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Baby I see you working hard.
I want to let you know I'm proud.
Let you know that I admire what you do.
The more if I need to reassure you.
My life would be purposeless without you.
Satoru hummed to the soft melody of the song. ‘Best of Destiny’s Child’ playlist blasting from the little Bluetooth speaker on top of the kitchen counter. Hip swinging slowly, his delicate hands put the finishing touches to his current masterpiece, an apple pie, almost ready to bake. Just a little more and… done. The braids are looking pretty, and Satoru was more than satisfied. He looked up to the clock after putting the pan into the heated oven—quarter after three. Kento’s working hour will be over in a little less than three hours from now, that, if he doesn’t take any overtime again. But he usually texted or told Satoru beforehand and there’s no forewarning of anything today, so Satoru just assumed he’ll be back home on time.
Satoru smiled at the thought of his husband. He’s excited to greet him after a long tiring day of work with kisses and a freshly baked pie. Even after being married for nearly five years, Satoru would always try to step up his games and give Kento little surprises here and there. Of course, a very welcomed gesture by the latter. After all, coming home after stressful hours of dealing with demanding clients to delicious meals and warm hugs is the best way to end one’s day.
If I want it (Got it),
When I ask you (You provide it).
You inspire me to be better,
You challenge me for the better.
Sit back and let me pour out my love letter.
Kento was late.
It’s way past dinner time and there’s no sign of the said man coming home any time soon. No texts, no calls, nothing. Satoru bounced his leg by the couch, trying to not get anxious though it only lasted for a short period of time. He grabbed his phone and dialled Kento’s number—only to be directed to a voicemail. He clicked his tongue and ran a shaky hand through his thick mop of snow-white hair. This was unusual and to say Satoru is worried would be the understatement of the year. Kento would always inform him of anything, urgent or not, sudden or planned. He is trustworthy like that.
Just as Satoru about to press the dial button again, he heard the front door clicks gently. He bolted up from his seat on the couch and rushed to the door.
Let me help you.
Take off your shoes; Untie your shoestrings; Take off your cufflinks.
What you wanna eat, boo? Let me feed you.
Let me run your bathwater,
Whatever you desire, I'll supply ya.
Kento who was in the middle of carefully toeing his shoes off looked up in surprise, not expecting his husband to still be awake. “Ah, I’m home,” he greeted shortly as Satoru went to him readily taking his briefcase and suit jacket.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand, babe. My phone died and the last client meeting dragged longer than expected,” Kento sighed and leaned in to peck Satoru slowly on the lips.
Satoru lets the kiss linger a little bit longer before hugging his husband’s broad shoulder, currently slightly slumped and he could feel the stiff knots on his toned muscle. This won’t do. “It’s okay. But please try to not do it again. My heart nearly explodes with how worried I am,” he pouted, fully knowing Kento is weak to this particular expression.
“Yes, I’m sorry, love,” Kento answered with a nod and a short peck on his pout. “Why are you still up?”
“I was waiting for you,” Satoru grinned then released the hug and stepped past their threshold, putting Kento’s stuffs aside neatly for cleaning later. “Go on, take a shower. I’ll heat up your dinner. There’s still plenty of hot water.”
Kento smiled appreciatively as he loosened up his tie and starting to unbutton the first couple buttons of his blue button-up. The tired lines on the bridge of his nose and high cheekbones blaringly visible to Satoru’s watchful gaze. “Thanks, love,” he hummed, and Satoru reached to brush his knuckles on Kento’s jaw.
“Take your time, baby.”
Let me cater to you.
Cause baby this is your day.
Do anything for my man.
Baby, you blow me away.
Satoru waits dutifully for Kento to finish his bath with an open book of crosswords sprawled in front of him, serving of warm homemade dinner already prepared by his side. He hummed a random tune as he chewed on the end of his pen, eyes skimming carefully to find boxes he might be able to answer.
“Try Consort on fourteen-across,” a voice came from behind him and Satoru grinned, writing down the word.
“Would you look at that, smartie,” he chuckled when the letters fitted perfectly. He turned his head slightly to take in the appearance of his husband. His previously styled hair is damp and falls just right framing the otherwise rigid edges of his face. Loose grey sweatpants and tee hung over his muscular build, shoulders looking visibly more relaxed. Kento looks so much younger like this, and Satoru swoons.
