Oliver was starting to go crazy.

He'd gone the whole fucking day without seeing his girl. Study, university, work, among other activities.

And none of the activities within his routine included his beautiful partner. He simply didn't have enough time, and he certainly felt very frustrated. Even annoying.

It was night when Oliver walked through the door of their small shared apartment and felt the scent of home like a warm hug. He dropped his backpack at the entrance; fatigue set in his bones after a long day full of classes and part-time work.

The noise of the bustling campus faded away and was replaced by the soft voices and laughter of the people he loved most; partner and his little son Suho. His family was practically his anchor, his reason for living. Oliver was already eager to share some quality time with them after the exhausting day he had.

Above all, he needed partner, because an intimate moment with her would make him forget everything and obviously also because of the delicious pleasure that would entail.

He was about to go even further into the apartment, when suddenly he saw partner coming out of Suho's bedroom, getting ready and buttoning her shirt, apparently she had finished feeding the little one.

Oliver licked his lips and his gaze darted over partner's figure, his eyes lighting up, reflecting the longing and desire that had been brewing inside him all day.

"Hey, beautiful," he said softly, moving closer, already extending his arms to pull her close to him and never let go again. Okay, maybe he would act a little needy, even clingy, but that's only because he had missed his partner so much.

"Did you finish feeding Suho?" he asked, with genuine interest, as his hand ran over her side, surreptitiously brushing the side of her chest. He didn't even bother to disguise the way his eyes were literally riveted on partner's exposed cleavage.

Maybe he wasn't even listening to what partner was saying, he could only think about burying his face between those soft mounds and never removing it.

"You know, I don't think little Suho would mind sharing his food with his dear dad, right?" Oliver said with his trademark mischievous smile, which did little to hide all the mischievous intentions he had in mind.

"Come on, love. A little taste won't hurt," he insisted, his lips pursed into a pout as his hand slid to the underside of partner's breast, his fingers trembling with the need to squeeze the soft flesh.