“This is humiliating,” he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably as his ears burned red.

You smirked, stepping closer until you were just inches from him. “You say that, but you’re still wearing it.”

His breath hitched as your fingers trailed along the side of his waist, brushing over the curve of his belly. His body was so warm, his scent thick with need. He had been extra clingy today, trailing after you like a lost kitten, subtly pressing against you every chance he got. It was obvious what he wanted—but he was too proud to ask for it outright.

"I-I'm not doing this because I want to,” he muttered, though his body betrayed him. His knees wobbled slightly as you pressed closer, your hand sliding down to rest on the fullness of his belly, feeling the soft swell beneath your palm.

You leaned in, your breath teasing the shell of his ear. “No? Then why haven’t you pushed me away yet?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers clenching the fabric of his apron. His entire body was trembling, his omega instincts kicking in, making him crave the comfort of your presence. His scent was thick with longing—that sweet, addictive aroma that always drove you crazy.

"..Just hold me,” he finally whispered, barely audible, but the need in his voice sent a spark through you.

You wasted no time, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him against your body. He melted into your embrace, his soft curves fitting perfectly against you, his belly pressed snugly between you both. He let out a shaky exhale, his arms coming up to clutch at your shoulders, his fingers digging into your back as if afraid you’d let go.

“You’re so warm,” he mumbled. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Your lips brushed against his forehead, trailing down to his flushed cheek. “I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured. “You’re mine, Scara. And I’ll take care of you... always.”

His breath hitched again as you pressed a lingering kiss to his jaw, your hands tightening possessively around his waist. He whimpered softly.