“Stop biting your pen, Satoru,” the blonde man rolled his eyes playfully and slid himself onto the chair across him. “Ohh, mackerels,” Kento hummed and took the neatly prepared chopsticks, skilfully navigating it through dishes. “Thank you for the food.”
Satoru watches him eat with intrigued eyes, head tilted a bit, chin rested on one hand and crosswords easily abandoned. No matter how many times he watches Kento eats, he will always find it amusing. Ever since their first encounter back in high school, when they started dating just after Satoru’s graduation, and now as lawfully wedded husbands. There’s something that glimmers inside Kento’s eyes whenever he eats—a total foodie that he is. But the spark is different when he eats something Satoru gave or cooked for him; the slight wrinkle at the end of his eyelids softens ever so slightly, his thin lips curled upward just so. It never fails to send the butterflies in the pit of Satoru’s stomach into frenzy. Deities, he loves this man so so so much and these little things is what reminds him that the feeling is mutual, if not partly heavy with Kento dominating the calibrations.
“Why are you staring?” Kento tentatively wiped the corner of his lips.
“Nothing, darling. Nothing at all,” Satoru smiled sweetly, eyes forming crescent moons before getting up from his seat.
I got your slippers,
Your dinner,
Your dessert, and so much more.
Anything you want,
Let me cater to you.
Satoru went to the back of Kento’s chair, took the towel the blonde had slung on his shoulder, and starts drying his hair gently while Kento continues to eat.
“How was your day?” Satoru started.
“Mm,” Kento swallowed before grabbing the cold beer Satoru prepared for him and took a sip. “Terrible,” he answered at last.
“Oh no. Clients?” Satoru’s gentle fingers rubbed on Kento’s scalp in attempt to massage him into relaxation.
“Not really. Higher ups,” Kento took another bite of his foods before going on full rambling mode with Satoru listening attentively behind him, giving comments and light jokes here and there at things Kento said. After finishing with his hair, Satoru immediately went to his husband’s shoulders. Thumbs working in circles trying to untie the knots in his muscle. Kento sighed contently, having finished his meal, then leans his back on the chair.
“You’re so good to me, babe,” Kento said as he tilted his head back to look at his husband, one hand reaching back, urging Satoru to lean into his touch. Satoru smiled as Kento’s calloused palm starts stroking his cheek lovingly.
“Just doing what I can for my dear husband,” Satoru smiled and leans down to kiss him softly on the lips.
When they parted, Satoru’s bright blue eyes found seafoam green looking back at him with such intensity and desire, he gulped before saying, “I made something for you—” just as Kento uttered, “I have a surprise for you.”
“Huh?” Satoru chuckled and stood straight, dumping Kento’s used towel into the laundry bin by the door in a quick succession of hoop shot. “Pry tell,” he hummed as he playfully slid himself to sit on Kento’s lap, body twisted to hug the latter’s neck.
“No, you first. This one can wait,” Kento said, hands sneaking around Satoru’s waist, hugging him closer.
“Tsk. I’m sure it can,” Satoru rolled his eyes playfully at Kento before pecking the corner of his lips. “It’s nothing, really. I baked you an apple pie today.”
Kento’s eyes light up at that, he grinned and nuzzled his nose against Satoru’s jaw, leaving butterfly kisses along his neck. “I love you,” he mumbled after a kiss on one particular spot that makes Satoru squirms.
“You haven’t even tried it,” Satoru giggles, “What if it tasted like trash?” he asked with a smile.
“Rubbish. Anything you make tasted good,” Kento countered. He left another peck on the juncture of his neck and jaw.
“Should we unveil this surprise of yours while eating a slice of my grand masterpiece?” He chuckled, already untangling himself from Kento’s embrace to get up and prepare the pre-heated delicacy.
Baby, I'm happy you're home.
Let me hold you in my arms.
I just want to take the stress away from you.
Making sure that I'm doing my part.
With dirty dishes neatly put into the dishwasher, Satoru and Kento found themselves huddling on the couch with plates of fresh pie on the coffee table. Kento relaxed his back on the armrest while Satoru laid on top of him, carefully feeding him the last forkful of the prided apple pie.
