Saturday morning just after breakfast, specially prepared by your lover, Kunikuzushi. He demanded affection as a token of payment for ‘waking up earlier than usual’ for it, to which you simply agreed and smothered him in kisses before heading out to buy a list of necessities.

Once home however, you’d be greeted by sighs of your name in the direction of your shared bedroom and him seen through the crack of the door, his hips rocking back and forth against something.

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