It took 60 seconds for Atsumu to regret his decision to put Kiyoomi in charge of the instructions.
Maybe it was the way Atsumu sliced right through the cardboard box without any regard for falling dusty debris;
"Mm...Atsumu...push it to the left. More."
Atsumu lost count of the number of times he had moved that bookshelf. Three? Five? Twenty?
"Wait...actually, move it to the corner over there."
Twenty-one.
He knew his mate was particular.
It took 60 seconds for Atsumu to regret his decision to put Kiyoomi in charge of the instructions.
Maybe it was the way Atsumu sliced right through the cardboard box without any regard for falling dusty debris;
kiyoomi nods, nose nuzzling into atsumu’s neck to smell his scent. “i’ll clean it later.” because right now he just wants to stay in atsumu’s arms. HIS alpha’s arms, forever.
//omega omi supremacy! pregomi supremacy!
kiyoomi nods, nose nuzzling into atsumu’s neck to smell his scent. “i’ll clean it later.” because right now he just wants to stay in atsumu’s arms. HIS alpha’s arms, forever.
//omega omi supremacy! pregomi supremacy!
cw/ mpreg
PREGOMI COMM BY OLIVE
cw/ mpreg
PREGOMI COMM BY OLIVE