:*: (!-18+ only, smut) In a satin robe, you run across the room headed straight for the couch. Miya Osamu, light of your life, is lounging on top of it curiously flicking through a new book of international cuisine before you leap and land your heated straddle on top of his pelvis causing the book to go flying. It hits the floor and at the exact moment the sound of its impact echoes through the room, you slam your lips on to his, creating an almost comical, surprising sound effect for your kiss. — "FUCK ME, SAMU." You moan deeply with playful exuberance. But you are dead serious. You shadow desperate breath over him, your arms slide under his shoulder blades, descending your chest onto his and your tits pool on the surface. His eyes become more softly lidded than usual as he exhales and grins widely, moving through the smile with an arousing kiss on your velvet lips, a slight chuckle expelling through it. Leaning in more as he works his hot tongue on to yours, he brings up his hands to cover both of your closed eyes for a moment before fingers stream lightly down the sides of your cheeks. Those big hands end up in a cup around your face with the tips then lightly grazing along your jawlines, a suck continuing on the bottom lip, sending eruptive shivers throughout your entire electric body.
When he pulls away, his voice is a heavy amber honey in your ear, "I was about to make dinner for you, baby, I've got such a creative dish planned..."
You let out a subtle whine, falling over the side of the sofa a bit, with just a tiny pout.
"...but don't worry, luv", he grabs your ass firmly and upward, allowing the feeling of Samu's midway stiffness from within his pants to impress into the dip of your desiring little hump, "...once I'm done nourishing you, I'll make it worth the wait and we can have each other for dessert."
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