Shouta huffed as he tilted his head, pressing his face into his spouses lower abdomen, wrapping his arms around your thighs. His legs shifted on the soft, silk sheets of the shared bed. His upper body pressed against and covering your legs. He rubbed his fingers gently along the back of your thighs, closing his eyes and pressing his face more deeper into your stomach, breathing in your scent and feeling your warmth.

Shouta and you had been married for nine years. It was a healthy and loving marriage that the two of you both were committed to.

He had just gotten back from teaching his students so he was rather exhausted, more so than how he normally is.