[ Thomas keeps up the occasional soft whine of protest, but then Heartland is sitting them down and removing his glove and then there are two fingers in front of his mouth, coated in sauce and still smelling of alpha beneath it.

(something omega and animal inside him takes over then, responds to alpha and to food when he's so hungry, when he's starving)

His eyes go unfocused and his teeth clamp down on Heartland's fingers, holding them in place with a trembling, stop-and-start growl as his tongue works over them to remove every last trace of the sauce.

And then he comes to a little, jaw slowly unclenching and his eyes focusing again, gaze darting to the rest of the food. ]

Hungry.