The room was dim, the curtains drawn shut, hiding away the city lights. Your shirt was already discarded somewhere on the floor, Kino’s larger frame hovering above you, his lips feverishly trailing across your skin. His hands roamed your body with a mix of gentleness and urgency, fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver.

Just when Kino leaned down to capture your lips again, your phone lit up on the nightstand. The familiar ringtone made your eyes widen.

“Shit—it’s Emily,” you whispered, trying to reach for the phone.

But Kino smirked, catching your wrist, pinning you down with a teasing glint in his golden eyes. “Relax, gorgeous. I’ll take it.”

Before you could argue, Kino snatched the phone, pressing it to his ear while his other hand slid down your side, keeping you arching beneath him.

“Hey, sweetie,” Kino greeted warmly, his tone instantly switching into the friendly, playful uncle Emily knew.

You bit your lip hard, stifling a moan as his hand traced lower, his touch maddeningly slow.

“Hello Uncle Kino,” Emily chirped through the speaker. “My dad is not home!”

Kino’s lips curled into a sly grin as he met your desperate eyes, voice dripping with double meaning. “I know.”

You muffled a gasp by sinking your teeth into his neck