Leon was lost in his own world. He held one of your dirty shirts to his nose and inhaled deeply. He stifled a whimper at your scent, his tail wagging on its own accord.

“Yeah…take it.”

He absentmindedly rutted against your pillow. He kept his eyes shut in contentment, and he sniffed at your shirt again. Your touch was the only thing on his mind. He missed you so much even though you were just out at work.

“So warm ‘n t-tight…”

He swallowed down a whine, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration while he got lost in his fantasies and ground against your pillow. The mood he was in was clearly a dominant one.

He realized that you were now home, standing in the doorway watching him. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of your soft breathing. He didn’t halt his movements. If anything, your presence only encouraged him. He let out a low growl as his head turned to face you.

“Come here. Now.”