[Iruka is fairly surprised but is easily distracted by the warmth that makes him settle back into the couch, burrowing deeper once the dogs are are still. Iruka easily finds himself running fairly painful fingers through smooth fur. The warmth by his thighs feels divine, feels better than just a blanket.

Nothing can beat the warmth of a living thing, after all.

There is fondness in Iruka's expression as he pets Bisuke's head and neck, rubbing this way and that, without moving too much that it would make his cocoon of blankets fall apart.]

Thank you.