Roman was tempted to help, but figured Raen wanted the time to himself so he sat in the living room and absorbed the smells until Raen told him breakfast was ready. He knew he was sending out smells of contentment but he couldn’t help it. A small tinge of Raen’s arousal persisted just underneath the smell of eggs and baked beans and his om- favorite person was cooking for him, so his beast was pleased all around.
Letting Raen control the conversation seemed like the smart thing to do. It seemed like every time Roman opened his mouth, he was making Raen uncomfortable. “I don’t go in til eight. It doesn’t get busy until then.” Roman almost opened his mouth to tell him that he’d need to be ready by seven so Roman could have time to scent him in time for both to walk to the club, but he stopped because just the thought had made him start to harden.
“Stores sound good. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” Again, Roman almost asked him if he could scent him before going outside of the apartment at all but he knew that wasn’t necessary or appropriate. Who knows, maybe being out in the city air would distract from how good Raen smelled and how much better he would smell with Roman all over him.