Primo is cooking in the kitchen as he deemed it fully stocked with food, thanks to the caretaker who manages to buy some groceries at the very last minute. He kinds of forgets to remind the old man that he and his mate will be arriving tonight.

Nigel is trying to help him while stealing kisses from the Alpha here and there. Until Primo instructs him to get a shower and be ready for dinner. In which the Omega pouts as he stomps his feet towards the bathroom.

The Alpha chuckles at the Omega's antics before shaking his head and continues cooking their meals. While being with his cousin on the last few days of cracking as to why Alfred planned this shitty thing, he thinks of different dishes he will prepare for this special night.

With the help of his not-so-fancy cousin named Drax, he come sup with three meals and one desert. The first meal is a garlic butter steak. Drax told him to buy a ribeye steak, 2 inches thick, preferably a USDA prime.

It is so specific that Primo thinks that Drax was a cook before he was adopted to the Santoro. But the older denied it while chuckling at how stupid Primo's question was.

The steak is cut into a half inch strips and plates with mashed potato, three asparagus and some other vegetables as the sides.

Since Nigel is never a fan of salads, Primo bought seafoods, specifically lobster tails. Baked to perfection and plates with a giant broccoli, he moved in cooking the scallops potatoes before going straight to molten lava brownie.

If Nigel will not be stuffed after this dinner, Primo will be amazed.

Meanwhile, Nigel had finished showering and is standing by himself in the shared bedroom of the cabin, arms crossed almost defiantly over his chest as he stares at himself in front of the tall mirror next to the closet.

He wriggles his toes in the long white socks that stretches over his muscled calves and up to his slim thighs. The white fabric that has a startling contrast to the lightly tanned skin there, feeling restless and embarrassed at what Alliana picked for him at the lingerie store.

"Why did I even allowed my sister to buy me this shit?"

He pauses, before grumbling words under his breath. For all he knows, he wants for the Alpha to see him like this as well. He stops from what he is doing and grabs clothes to cover everything up.

But unfortunately, before he can even do that, the Alpha opens the door and sees him wearing a pajama that has cute bears, decorating it. But what is more shocking for Primo is the lace panties that the older is wearing.

"A-Alpha…"

***

Locked doors and open windows, the moon gives off the light to the small cabin as Primo thinks if he is dreaming right now or his Omega is wearing this lacy lingerie for him.

"A-Alpha… I-… Please don't look—I will just—Hngh…"

Primo continues to stare at the blond Omega as he gulps at how beautiful Nigel is looking right now. But the staring gives Nigel an off feeling that he is thinking now that he messed up the surprise that he is supposed to show Primo after dinner.

"I didn't know, desert should be eaten first before the main dish."

Nigel blushes at the statement coming from the Alpha. He holds the hem of the shirt that he is wearing and looks at the Alpha in the eyes. Ocean blue eyes staring back at him as he bites back a moan at how the Alpha looks hot right now.

Slowly, with a newfound courage from the gazes that the Alpha is giving him, Nigel walks up to the Alpha, dropping the pajamas to the ground and leans his head against the broad chest that the Alpha has.

"A-Alpha… I—"

The black haired Alpha smirks as he playfully nips the skin under his ear, an act that makes the older of the two arches his back ever so slightly. Primo begins to leave a trail of soft kisses down his neck.

He holds the small of Nigel's back under his palms, keeping their bodies together as he turns to face his back to the bed and sits down on the edge, coaxing the blond Omega onto his lap.

Tilting his head, Primo kisses up his neck, pausing for a moment to suck gently on his bobbing Adam's apple before following the curve of his jaw to his ear and backs down to his chin, eventually finding the lips that are parted and inviting.

Nigel sighs into his mouth, breathing in sharply through his nose when Primo finally kisses him again, eagerly sinking into his touch as his hands begins to tug on his shirt and lift it up.

Lips rub together, overlapping as teeth knock softly and tongues glide in a kiss that became more heated by the second. Carefully, the black haired Alpha leans back and tilts his body to roll and lay the blond Omega under him.

Nigel leans his elbows into the mattress and the springs creak when he crawls backwards on it to lay closer to the center, with the Alpha following above him and trying to remove his shirt with far greater intent.

With the free shirt and toss off the bed, Primo sits upright to take a moment and appreciates the sight before him, as he often does.

With a soft touch, he drags his palms down his neck and over his chest to slide them down his slender but firm waist, smirking to himself at the way the Omega arches his back and follows the movement, his hips sliding on the bedspread under them both in the process.

Nigel rolls his hips forward a second time when the Alpha's fingers hook under the hem of the loose shirt, his fingers grazing against the lace fabric beneath.

Nigel's face remains a red flush of embarrassment, his lips purse nervously as he grips the sheets under him with closed fists until his knuckles whitened.

Primo pauses at his reaction, hesitant if it is alright for him to proceed, but when the blond Omega shifts his hips once more, a slight twitch, a subtle buck upward, his smirk returns a little.

The Alpha drags out the reveal, mostly for his own excitement, and to relishing in the way Nigel squirms shyly.

With the jeans discards somewhere beyond the bed with his shirt, the Alpha sits back and looks down at him, eyes suddenly full of hunger as he bites down on his lower lip, indulging in the sight.

"Oh, fuck the food. I will just eat you."

"Wha—Wait! ALPHA!"