Bro-Cronus (flushed): Voorpret (Dutch), Literally "Pre-Fun," The Sense Of Enjoyment A Person Feels Before An Event Actually Takes Place
Warning for vague discussion of sexual situations, and a very light dom/sub dynamic in this story
He's bouncing off the walls and working himself up into a state and it isn't even afternoon yet. You can only handle so long watching him start chores only to move on to something new before they're half done, or pick up new books only to put them down again two minutes later. When you ask him what he's doing he says he's cleaning the house, but you're pretty sure he's leaving things considerably messier than when he started. After perhaps an hour you officially can't deal with it anymore and call him over to the… multi-person cushioned seating surface? He laughs and corrects you to elongated seating platform, but he wants to call it a couch, and sits down next to you.
He's fidgeting in place as you do your best to make small talk, and his eyes keep jumping between your face and your hands, and every time you move towards him, his fins flush violet. Finally, you take him (gently) by the scruff of his neck. He shivers happily but freezes, watching you and taking shallow breaths.
"Cronus. Bro. You okay, man?"
"Yeah," he sighs. "Yeah, I'm great. I'm perfect. I'm just excited. I'm ready. For—For tonight, you know?"
You grin, because yeah, you know. "Still gotta keep it cool, dude." You let your grip tighten, just a bit. "You're gonna wear yourself out this way, and what am I supposed to do with myself then?"
He's smiling up at you in that worshipful way that makes your stomach do fucking flips, and the blush is spreading from his fins to his face. "You're looking forward to it too? I mean, I know you musta already gotten so much action. With, like. Other people, y'know, but-"
"Haha, what do you think? I promise I'm just as excited about this as you are. But bro, that's strictly business for tonight. I promised you the best date night of your life first, and you're gonna feel like a goddamn princess by the time we get back to the house. I even called the restaurant up, and once I started talking about xeno-prejudice and lawsuits, they finally agreed to serve you up one steak sans cooking. You get the genuine five-star human dining experience, minus food that'll make you gag."
His eyes are shining, and when you let go of his neck he leans in against your chest. "You're the best. The actual best. Did I ever tell you that?"
You laugh. "I could stand to hear it more often."
"And after we get back? Tell me about that."
"No can do, bro. That part is strictly a surprise." So are the musicians that are going to serenade your dinner table, but he'll find out about that part when it happens. You weren't kidding about making him feel like a princess. "Anticipation is part of the game."
He wriggles around so he can give you his saddest, most pathetic look. "Please?"
"Non-negotiable, man." You flip up your shades so he can see your face and slip a possessive arm around his waist. "I can promise that you're going to love it."
You're ready to tease him about this for hours, but when he grabs your collar and yanks you down into a sharp, toothy kiss, you think the conversation just might be over.