"You're feverish, so stop being stubborn and rest." Lars sighs, looking at Arthur who was groggily trying to work on some leftover papers. His scent was dampened, signifying sickness- which it seemed only he himself didn't notice.
"I still have work to do, you worry too much Tulips." Arthur mutters, waving his hand best he could in dismissal.
"Nonsense, you're sleeping right now," Lars says flatly- omega or not, he was still a good deal taller than Arthur and could pick him up if he wanted. The shorter man squirms, opening his mouth to protest- which are swallowed by lips meeting his own. "There. Found a way to shut you up.
