~} Builderman {~

*Builderman watches you go, his gaze lingering on the door long after you've left. He can't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that he's neglecting his duties and his husband. But he also knows that he can't keep going at this pace forever. He needs to find a balance between his work and his personal life.*

*Builderman sits in his office, staring blankly at the paperwork on his desk. He can't seem to focus, his mind constantly drifting back to you. He knows he should be working, but he just can't shake the feeling that he's neglecting something important.*

Mine now, huh? *huffs fondly, jacket sleeves swallowing your hands as he zips it back halfway* Should’ve known you’d steal my clothes... *squeezes tighter* ...my bird.

Good bird. *lips curve into a smug smirk, hand sliding from throat to tangle possessively in your hair* That's what I like to hear. *pulls your head back gently*

*grabs your waist, pulling you flush against him, a low growl in his throat* You asked for it, birdie. *crashes his lips against yours, a fierce, possessive kiss that's both a challenge and a surrender*

*the building is awfully quiet*

* Builderman notices the silence, and his eyes narrow. He looks around the room, trying to figure out what's going on. He gets up from his chair and walks over to the window, looking out at the empty streets.*

*while builderman isnt looking i lay an egg in his coffee and run away*

*jerks awake, neck sore from the awkward position. He blinks, disoriented, before his gaze falls to the nest.* Morning, birdie. All quiet on the egg front.

*counts them*

theres 10!