"Yukkuri ..." Taeyong whispered in a throaty voice, embracing his husband around the waist while he was busy preparing dinner.

"Not now Taeyong, I'm busy." The younger answered, leaving the man to rinse his hands in the sink.

"Yuta ..." The Japanese felt Taeyong's body pressing lightly on his back.

The man loved his husband, but a hard day at the university made the only thing he dreamed of was a warm bed in their shared bedroom. He wanted to finish reheating the food and eat it in a peaceful atmosphere with his beloved, but it seemed that Taeyong had other plans for their evening together.

Nakamoto rolled his eyes, on the one hand, he loved how Lee always wanted him, and if he could, they probably wouldn't leave the bedroom. On the other hand, sometimes he wanted to take him to the doctor and make sure he wasn't a addict.

While Lee was giving passionate kisses to his husband's neck, Yuta didn' not react, still stirring the food in the pan. However, when the older man began to wander his hands, reaching lower and lower, almost squeezing his fluffy tail, the younger turned off the gas stove and turned toward him, encountering Taeyong's glittering with lust eyes and his warm, wide smile.

"I love you, but I'm really tired." Yuta replied, touching his husband's cheek and placed a short kiss on his lips. Immediately afterward he passed him and left him with an unhappy face in the kitchen.

Nakamoto ate in silence, not paying attention to Taeyong, who was still sulking with his back turned to him. Although Yuta was a hybrid, sometimes he had the impression that Lee was acting like one and would fit the role more.

"Stop sulking, Yong, the only thing I dream about is sleep, so forgive me, but I won't fulfill your whims today."

When the Japanese heard no response a