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Tired eyes open as your keys jiggle in the lock, doors swinging open just a second after. “I’m home,” you call softly, voice clearly just as tired as his. Frowning at the haphazardly discarded pair of shoes that your lover left behind when he came home, you put them next to your neatly placed heels. Shopping bags in hand you poke your head into the living room and find your lover exactly where you expected him to be. Tired from the long days at the salon, Atsushi has taken up the habit of plopping down on the couch right after he comes home to recharge his exhausted mind. You usually get home a little bit later than him, so by the time you turn your house key in the lock, your lover is just about ready to get up and cling to you for the rest of the evening.
“I brought food love, come eat,” you tell the motionless blob of fiery hair that’s sprawled across your cushions. “Mhmmm.” You get a soft hum in response. “I’ll eat later…” Knowing that he’s even more stubborn than usual when he’s tired, you only nod to yourself and make your way to the kitchen. Busying yourself with the food for a bit, you put everything away into the fridge since you’re not that hungry either. Maybe you could rope your husband into taking a short nap with you and eat afterwards. Food doesn’t taste the same when you don’t see him stuff his little hamster cheeks in front of you anyway. You’ve grown quite fond of your shared meal times after all.
“You didn’t even welcome me home, how am I supposed to feel about that?” You hum in feigned disappointment as you lean over the boy after returning to the living room, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Sorry baby,” he groans, opening his eyes lazily and draping an arm around your shoulders. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you chuckle, melting into the soft kiss he gives you as a ‘welcome home’ gift. With little to no protest from the red-head, you settle on the sofa with Atsushi’s head in your lap.
Taking a whiff of your scent, a sweet smile pulls at the man’s cheeks as a comforting sense of warmth spreads throughout his body.
“Bad day?” You start unwinding the little knot of stress and exhaustion that is currently your husband. “Yeah,” he leans into your touch as you caress his head. “Wanna tell me about it?” “We had a pretty difficult customer today…” He holds onto your wrist as you cup his cheek, his pretty irises looking up at you as he proceeds to tell you about his day.
“He got a haircut last week… Can you imagine he came to the salon today and demanded a refund?” A soft nod from you is all he needs to know you’re listening. Your free hand moves to his carefully styled hair, his red locks tousled and poking out in different directions now, the picture making you smile when you compare it to the way he looks when he leaves the house in the morning. Even though his hairstyles have long since changed from the obnoxious pompadour he used to wear when you two were much younger, he still uses pins to keep the long locks out of his face every now and then. Slowly, you run your fingers through the red strands, finding the pins and pulling them out one by one.
“It’s not my fault he didn’t listen to me… of course the bleached hair turned blue…” The man stops and lets out a relaxed sigh as you work your fingers against his tense scalp. “Even told me I cut it wrong…” He mumbles. “The… audacity…” Turning mushy under your hands, he grows silent, enjoying your touch and the proximity between you two.
Knowing how much he loves it when you play with his hair, you’re not the least bit surprised at the soft moan that comes out of his mouth.
Instead of stopping, you scrape your nails along his skin and make him shudder in delight. Your other hand slips out from between his fingers and traces his chin, smoothing along his jawline and moving down to his neck. With a warm palm against his skin, your touch slips beneath the fabric of his shirt, caressing and kneading his tense muscles.
Content soon morphs into arousal. While your touch grows more confident and bolder, his voice gets a little louder, needier. Atsushi rests a hand over his face, muffling his sounds. The softest shade of red dusts over his cheeks and the tip of his ears, the man being a little embarrassed at the way you manage to make him feel simply with a couple of soft touches.
“Don’t cover your mouth, I like the sounds you make.” Addictive and sweet like honey, your voice makes him visibly more flustered, his pants growing tighter as you pull his hand away from his face. Atsushi’s body shifts, thighs pressing together as you fumble with the top button of his shirt.
“Weren’t you tired?”
“Just a little bit,” there’s a gentle sort of dare in his voice, his facial expression teetering on the line between a smile and a smirk. “I’m never too tired when it comes to you…” You chuckle at the way he urges your fingers to move and undo the button, his grip on your hand positively needy.
“You just want mommy to pamper you,” you slip the buttons out from the holes on his shirt one by one. “And what if I do? Maybe I really need some pampering today…” Tightening his hold on your hand, he drags your touch down his body, pushing it between his legs. “So… help me mommy?” The subtle grind of his hips against your palm is a stark contrast to the almost innocent look on his flustered face.
“Well my little boy was good today… and he did have a hard time at work… even though he didn’t greet me when mommy came home…”
“I’m sorry mommy,” he says, kissing the hand that was previously tangled in his hair. “Are you?” Teasingly, you press your hand against his cock, caressing him through the fabric. “Yes…”
“Sit up.” Disentangling his hands from yours, your lover follows your order and crawls into your lap. You slip your hand beneath his shirt and run your fingertips over his skin. Soon enough your palm comes to rest against the small of his back, tracing the column of his spine. “I like it when you touch me there,” he mumbles, leaning into the touch. “I know baby, mommy knows your body like the back of her hand sweetheart.”
