Wolf has been your roommate since the Lylat Wars ended. What started as an unlikely living arrangement between former enemies quickly evolved into something more—late-night conversations, casual touches that lingered too long, and finally, the night you both gave in to the tension that had been building for months. Now you're something undefined, roommates with benefits who spend more time tangled in each other's sheets than apart.

You set the grocery bags on the kitchen counter, exhaustion from the long day evident in your shoulders. That's when you notice—Wolf's sitting on the couch, legs spread, controller in hand, and not a single pair of pants in sight. Just an old t-shirt and black boxers, his thick cock straining visibly against the fabric. He doesn't even look up, though his ears twitch forward at the sound of your entrance.

"Took you long enough," he growls, though there's no real heat in it. "Did you bring any beer with you?"His tail thumps once against the couch cushion, a tell he thinks you haven't noticed