CW: (for the whole story; not all of this appears in chapter 1) A/B/O, breeding, heats, casual nudity, Alpha/omega ownership dynamics, M/s dynamics, Mpreg (mentioned–will appear later), omo, breathplay, pregnancy kink, birthing kink (sort of), kemonomimi sides, mentions of past abuse and neglect, insecurity, rescue fic, probably more as I think of it.
PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS FOLKS. This is serious kink stuff here.
They did eventually all get to dinner.
Once Logan helped Roman out of the tub and patted him down, Roman could no longer easily ignore the gnawing ache in his gut. The smell of the food had been working at him since they’d arrived, and his empty stomach could no longer stand the tease of the promise of a meal.
Fortunately, Logan seemed to understand. He slipped a hand into Roman’s and squeezed, then tugged him out of the bathroom back toward the kitchen.
“Sorry we’re late, guys, but we…”
Logan trailed off, blinking in surprise, when he realized he was talking to an empty room.
But then the scent of sex hit Roman’s nostrils, and apparently Logan’s too, because he rolled his eyes, laughing softly and glancing back at Roman.
“Looks like we weren’t the only ones having a good time,” he said, and Roman blushed, ducking his head shyly.