David was doing it again. That heated, heavy gaze. Chest swelling as his breaths turned long and shaky, jaw clenched like he was trying to hold something back.
By what, though? That was what had Angel confused.
They were wearing his shirt with his sweatpants, the waistband’s strings long as they tied it tight to fit around their smaller frame. Their hair was messy and tied without much attention to style - anything to get it out of their face as they laid back on the couch and played animal crossing. Angel held David’s black controller in their hand, shirt draping off their shoulder due to its size and revealing the smooth curve of their neck and the faint remnants of the marks David had put on them a few nights before.
Angel was simply relaxing at home.
But to David, everything they wore and did marked them as his. His clothes. His mark on their skin. His controller in their hands. His spot on the couch they made themselves comfortable on.
His mate that was perfectly at home in the nest that they’d made together.
David approached them from behind, hands on the back of the couch as he leaned down to kiss them, to which they happily reciprocated. Their satisfied smile when they parted was enough to have David’s pants feeling a little tighter than before.
Everything was so domestic. He loved it.
Angel observed and immediately picked up the signs of his arousal.
Although they were confused about how it started, they certainly weren’t complaining. They reached out a hand and pulled him back towards them, yanking him back down and crashing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Angel moaned, hands cradling his face as they angled theirs and deepened the kiss.
They pulled away, licking their lips and mirroring David’s heated gaze.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Rounding the couch in three long strides, he propped himself on top of Angel, knees on either side of their hips and hands on either side of their head, earning an excited squeal from his mate.
His gaze lowered to the skin exposed from his shirt and smirked. With soft touches, he traced the hickey at the crook of their neck.
“Can’t have this fading, can we?”
His voice was low and Angel could feel it send shivers to their core.
They were not going to sleep tonight.