“Good?” Satoru grinned after Kento enthusiastically ate what he feed him.
“Heavenly,” Kento answered shortly after swallowing.
“So? What is this oh so grand surprise you’ve been gatekeeping from me, hm?” the white-haired man asked, brushing excessive crumbs from his husband’s shirt.
Kento grins before cupping Satoru’s cheeks in his hands, eyes glinting excitedly. “I got a promotion,” he said, and Satoru yelped, scrambling to sit on top of him.
“That is a terrific news! What are you now, General Manager?” Satoru bounced excitedly before leaning to pepper kisses on Kento’s face.
“Head of the new branch, actually,” he smirked proudly. “It’s closer from here, too,” Kento said as he hugged his overexcited husband.
“How nice! Congratulations, baby. You deserve it,” he pecked Kento on the lips. “We should celebrate!”
“About that…” Kento pushed himself up and Satoru tilted his head to watch as the blonde went for his briefcase and pulled out an envelope. He flipped it in his hand, before holding it up for Satoru to see. “A five days resort trip in Denmark,” he grinned, and Satoru gasped.
“Kento!” the taller male jumped onto his feet and hugged his lover tightly, pulling back slightly to kiss his lips repeatedly only to be hauled off his feet and onto a spin. Satoru laughed, so bright and free that drops of tears starting to form at the end of his jewelled sapphire eyes. “Is this why you’ve been pulling overtimes lately?”
“Yes? And no, really. I planned this months ago, but the new branch establishment took a lot of work. No matter, though. We’re boarding two weeks from now right before my transfer,” he smiled and put Satoru down to his own feet, the latter swayed lightly.
“Aww are we going to visit your parents after so long, too?”
Kento nodded, “Yes, I already informed them about this. They are excited to see you again.”
“You’re the best,” Satoru kissed his cheek and tighten his hug on Kento’s shoulders. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more, baby,” Kento responded without missing a beat.
“No. I, you,” Satoru brushed Kento’s soft locks from his face gently. “Off weekend, tomorrow, hm?” He nuzzled along Kento’s jaw as the blonde pulled him closer by the hips.
“Yes,” Kento answered, seemingly aware of where Satoru is leading him to with his question.
“Then let me show you just how much I love you all night.”
Is there something you need me to do?
If you want it, (I got it).
Say the word I, (I will try it).
Clothes quickly discarded, body pressed together, and lips on lips. Lips on skin. Hands roaming anywhere they could reach, pulling for more more.
Satoru reached up, pulling Kento impossibly closer to him as the latter leaves his marks all over Satoru’s exposed chest, muttering mine mine mine to which Satoru replied with a contented sigh, yours yours yours, Kento. I’m yours.
They took it slow that night. Grips a little tighter, kisses lingered a little longer, and marks a little bolder. Both craving for more more.
Satoru blinked as Kento reached down and touches. Ah, sweet, sweet Kento. His warm hands and long bony fingers ever so gentle in handling Satoru’s person, as if the man is a delicate porcelain doll.
“You can go deeper, Kento.”
Baby I heard you,
I'm here to serve you.
If it's love you need, to give it is my joy.
All I wanna do, is cater to you boy.
There are times when they move like pistons—fast, hard, desperate; Chasing pleasures as if they were racers on a track. But tonight is not one of those nights. At nights like these Satoru finds himself falling, deeper and deeper, almost drowning but never enough to make him suffocate. Kento’s love makes him sink and soar at the same time. Hitting his deepest, taking him high. The way Kento makes love to him at nights like these—ah—no coherent thoughts can make it to the foreground of Satoru’s mind anymore. His whole being chanted Kento, Kento, Kento like a mantra. For Kento, from Kento, with Kento. His sweet sweet Kento.
The man in question looked up at his husband after a particularly deep roll of his hips, making Satoru shudder with pleasure beneath him. “You’re so beautiful, Satoru,” he mumbled against his collarbone before biting down to draw another delightful moan from him.
“Just for you, baby, for you,” Satoru gasped, and they both topple over the edge together— pressed close, embrace so tight as they ascended and came crashing down all at the same time. Together. With each other, for one another.
