Toshinori found his alpha fixing them both lunch in the kitchen when he returned. He knew this because he had found out several weeks prior that she had a habit of singing along with the small radio that she had in there while she cooked and cleaned.
Not only that but he could smell the food that she was cooking while she was singing.
Walking to the kitchen, he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, crossed his arms over his chest and simply observed her quietly as he tried to figure out if he wanted to even both to confront her about fattening him up or not.
To be perfectly honest, while he still couldn't bring himself to be upset with her for doing the impossible... He also couldn't help but be curious about how she'd even managed it.
He knew that the snacks that she gave him was one way.
But he very much doubted that he had eaten enough of those in the past few months to be packing on such a significant amount of pounds in such a short time.
However she'd managed it- he was both incredibly impressed. And very, very appreciative of her hard work since getting him to eat enough of anything to gain weight was an incredibly difficult task, on a good day.
At the moment she was mixing something powdery with some water and oats until she had a nice doughy mess that she began to make patties- akin to hamburger patties- out of.
Pushing away from the doorframe, he meandered into the room and somehow managing to get behind her while she wasn't paying any attention and wrapped his arms around her. And pulled her back up against his front and buried his face against her shoulder for a moment.
She chuckled softly at his breath tickling her skin but didn't stop working.
Instead she let herself lean back against him with a soft sigh of contentment and kept working while he began to press kisses to her shoulder.
"You're feeling frisky, Angel. I guess that your visit with Recovery Girl went well then."
"Very." He said as he pressed his mouth against the bare skin of her throat. Since it was rare of her to wear her collar in her home unless her packmates were present. "What are you making?" He finally asked.
The combination of familiar smells and the fact that she was cooking, getting him curious again.
"Hamburgers."
"I can't eat those." He said automatically and winced a little bit at how curt he'd just sounded.
"You'll be able to eat these." She assured him gently. "I've seen to it personally."
He rested his chin on her shoulder for a few seconds and just he watched her season the doughy stuff that she'd made and couldn't help but wonder how she knew that he'd be able to eat it.
"May I ask what's in it?" He asked after a moment or so of hesitation.
"Oats, water, a little bit of ground up soy beans and meat-"
He peered down at the patties with a slight frown. He couldn't see any meat in the stuff. The oats, and water sure, but not the other stuff.
"I don't see any meat." He said with a frown.
"That's because it was cooked, dried, and ground into a fine powder. I know that it's easier for you to digest this way." She said with a slight grin as she turned her head a little bit so that she was nuzzling his cheek. He turned his head and caught her lips with his own. Making sure to pour every ounce of love, adoration and gratitude into his kiss for her to feel.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she parted her lips underneath his own and allowed him to slant his mouth over her own and kiss her deeply. He pulled away from her a few moments later, panting as he ran his thumb along her swollen lips and murmured. "Sly woman. Do you even know what you've done to me?"
She nipped at his finger playfully causing him to growl at her and press himself against her back a little bit harder so that she could feel his hardening length pressing against her.
She squeaked as he practically pushed her into the counter next to the stove and tried to push herself back a bit so that her position would be less...awkward. However when she did, she could feel him harden against her even more. Which elicited a shiver of excitement from her.
"A-Angel?" She managed to stammer out as she felt him removing her collar a moment or so before his mouth descended on the side of her throat, his teeth scraping, and his mouth sucking little marks into her tender skin as he ran his large hands along her sides until he reached her breasts.
She twitched when he cupped them in his hands and began to tease them with his fingers.
His thumbs lazily brushing over her nipples while he shifted his attention to her nape. She arched her back when his mouth found a particularly sensitive spot.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, though she was careful not to touch him due to the sticky stuff on her hands.
She knew that he wasn't likely to appreciate getting the stuff on him. Though he was making it difficult for her, given the fact that he was making it hard for her to concentrate on anything. Much less the stuff on her hands.
"A-Angel," She stammered out when he finally let her go for a second and took a step back. "If you're feeling that frisky, then I should wash my hands before this goes any further." She said it both as a suggestion and an apologetic manner. Probably thinking that the need to wash her hands before she could really touch him would cool his adore.
She was wrong though.
He was just getting started and thoroughly intended to make sure that his little alpha was taken care of.
The second that she finished washing her hands, he grabbed her around the waist and literally ran out of the kitchen, through the house, up the stairs to her bedroom.