Smoooooooches his cheek
He blinked, as he got his cheek smooched.
‘hey tiny… You okay there?’
He smirked and pulled him into his lap, stroking through his raven hair.
Pouts a little but curls up against him. He is in too much of a cuddly mood to argue. Instead he just mumbles into Kid’s chest.
“Not tiny.”
'hmmm sure thing... Little one.'
He smirked softly and ruffled the soft hair again. He knew he had been busy and therefore neglected the quality cuddle-time with his mate, but he couldn't help it or change it.
But right now? Having him like this on his lap? It felt just right, like always.
'sleepy baby?'













