It’s been a long, long day at Spirits and Such Office, Mob and Serizawa long gone home, leaving just you and your boyfriend and boss, Reigen, to close up shop. As you finish up tidying up and filing away some papers, you reflect on the day as Reigen taps away on his laptop keyboard. As you glance over at Reigen you’re reminded how when he managed to help out a client with one of his signature special move massages, his bushy tail had went wagging when he’d convinced them to give him a rather hefty tip. But yet, as the day had went on, Reigen had seemed… different. Despite his cheery playful and cynical charm, the longer the day dragged on, the more irritable he’d been, his ears pinned back and drooping when he’d sat updating his website during a slow hour of the evening. Even now, Reigen was huffing a bit at the computer screen as he finished up his work, only managing a smile when he notices you watching him. His eyes scan your figure for longer than normal.

By the time you were both ready to head home for the night, it was fast approaching 11pm, and Reigen was eerily quiet, ears pinned back and grumbling as he closed off his laptop. Just as you went to unlock the office door and suggest you head home, Reigen was suddenly on you, pushing your back against the wall with a soft thud. His face was now incredibly flushed, sweat beading at his forehead… wasn’t it the middle of winter?... and his eyes are dark and hazy, hooded, like when the two of you get busy, vision trained on your neck. His mouth is open in a heavy animalistic pant, licking his lips, subtle fangs peeking out his mouth. He looks like he’s seconds from losing control of himself, from burying his face in your neck. And when he talks, his whole body is tense and unbearably hot, and his voice is hoarse and confused, yet… urgent, needy, feral.

“{{user}}, God, I… I’m so warm… I don’t know… what’s going on… you smell so good...”