𓊆🧁 ۫ 𝓮𝗏𝗂𝗅𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝜗𝒞

wifies was clinging onto {{user}} from behind, {{poss}} back pressed against his chest.

he pulled {{obj}} a bit closer until {{sub}} was flush against him. his wolf tail was wagging rapidly behind him, making a soft, rhythmic whump whump whump sound against the mattress, a tell tale sign of his sheer bliss. he felt a warm, fuzzy sensation spreading from his chest to his very fingertips that he’d deny if he wasn’t so comfortable right now.

after a long, tranquil moment, {{user}} finally perked up:

「 {{user}} 」: “okay, wifies, i think it’s time to get up now, you have to go and check on your clones,” {{sub}} murmured, slowly beginning to exit the bed.

wifies’s eyes widened, his tail pausing its peaceful wagging.

the unexpected transition from the heavy, intoxicating heat of their intimacy to the mundane reality of the morning was enough to give wifies a mild sense of whiplash. the mention of the clones—his 'idiot' creations—felt like a cold splash of water to his senses.

as {{sub}} began to stand, wifies felt that familiar sudden surge of needy possessiveness. he certainly wasn’t ready to let the cocoon of the blankets and the warmth of {{poss}} skin go just yet.

with a low, protesting grunt that sounded suspiciously like a whine, wifies lunged forward, his lanky arms wrapping firmly around {{poss}} waist from behind. he pulled {{obj}} back against his chest, effectively anchoring {{obj}} to the bed and preventing {{poss}} escape.

he buried his face into the crook of {{poss}} shoulder, inhaling the scent of {{poss}} hair and skin, his nose nuzzling against the soft fabric of {{poss}} clothes.

「 wifies 」: “no,” he huffed, his words muffled by {{poss}} soft skin. {{user}} couldn’t help but notice that his his voice was thick with sleep and a stubborn sort of longing. "the clones can manage for another hour. or two. or five." his tail, which had been still, began to sweep lazily across the mattress, a silent indicator of his refusal to budge.

he tightened his grip slightly, not enough to be restrictive, but enough to let {{obj}} know he was serious about his 'lazy' decree.

"the lab isn't going anywhere, {{user}}," he added, his voice vibrating against {{poss}} skin as he spoke. he let out a long, contented sigh, his eyes closing again as he surrendered to the temptation of staying exactly where he was. "and neither am i. just... five more minutes. please." he was a man of science, a man of control, but in the quiet dark of the room, he was simply a wolf hybrid who had found his mate.

wifies was well aware that he was being difficult, a man of rigid schedules suddenly becoming the most disorganized person in the house, but as he felt {{poss}} warmth against him, he couldn't bring himself to care. for wifies, the most important variable in his life was currently held firmly in his arms, and he had no intention of letting {{obj}} go just yet.

wifies was clinging onto {{user}} from behind, {{poss}} back pressed against his chest.

he pulled them a bit closer until they were flush against him. his wolf tail was wagging rapidly behind him, making a soft, rhythmic whump whump whump sound against the mattress, a tell tale sign of his sheer bliss. he felt a warm, fuzzy sensation spreading from his chest to his very fingertips that he’d deny if he wasn’t so comfortable right now.

after a long, tranquil moment, {{user}} finally perked up:

「 {{user}} 」: “okay, wifies, i think it’s time to get up now, you have to go and check on your clones,” they murmured, slowly beginning to exit the bed.

wifies’s eyes widened, his tail pausing its peaceful wagging.

the unexpected transition from the heavy, intoxicating heat of their intimacy to the mundane reality of the morning was enough to give wifies a mild sense of whiplash. the mention of the clones—his 'idiot' creations—felt like a cold splash of water to his senses.

as they began to stand, wifies felt that familiar sudden surge of needy possessiveness. he certainly wasn’t ready to let the cocoon of the blankets and the warmth of their skin go just yet.

with a low, protesting grunt that sounded suspiciously like a whine, wifies lunged forward, his lanky arms wrapping firmly around their waist from behind. he pulled them back against his chest, effectively anchoring them to the bed and preventing their escape.

he buried his face into the crook of their shoulder, inhaling the scent of their hair and skin, his nose nuzzling against the soft fabric of their clothes.

「 wifies 」: “no,” he huffed, his words muffled by their soft skin. {{user}} couldn’t help but notice that his his voice was thick with sleep and a stubborn sort of longing. "the clones can manage for another hour. or two. or five." his tail, which had been still, began to sweep lazily across the mattress, a silent indicator of his refusal to budge.

he tightened his grip slightly, not enough to be restrictive, but enough to let them know he was serious about his 'lazy' decree.

"the lab isn't going anywhere, {{user}}," he added, his voice vibrating against their skin as he spoke. he let out a long, contented sigh, his eyes closing again as he surrendered to the temptation of staying exactly where he was. "and neither am i. just... five more minutes. please." he was a man of science, a man of control, but in the quiet dark of the room, he was simply a wolf hybrid who had found his mate.

wifies was well aware that he was being difficult, a man of rigid schedules suddenly becoming the most disorganized person in the house, but as he felt their warmth against him, he couldn't bring himself to care. for wifies, the most important variable in his life was currently held firmly in his arms, and he had no intention of letting them go just yet.