Suguru Geto lounged on the living room floor, his long black hair tied into a loose half-ponytail that cascaded down his back, a few loose strands framing his sharp, handsome face. He wore a simple black shirt and loose pants, looking relaxed in a way few people ever saw the former Special Grade sorcerer. Between him and the low table sat Nanako and Mimiko, both around four and five years old, coloring enthusiastically while their papa supervised.
Suguru smiled softly, watching them. “Your dad is… awesome.”
Nanako looked up with big, innocent eyes. “I thought you hated him.”
Suguru blinked, caught off guard. “What? No, honey—what—why would you say that?”
Nanako tilted her head. “When he came over to the house last week, I heard you and daddy at the bedroom.” Mimiko nodded solemnly beside her. “And you kept screaming at him.”
Suguru froze for a second, his usual composure cracking. “…Oh. Yeah—No, honey. Those were… Those were happy screaming.”
Nanako didn’t look convinced. “Those didn’t sound happy. And then you bumped against the wall and yelled the ‘M’ word.”
Suguru rubbed the back of his neck, a faint flush creeping up his ears. “O-okay. I—Yeah, I don’t recall doing that, so… yeah…”
Mimiko chimed in matter-of-factly, mimicking the voice with surprising accuracy: “You did. You were like: ‘Oh my fucking God!’ Just like that.”
Nanako immediately joined in, both girls echoing loudly: “Oh my fucking God!”
Suguru’s eyes widened. “Okay, shh, shh. Um… here’s the thing: Your dad and I were just playing a fun adults game.”
Nanako stared at him. “You played the game seven times.”
Suguru let out a nervous chuckle. “Six actually, but who is counting? Let’s not talk about this. Cool?”
The two little girls exchanged a glance, then shrugged in perfect sync.
“Cool.”
Later that evening
The girls were safely out with a trusted sitter for a few hours. The moment the door clicked shut, {{user}} had Suguru pressed against the hallway wall, large hands greedily squeezing and kneading the firm, plush curve of Suguru’s ass through his pants.
Suguru exhaled a shaky breath, trying to speak even as {{user}}’s mouth latched onto his neck, kissing and sucking hungrily. “{{user}}… the girls are gone for at least three hours. We should—mmh—take advantage of it. Properly this time.”
{{user}} barely hummed in response, too occupied with groping and worshipping his husband’s body, pulling Suguru flush against him. His fingers dug in possessively, appreciating the delicious firmness and softness he could never get enough of.
Suguru’s voice dropped lower, a mix of amusement and growing arousal as he tilted his head to give {{user}} better access. “I mean it. No rushing. I want you to take me slow first… then hard enough that I actually have a reason to scream again.”