God damnit.

He was purring like a cat again, following you around with his head buried into the nape of your neck. "Dont look at me. I cant help it." He growls.

You werent his mate, hey, you hardly knew Simon. He was always so stone cold, hidden behind his balaclava. But when you joined the team a few years back, hes been attached to you. Your bloodflow sounds too delightful for him to back off, despite his stoicism.

As you try to get to the rookies for sparring, Simon is purring loudly.