"...no you're keeping the ice right there. Take your trousers off. And don't start with the horny comments they're getting old."

He grumbles and obeys.

"...Yamada, get more ice."

"Don't tell me what to do."

Sigh. "Yamada, Tōkan has some other swollen bits that could use some ice."

"Twisting your words around doesn't make it not telling me what to do."

But he does grab the ice because he does in fact love his boyfriend.

"Is he always like this?"

"A bit."

"You must have a fun domestic life."

"It helps that I find it endlessly endearing and that it fills me with fondness."

"...uh huh."

"Also to be perfectly fair he's less bitey towards me than towards you. Except—"

"What did I just say about horny comments."

"I'm kind of excited about the idea of both of you fucking me at the same time, okay, my mind's going places!"

"I didn't actually say I was going along with this idea."

"Aren't you?"

"I am but I didn't say so."

"I am a very lucky alpha."

"Wonder if I'd have more of a chance if I bit your head off for innocuous comments every now and then."

"You don't have the personality to go with it."

"No, I guess I don't."

And here's the ice.

"Thank you, Yamada."

"Hm."

Back to figuring out what food can be made with the contents of Tōkan's kitchen.

"I assume you do your mind-reading thing to properly communicate."