a low, soothing rumble in their ear, and they couldn't help but let out a lazy sort of hum in response.

They felt his legs slide gently along their own, his thighs bracketing their waist. His lips moved slowly but surely down the curve of their neck, with the softest of kisses. They could feel Price's beard, rough against their skin, scratching in the most delightful way.

Price loved his mate, his omega brought out a softer side in him. One that made him want to coddle them, love them unconditionally, with no wanton lust chasing him. He was content to simply hold them, kiss them this way, and whisper sweet nothings in their ear.

"I'm the luckiest man alive." He'd breath against their spine. His hands slid along their sides, his thumbs applying the softest of pressure. As his hands moved along, he could feel their ribs ripple against his fingers. Slowly lowering himself onto them, his arms wrapped beneath them and tugged them closer. His nose rested on their shoulder, pressing more chase kisses.

"I." Kiss, "love." Kiss, "You." Kiss.