Svendak 2016 special olmypics writin week

"Oh shelvarleaf, I'm home!" boomed Sendak as he stepped through the door of his comfortable 3 bedroom apartment on Galra Enjoyable Planet #52. Grabbing a hold of the wall with his prosthetic arm and stepping back so he had enough energy beam slack, Sendak began removing his coat. Because how the fuck would he get a suit coat off with that arm, or any shirt really. Sighing wearily, Sendak shook his head as he contemplated the day's affairs. RobertAtkinDown's-kun was out all week so Sendak was dealing with considerably more problems than usual at the office. Haggar in HR was stinking up the office with her stupid incense, the new sales rep Lotor kept flirting with all the interns and Zarkon was breathing down his neck about the latest star system subjugation.
   All of Sendak's stress began to melt away as he stepped into the kitchen, greeted by the smell of his favorite home cooked meal. You know, fruits and like some sort of bug meat. That's what bats eat and otherwise he's getting a plate of space goo-tempura. Anyway, he walks in the kitchen and his spirits have already begun to lift. However his heart soars when his eye lands on the most beautiful sight ever. His wonderful wife (male) was in a black tank-top, loose sweatpants and a cute pink apron. Naked apron is nice but after the third time it hurts like a bitch when the pan pops a bit and your titties just don't feel comfortable. At least that's what his wifebando said when the honeymoon ended. Still, seeing his perfect Shiro in the perfect role of a loving caretaker gave him a perfect half-chub.
  Shiro must have not heard Sendak when he came home due to the space fans being turned up so high. This gave Sendak a great opportunity to pounce that he couldn't resist. Tip toeing on his cute bat feet, Sendak stealthily approached his wife. Shiro was concentrated solely on the dish in front of him. Sendak maintained his slow but sure pace since it allowed him to watch the muscles of Shiro's back as he worked. Those broad shoulders shifted as he reached for space olive oil and those delicious traps bunched as he twisted off the bottle top. Sendak reached deep down into his resolve to resist glancing at his husband's hypnotizing bubble butt, othwerise he'd never make it across the kitchen. Once Shiro no longer had anything glass or connected to a hot stove in his hand, Sendak surged forward. Snaking his arms under Shiro's, Sendak began a merciless titty grope. Meanwhile, the bat cat man closed the gap between his very tented work pants and his waifu's well filled out sweatpants. A few more squeezes of that glorious breast meat were all Sendak could bare before leaning his fluffy chin onto Shiro's shoulder. "Whatcha cookin, good lookin?" rumbled Sendak, hoping his research of ancient human mating rituals was paying off. Shiro merely rolled his eyes and continued to work on the dish he had been watching. Sendak couldn't help the small growl that built up in his throat as his mate ignored him. Deciding to act on his impulses, Sendak started to kiss his partner's neck, only to turn those sweet pecks into gentle bites and nips. His skunk haired slut wife instinctively moans as he feels those fangs leave a trail of marks across his thicc neck. Goddamn the subject verb agreement is fucked in this, damn homo stories. Skunkbando acknowledges his husband finally by remarking "You're fesity tonight, how was work?" before letting out another low moan. A strong furry arm gripped Shiro by the waist and pulled him in close as Sendak growled "Doesn't matter, I just need you right now" until he was interrupted by a sharp tug of his fluffy ear. A bright fuschia pulsing hand gripped Sendak's ear which was followed by a sour looking Shiro scowl. Short but effective tugs punctuated each next word "I spent the last two space hours figuring this dish out, there's no way in Quiznak it's getting burned because you can't keep it in your pants". The last part was met with a release of Sendak's ear and a swift, passionate kiss. Shiro turned back around to face the oven and went back to work. "Now, my hard working man is going to enjoy his dinner properly. And then", Shiro slowly started to grind against Sendak's very neglected spaceboner, "he's going to enjoy every. Single. Bite. Of his dessert~". Sendak bit his lip to stifle the groan coming from his chest as Shiro punctuated the last part with a sultry look from over his shoulder. Sendak realized that truly, Shiro was best girl. But Pidge, Allura, Keith, Hunk and Lance would be fine too. I forgot Coran, damnit.