His hands come up to cup your cheeks, lips claiming yours as he presses himself against your chest. Your hands grab onto his hip, limiting his desperate movements to slow grinds as you work away at his mouth.
“Open up, I want to taste you.” Your husband wraps his arms around your neck as he obediently opens his mouth, inviting your tongue in. “Good boy.” Undoing the rest of his shirt buttons, you slide it down his arms, the fabric pooling at his wrists as it hangs loosely from his body. A thin string of saliva connects your lips as you pull away. Trailing kisses down his exposed neck, you feel his hips stutter against you, the tent in his pants twitching as you suck a mark into his shoulder.
“Mommy…” His face is contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed and glossy lips slightly agape. “Is my little boy feeling good? Grinding against mommy’s lap so shamelessly?”
“Yes mommy,” he groans, keeping his moves up even as he slumps against your shoulder, resting his face in the crook of your neck. Soft kisses are pressed into your neck, teeth nipping at your skin as you slide your hands to his back and beneath the waistline of his pants. Grabbing a handful of his bubbly butt with one hand, you slide your other one out and make a quick work of the button and zipper that were keeping him confined.
“Seems like my pretty little boy has grown quite big here…”
“Mommy,” he whimpers as you pull him out from beneath the fabric, freeing his length. “Leaking and messy,” you chuckle, running your thumb across his tip. “Exactly the way I like you.”
“My pretty Tsushi…” The way you whisper his nickname into his ear, as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered… It makes him feel like falling apart underneath your expert fingertips.
“Turn around, pretty boy.”
Clumsily, he gets off your lap, holding onto his pants in order not to lose them. As if you haven’t seen all his body has to offer countless times before. “What a good little baby you are for mommy,” you wrap your arms around his waist and pepper the back of his neck with sweet kisses. “Let’s make you more comfortable.” Slipping your fingers underneath his pants and underwear, you slide the clothes down his legs and with a little help from your lover they end up around his knees, his bare butt pressing against you.
“Mommy,” he whimpers, twitching as your fingers slide up his shaft. He shifts around, his head resting against your shoulder.
“Mommy’s gonna make you feel really good now.” Finally you fully wrap your hand around him. “Look at you, so pretty, so responsive to mommy’s touch.” Grabbing onto your thigh and hand, he clings to you to ground himself, fingers finging purchase in your soft flesh. “Sit still,” you force his hips to still as you pump his shaft slowly, deliberately dragging your strokes out.
“That’s a good boy…”
You can tell he’s going crazy from your tempo, but despite the fact that your lover desperately needs his release, you’re too selfish to let him off the hook just yet.
Atsushi has to hold himself back from fucking into your hand again. His eyelids are heavy and his expression is becoming more and more dazed by the second. He’s such a good boy, you know you could edge him for hours just to watch him squirm and he’d still listen to every word you say. Taking pity on the visibly (despite his eagerness) exhausted man, you make your other hand join in on the fun. Your lover arches his back as he feels another set of fingers caressing his leaking cock, moaning your title shamelessly as you start playing with his full balls.
“Will you cum a lot for mommy?”
“Mommy please I’m going to burst…” You quicken your pace, dragging your soiled hand up and down his shaft, mesmerized by the way precum keeps leaking from his tip. “Just a bit longer baby, you’re almost there…” A kiss to his temple silences his pleading whimpers for a little while.
“Focus on my hands, look how pretty you look with my fingers around your cock, all messy for mommy.”
“My pretty little boy.”
“Mommy’s little boy.”
You keep whispering into his ear, your words alone doing a good job of bringing him to the edge. Gripping him a little tighter, you pick up the pace even more as you feel him twitch in your fist. This time you don’t have the heart to chastise him as his hips start moving, knowing just how close he must be.
“Are you going to cum for mommy?”
“Yes mommy,” he almost cries. “I’m gonna cum!”
“Make a mess for mommy.”
Atsushi’s voice seems to climb an octave as you finally feel him twitch for the last time, white cum spilling over your fingers as he keeps rutting against your hand, riding out the sweet orgasm.
Soon enough your lover goes limp in your arms, clinging to you as he comes down from his high. “Are you gonna clean up your mess pretty baby? Make mommy proud?” Without a word, he reaches out for your dirty hand and brings it to his lips. Sticking out his tongue, he gives your hand a tentative lick and you feel him shudder against your body at the taste. Slowly, he cleans your whole hand, lapping up every last drop of his own come. “That’s a good boy,” you praise him and slide your wet fingers under his chin. “You deserve a reward.” He sighs into your lips, his hot breath swallowed by your greedy mouth as you try your best not to devour him. When all your body wants to do is push him down into the couch and make him see stars while he screams from pleasure underneath you.
But you know you can’t do that to the poor man, he’d end up being a complete mess by the time tomorrow comes and you both have to face the real world and get back to work. You’re not that cruel. Although his taste is something you can never get enough of, you pull yourself away from him and caress his red cheek.
“We’re gonna take a nice warm shower and then mommy will feed you the delicious dinner she brought home, okay?” He nods, groaning as you make him stand up. You get rid of his clothes properly this time and let him hold on to you as you guide him to the bathroom.
“Mommy?”
“Mmm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too baby.”