“Just one more,” you mewl.
Sae has to leave. It’s past the point of him responsibly leaving, to now, where there’s no choice of him having to leave now, if he wants any chance of making it to practice on time.
But you, however, are seemingly far from getting your Itoshi Sae fix, not wanting to be far from him at all: you whimpered and whined when he got up for his run, you snuck into his shower with him, you looped your arms around his waist while he made his lunch, now you’ve got his face gripped in your hands, sponging kisses over him.
At first, sure, he loved the attention.
But Itoshi Sae has to leave. Four minutes ago.
“Hey,” he sighs softly, trying to push your shoulders back to peel you off of him. “You know I have to go. Don’t make this harder for me.”
“You don’t have to go,” you say simply. “You and I can just be hermits forever, hide here for the rest of our lives and cuddle forever.”
Tempting. Not that he’d ever tell you that.
“Don’t you want to stay here forever with me?”
He clicks his tongue, “you know I absolutely would if I could. But,” he makes a move to step away, and you whine and squeeze tighter. “I have to go. Then, when I come home, I’ll be able to tell you all about my day while we lay down. You like that.”
“I know I do, but,” you peer up at him with your lethal pout, “I like you being here more.”
Sae looks at the clock on the stove. Then back at you. Then he sighs and leans down to steal another kiss from you, slotting your lips with his. They move in harmony, eliciting small pants from you, and his hand cradles the back of your head lovingly. You mewl and rest your hands on his hips, letting the few seconds of heaven be savored between you.
When he finally pulls away, you’re smiling dopily, giddily, and Sae knows he hit the nail on the head.
You’d wanted a goodbye kiss. Sae always knows what you want from him, and in the morning, it just so happens to be a firm, loving, assuring goodbye kiss.
“Okay,” you purr, letting your hands roam over his back, compliant and melted in his arms. “You can go now. I’m happy.”
“You’re done with me?” He asks.
“Yeah, until tonight anyways,” you hum, kissing his chin. “Better go before I change my mind.”
He cracks a smirk, “you’re a real piece of work, you know that right?”
“What can I say?” You sigh dramatically. “I know how much you love a challenge.”
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