Let me cater to you.
Inspire me from the heart.
Can’t nothing tear us apart.
You all I want in a man.
I put my life in your hands.
They laid together after that. Enjoying each other’s warmth, limbs tangled under thick duvet that smelled like sex and faint lavender.
“I love you,” Satoru whispered against Kento’s stubbled jaw.
“You’re being so nice today, babe,” Kento raised an eyebrow at his husband.
“And you’re being so suspicious today, darling,” he pouted, which immediately shot down with a soft peck and a chuckle by the blonde.
Kento shifted his weight a bit then pulled Satoru so he laid on top of him, head on his toned chest. “You’re warm,” he said.
“Of course, I’m your personal human heater,” the taller man sticks his tongue out playfully then laid his head back on Kento’s chest, listening to his beating heart—a constant that guides him. He can feel his own heart starts matching Kento’s rhythm, going in sync. “Say, Kento,” Satoru looked up as his husband started to doze off.
“Hm?”
“Do you remember when we first met?”
“You were an annoying prick,” Kento cracked an eye open to look at Satoru who pouted once again. “Still are,” he smirked.
“Sucks to be you. You’re stuck with me for eternity! Till death do us apart?” Satoru flashed the wedding band he’s wearing on his ring finger.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Kento brings Satoru’s hand close and kisses his knuckles, then the ring.
Satoru smiled contently and hugged Kento’s torso, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. Listening as his heartbeat gets calmer by minutes and breathing steadier—finally surrendering to sleep and Satoru lets his husband rest comfortably by moving to his side, still hugging him tight. He watches as Kento’s lips part just slightly, the crease in-between his eyebrows softening. He’s asleep and Satoru swoons once again.
How can he be so lucky?
Let me cater to you.
Cause you're beautiful.
I love the way you are.
Fulfil your every desire.
Your wish is my command.
I wanna cater to my man.
Satoru’s fingers traced invisible lines across Kento’s chest as he reminisced, suddenly overwhelmed with feelings.
They met back in high school, with Satoru being his senior by one year, supposedly handling the new students’ orientation where he first saw Kento. It was chaos then, not that their dynamic has completely changed nowadays, no. But Satoru now knows how to rile and lax Kento however needed, and Kento has learned how to deal with Satoru’s constant mood swings. Though his junior, Kento has always amazed Satoru. From the way he carries himself—outspoken and observative, his intellect and manners, to his absurd obsession towards bread, or foods in general. These little things pulled Satoru closer to him, unbeknown to him that he piqued the blonde’s interest too. They played a game of mouse and cat, pulling and pushing until Kento decided to act on it during Satoru’s graduation day.
To say things has gone smooth from there—well, not really, Satoru chuckled in silence, watching his now husband of almost five years sleeping soundly. They had to endure several years of long-distance relationship when Kento had to go back to Denmark after finishing college, almost resulting in a breakup. But they pushed through and in the end, Kento went back to Japan and asked for Satoru’s hand in marriage, fulfilling his promises; never leaving them empty.
Satoru fell asleep not long after, head pressed on his husband’s chest as the vows he promised Kento on their wedding day vividly replayed in his head, lulling him into deep and peaceful slumber.
Nanami Kento. You are all I ever wanted in this life and the next; and the one after, repeatedly over and over again. You inspire me to be better, bringing out the best in me—facets of me I never knew existed. You showed me just how much I could love someone and be loved in return. You are my every dream come true, and I can't wait for the reality we get to build together. Thank you for choosing me, over anyone else, above everything else. Thank you for accepting me, in all my insecurities and boastfulness. Thank you for putting up with my stubbornness and all our differences. We may clash sometimes, but I would never trade what we have for any other. I will love you in word and deed. I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, grow with you, and craft with you. Let’s walk together on the flowery path, as well as the thorny ones. Let’s be by each other’s side through the ups and downs. I’m yours, and you’re mine; my sweet, sweet Kento. I pledge to honor you, love you and cherish you as my husband today and every day. Let me serve you for life. Till death do us apart. I love you.
Your heart,
So pure, your love shines through.
The darkness we'll get through.
So much of me is you.
I wanna cater to my man.
He can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and show Kento just how much he loves him, again and again.