"True… Alright, but only if you let me buy you something too." In all honesty, he prefered to be the one giving gift to his lover, since this gave him the best present already, being by his side. A few more blinks and then the edges of his lips stretched up in a wide cheerful smile, leaning some towards the taller. "Oh! So it says that I love you?" Because that was the best truth he knew.
"You can buy me new brushes. The ones I have are getting old." He was really getting into this art hobby of his. He already drew, sketched, now he was on painting. Next, he’ll try sculpting something, just because he could. The male blushed and looked away. "Something like that…you should write it on me…"
"No, it’s fine. I don’t want you to spend your money on me." Was his answer, totally honest, even if the pout was still present. Although, when the other moved, and the paint was handed to him, his limbs grabbed it to hold it as was requested, blinking a few times with curiosity as the other started to trace something on his forehead. "Uh? What does it say?"
"That’s what boyfriends do, isn’t it?" He had to admit that they weren’t conventional in their methods of relationship. They already had a lovely baby and he could count the number of dates they had on one hand. But he did love Mamoru and wanted no one else but his angel. And he wanted everyone to know that Mamoru was his too. "Just a little truth."
"I’m just killing time. Normally I read by I finished all my books and I don’t have money yet to buy more." Commented as an answer as was inflating his reddened cheeks in a slight pout, lowering the device as his gaze was still focused on the front. They have been together for more than a year already and still having that proximity made him feel nervous.
"Want me to buy you another book? Or do you want to join me in painting?" Ki smiled a little before he blinked in realization. "Oh, wait." Moving back to his paint set, he picked up the blue paint. The teenager moved back to the other. "Hold still," he ordered as he dipped his finger in paint. Without hesitation, he wrote, ‘Ki’ on top of Mamoru’s forehead. "There. Much better."
"It’s———" Words were cut when orange hues met with the other’s face so close, feeling his cheeks burning up in seconds before return his attention to the object. "I-It’s just a visual novel."
When he saw Mamoru blushing, Ki felt his own cheeks turn hot. He looked away, backing up some. Geez, how could being so close with Mamoru make him feel like some sort of innocent kid. “I didn’t know you were interested in those types of things.”
"Ah, nothing. It’s just that the caracter of this game reminds meof you." And another giggle was given then. "I’m sorry if I disturbed you."
"Really? What are you playing?" Ki moved from his eyes from his painting to move closer to the other. "It’s fine. The first layer needs to dry now."
Giggles softly as was staring at the screen of his PSP.
Looks up from his paint set. “What are you giggling at?”
Ah, it was intoxicatingly delicious. Every kiss with his wife was incredibly addictive, overwhelming. The hybrid was letting the lust to dominate him, not caring for anything else thave his dear melting on his arms, that strong was the effect Ki had on him. A soft whimper left him when the connection of their mouths was broken so abruptly, hands pausing the actions as hazy orange orbs observed at who was on top, adoring that precious features for a second before assimilate what his partner was saying. Take care of him? Like… attending him in the way he was thinking? The blush installed on his cheeks intensified, giving a few nods of silent approval as a new exhalation crossed the wet swollen lips.
Ki gave the sweetest smile when he was finally given consent. After all, it was Mamoru’s birthday. He had to do what he could to make sure he was pleased. The black haired male gave a small, tender kiss on the male’s lips in silent gratitude. The kisses begin to trail down the other’s face and then down his neck. While he wanted to begin to litter kisses on the male’s neck, his hands begin to undo Mamoru’s pants.
Hearing that claim of love was always a bless, filling him with pure bliss, however this time was accompained by something more, a big desire that he knew where ti came and what was going to provoke but was too hard to control. Returning to the original position, his hungry lips left the neck to lock Ki’s with his own in another kiss, a little more effusive than the first one, including his tongue that was already inspecting within his lover’s cavity, digits burying some on the skin while was descending, pressing at intervals, specially on the pectorals area, breathing turning heavy as was trying to articulate a couple of more phrases. “You’re everything to me… haah… Ki-chan, I love you with all my heart….” Such a happy brithday, indeed.
Ki’s grip on the other’s hair tightened a bit as more and more of his pleasure begin to increase. It was getting harder and harder to say no. And in the back of his mind, he knew the kids were still outside and could come in at any moment. He returned the kiss passionately. His hips begin to erratically move on the their own. He tried not to get lost in the pleasure, but it was difficult. He moaned, trying to devour his husband’s mouth the best he could. So sweet. He usually didn’t like sweet things. But he loved Mamoru’s taste. “Mamooo—” he moaned at the sensitive caress on his chest. It took a little pushing, but he managed to pull himself away. “Wait. W-wait. Mamoru…let me—..ah, I want to take care of you.”
The digits never stopped the operation, now daring to caress the flesh with the whole palm in a constant motion, up and down, without forget any corner of that beautiful torso. The kiss was interrupted when the hungry lips began to long for more, diverting his path to the cheek, a few smooches were deposited to now pass to the neck, repeating the same procedure, though the eagerness was becoming more notorious, even if the touches remainded tender. “I love you… I love you so much, Ki-chan…”
A soft moan left the male’s lips as he felt those large, beautiful hands caress every part of his chest and back. It was mind numbing. Ki breathed deeply, surprised by the sudden onslaught of kisses. He had thought that Mamoru would claim that the kids would come home any second now. But he didn’t. And a part of Ki was really glad. Breathless gasps left his mouth as his hands ran through the other’s brown hair. “Oh, Mamo, baby. I love you. I love you so much.”
"But I’m your dumb…" Mumbled in agreement in middle of the brief pauses before their mouths met again, arms surrounding the waist of the shorter to lift him from the floor, making him settle over his lap, lips dancing sweetly with the opposite pair as the fingertips of both limbs were ghosting over the smooth skin of the male, once those sneaked under the shirt. Thankfully neither of their kids were in home.
"My only," he mumbled. He lightly helped the other when the other moved his position. He felt thankful that the kids weren’t there yet. He wanted to take this time to admire his husband more. He straddled the other’s lap, wrapping his arms around the brunet’s neck. He shivered when he felt the fingers curl under his shirt. He leaned more into the touch.