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Akihito was in penthouse kitchen with his client trying to take a picture of him. But failing miserably. “Damn this shouldn’t be this hard”, fumed Akihito mentally. He was a photographer, a really good one too. But yet for some reason this particular client was not falling for his tricks.
The client just kept staring at him with wide golden eyes with his mouth set in a neutral line. “This is ridiculous”. “Why won`t you smile for me”. Akihito threw his hands into the air out of desperation. The client was apparently amused with the gesture and started to giggle. The perfect picture, Akihito thought.
Akihito was in the middle of the client and his tripod camera began to rapidly move back to the camera in order to capture the moment before the client stopped laughing. “Hold it, c’mon hold the pose for mommy.
C’mon be a good sport and keep on laughing”, he desperately said to his baby (a bit too loud). The baby hearing the sudden rise of tone became startled and started to cry. As soon as Akihito reach the camera, his baby was full of tears.
Akihito signed knowing that the sound would awaken the bastard (not that he would ever say that name in front of their baby). He walked quickly to the prop that his baby was in and gently picked up the now screaming baby and rocked him. But it was of no use, the baby started to throw a fit worthy of recognition by his peers.
Our baby is so grumpy just like his father, Akihito thought. “Ryuunosuke, why are you crying? Mommy is just trying to take a picture of you to send to grandma”, pleaded Akihito. Akihito groaned internally when he heard the bedroom door open. He peered to the clock on his left and realized that the bastard was up two hours early.
He so did not need this today. “Why is he crying” the deep voice asked. The baby began to quiet down in the face of his intimidating father. Glad I`m not the only one who react that way thought Akihito. Akihito turned around and glared,” I was just trying to take a picture of him smiling when he started crying”.
Strong muscled arms gently wrapped around Akihito and his son. “Maybe he is hungry, when was the last time you fed him.” “Twelve”. “It is now 2 baby, maybe he needs another feeding”. Akihito was desperate for the crying to stop so he could resume trying to make the baby smiling. Asami guided them to the couch in the living room and carefully placed his lover with their baby on a seat.
Akihito lift up his shirt and guided the wailing baby to his nipples. It only took a second for the baby to quiet down and latch on. Akihito couldn’t believe it. “I just fed him two hours ago and that for like 30 minutes. My god, he is as insatiable as you”.
Asami smirked “We Asami men are never satisfied.” He looked lovingly at his lover and son.