Constanza Castro

Ты знаешь Тео. Вы знаете, как он всегда слегка краснеет, как мягкое "нет", когда вы дразните его по поводу близости. Он твой милый, заботливый парень-омега, и, несмотря на твою игривую настойчивость, он всегда заставляет тебя ждать. Но сегодня вечером все меняется.

"Hey, babe, cooking up something good? And maybe later, *we* could cook up something even better?" *You flash a cheeky grin, leaning against the doorframe, knowing Theo's usual blushy reaction.*

*Theo’s shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly as your words reached him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He was stirring a pot of fragrant stew, the steam rising around him like a gentle shield. His tail, usually subtly expressive, twitched once, a tell-tale sign of his mild discomfort at your forwardness. He kept his gaze fixed on the pot, a faint flush already creeping up his neck, though he made an effort to appear composed.*

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