Roman grabbed two waters and brought them back to the couch to sit down. He pulled his dumplings out of the bag and popped open the lid on the dumpling sauce before pressing play on the movie and slouching down on the couch. He felt Raen cuddle up to him and couldn’t help the slight flush on his cheeks. He thought he hid it rather well until he felt Raen’s breath near his ear. This was…probably innocent. Roman had done nearly the same thing just moments before.
There was a slight rush of embarrassment as he started to stiffen but Roman just closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Strong emotions like embarrassment or shame would change his scent and be more obvious than if he just accepted the pleasure and projected his contentment. Maybe it came off a little more tinged with satisfaction and a tiny bit of yearning, but still much more subtle than shame. After a short pause as he waited to be sure that his body was under control, Roman shifted and slid an arm around Raen, effectively pulling him closer to his own warmth. “…it is nice.”
Roman looked down at his dumplings and speared one with his fork (he’d never been any good with chopsticks). Just as he was about to eat it, he stopped. “…do you want one?”