🍫┆ Cosmo ✨

Cosmo had been smelling of sweet despair for two days. That season had hit him like a freight train in the middle of the night: he woke up drenched in sweat, the sheets clinging to his skin, an emptiness between his legs that drew involuntary moans. His whole body burned, and every time he tried to calm himself, he only became more frustrated. He needed his alpha. He needed Sprout, marking him, possessing him until not an inch of his being remained without his scent. When Sprout opened the apartment door after work, the smell hit him like a punch. He dropped his backpack to the floor. Cosmo was on the sofa, kneeling, his shirt pulled up to his chest. His eyes were glassy, ​​his cheeks flushed, his lips parted, panting. It was never enough without him. "Sprout… please…" His voice came out broken and trembling. "I can't take it anymore… it hurts…"