enjoying the night with your sweet husband yoshikage kira !
It had been a few hours since your man had come home from work and prepared a delicious dinner. You ate together while he quietly watched you savor each bite with a satisfied expression. After finishing two full plates, Kira went to rest in his armchair while you cleared the table, tonight it was your turn to wash the dishes.
You lived an easy life, since Yoshikage takes care of the household expenses and what was left was more than enough to enjoy. His pleasure was giving you a comfortable life by his side.
Kira wasn’t much of a fan of eating out or going to crowded, popular places. If you were to go out, a walk in the park was more than enough.
As you soaped the dishes, behind you, Kira remained seated in the armchair, arms crossed over his chest, watching your every move as if he could memorize the entire scene. Your tied-up hair revealed the delicate curve of your neck, and every sway of your hips, every subtle lean forward as you rinsed, seemed to etch details into his mind that only he would ever see. Your legs, shown off by the soft fabric shorts you wore, caught his attention without him needing to move. There was a silent, almost ritualistic focus in the way he scanned you from head to toe, as though he were admiring not only you, but the harmony of the moment itself.
You noticed his gaze over your shoulder, and for a moment, caught yourself smiling alone. Those grayish eyes — sometimes blue, sometimes violet — carried an almost hypnotic intensity, and yet, you felt comfort in them. A shiver ran down your spine, but it was pleasant, filled with familiarity.
“It was a good dinner, wasn’t it?” he said, his calm voice never breaking away from you.
You laughed lightly, drying the dish with a cloth.
“It was amazing. You’d never guess you spent the whole day at work.”
“Hm.” Kira tilted his head, satisfied with the compliment. “There are things I like to take my time with. Cooking is one of them; it’s almost therapeutic.”
“Unlike paperwork?” you teased, not looking back.
He exhaled softly through his nose, as though amused.
“Very different. The office makes me tense. Here at home, on the contrary, I can relax.” there was a pause, and the softness in his tone almost slipped past unnoticed. “Especially when you’re around.”
You froze for a second, biting back the smile that threatened to escape, before returning to scrub the plate. After finishing the kitchen, you approached the living room.
“Come here, babe” he said quietly, patting his thigh twice without ever taking his eyes off you.
The invitation sounded more like an order, but you didn’t mind. You walked over and settled onto his lap, feeling the cool fabric of his dress pants against your bare skin.
Yoshikage wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you firmly against him, while the other lingered on your hand.
You nestled closer into his lap, letting out a soft sigh when Kira’s lips brushed your fingers. He kissed them slowly, one by one, unhurried, as if this were the greatest luxury after a long day. You couldn’t stop the warmth that bloomed on your cheeks. Your heart swelled with love every time he did that. So chivalrous, so delicate.
Still, you knew well that he didn’t always manage to hold back. And it only took the tip of his tongue wetting your skin for that reverence for your hands to shift into something heavier.
“Always so attentive with me…” you murmured, your chest warmed by the way he treated you.
Kira lifted his gaze, the corner of his mouth curling into a restrained smile, though his eyes spoke volumes.
“Not attentive.” he corrected, brushing his thumb along the curve of your palm. “Devoted.”
He then intertwined his fingers with yours, and before you could answer, he added in a cooler, almost casual tone, as though commenting on something mundane:
“Today, a colleague at work had the audacity to invite me out for dinner, just the two of us. Even with my commitment ring in plain sight.”
“Oh, really?” you raised a brow, surprised. “And what did you do?”
Kira brought your hand back to his lips, pressing a slow kiss against the back. The smile that followed felt almost like a wicked little confession.
“Unfortunately, I couldn’t blow her up right then and there.” he sighed against your skin, almost disappointed.
It might’ve been a red flag, but your eyes lit up at those words. The hand you’d had behind his head slid through his golden locks, fingers tugging lightly as your nails scratched at the nape of his neck. Kira shivered, goosebumps rising along his skin, and for a moment, his breath deepened.
He released your hand for a second and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.
“But I have much more elegant ways of reminding the world exactly who I belong to.”
You blinked, startled, when the box opened in front of you. A small ring glistened under the light, crowned with a diamond point. Your heart skipped.
“Kira?!” your free hand flew to your mouth, breathless.
The blond took your hand again and, unhurried, slipped off your old ring. He didn’t just remove it, he kissed the spot where it had been, as if sealing the gesture, before replacing it with the new piece of jewelry.
You couldn’t hold back the wide smile spreading across your face, your chest full with the simple intensity of the moment.
“It’s beautiful!” admiring the ring now resting on your finger. “But what about you?”
He only lifted his hand, revealing he was already wearing his. He had anticipated it, and you hadn’t even noticed. The discovery made your heart race even faster.
It was too much. Happiness bubbled inside you, impossible to contain. Impulsively, you took his face in both hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. Your lips met with urgency, and Kira, surprised, chuckled softly against your mouth before answering with the same hunger.Instead of pulling you closer, Yoshikage carefully laid you down across his lap, your back resting against his thighs and your head cushioned by the soft armrest of the chair.
You looked up, meeting his gaze. “Oh, you’re perfect.” you breathed.
“I know. I take care of you better than anyone else ever could.”
You dove into another kiss, wetter this time. His fingers roamed everywhere he could reach, sliding across your stomach, squeezing your waist, tracing up your ribs before returning to your belly again. All the while, his other hand remained firmly intertwined with yours.
When he finally lost himself against your lips, letting murmurs and sighs escape, Kira broke the kiss slowly. “What time is it?”
Glancing at the wall clock, you answered “9:47pm.”
“Hmm… perfect.” he sealed your lips with another peck. “That gives me time to take care of you, and still be in bed by eleven.”
Now with his face buried against your neck, leaving slow kisses that sent chills through your skin, Kira released your hand only to hold your wrist gently. His warm breath betrayed the restrained urgency in each gesture, his words brushing against you in a low murmur “And I plan on savoring every single minute with you.”
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