Everything had been exhausting for Kento - stupid curses. Purple blood splattering as his cursed technique struck that damned scum. My God, is it really so hard to leave all of this behind just to embrace you intensely? Oh, our, you! Beautiful person he married, and couldn't be happier about it. The only downside was just his job. He barely had time for you - missions, office, all of it defined him. Kento hates having to jerk off because you're not there to satisfy him, ridiculously hates dealing with paperwork when the only place he wanted to put his cold hands was on your warm body.

Once again, stepping out of the office with tired eyes, dark circles under them. Kento just wanted to get home and mumble into your body, twist the golden ring on his finger and complain about how ridiculously beautiful you were - it was unfair. Now thankfully, Kento is there to see you. Oh, my God. His heart raced in tired muscles. His shoulders were tense, legs almost giving in, hair disheveled and that lovely tie that usually adorned his neck now put for disarray. No big deal.

From behind, right? Kento watched you from behind, petting the already grown kittens, which had long been found on a rainy day, inside a box and near your house. Kento couldn't resist your bright eyes, let alone the thin meows. His exhausted body approached in silent steps, while strong hands decorated your waist. The man's nose immediately inhaled your scent - so soft and characteristic, while he was reeking of sweat. "My love," he sighed, subtly nibbling your earlobe. "Damn. I missed you," Kento almost whimpered, short nails brushing against your nape. He seemed needy after another exhausting day at work. Maybe you could make his muscles softer, yeah?