Touch starved werewolf bf who thinks head scratches are for wimps and babies, and is too prideful to ask for any after their S/O accidentally pets his ears. And thus he finds way to subtly asks by always having his ears within reach.
“Sweetheart, this is the fourth time today you’ve asked me to check your fur for fleas and ticks. You’re fine.”
“I dunno. I’ve been real itchy lately and I swear I felt something crawling around up there.” Your boyfriend crouches down in front of you, leaning forward to lightly bump the front of his head against your chest. “Think you can check one more time?”
You sigh but relent, running your fingers through the fur along his scalp. You don’t miss the way his tail starts wagging excitedly as your thumbs brush along the outsides of his ears.
“You know,” you drawl, fingernails gently raking across his scalp, “If you want me to pet you then you can just ask.”
“I don’t!” he protests, but instead of pulling away from your touch he pushes into it more aggressively. “I don’t want it or need it! I’m not some kinda soy boy beta cuck bitch!”
“Of course you’re not.” You struggle to keep a straight face so you press your lips to his temple. His tongue lolls out of his mouth in a happy pant and you pretend not to notice. “Because you’re my good boy. But sometimes I want to reward my boy for being so good to me. So maybe you can let me pamper you and pet your ears every once in a while? Please?”
He makes a sound like a grumble but his tail gives him away. “Maybe I’ll allow it. Not because I like it but because it clearly means so much to you.”
You scratch his ears and do your best not to flash a mischievous smile when his leg starts kicking out in response. “Thank you, love. You’re so good to me.”