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nsfw prompts (that don’t sound like a bad porno) @tcthinecwnself said: 4 (for Jigen 🥰, sounds very sweet)

When they had began their house hunting, finding a home with a big tub was a priority. Now-countless amorous hotel stays, and one particularly claustrophobic evening in Jigen’s apartment, had truly convinced Kent of the absolute necessity of having one. Even beyond the allure of getting frisky in it, there were few simple pleasures greater than just relaxing in a hot bath drawn for two. Ideally with some champagne and hors d’œurves.

Thankfully, they had the money for a house that boasted such master bathroom amenities. And thus they had the luxury of enjoying stay-in Saturday evenings surrounded by candles, lavender-scented bubble bath, and soft jazz. Kent was sunk low into the water, his nose hovering just above to let him breathe, and his knees protruding out like islands. He’d already had enough bubbly to get a good buzz going and was simply enjoying the atmosphere.

And Jigen, of course.

Jigen, Jigen, his handsome Jigen. He was a figment pulled right out of the erotic imagination of a gay artist reclining the way he was. One arm draped across the back of the tub to keep himself propped up, the other holding his glass of wine close to his chest. Hairy, Kent noted, an attribute he never ever thought would drive him as wild as it did.

Past the hirsuteness and along the few places of bare skin visible above the water lay the reminders of his previous profession. Scars of all sorts, but mainly bullet wounds. All adding to his allure. They were still at the very fresh beginnings of their retirement together; Jigen had of yet to lose his dangerous, aloof edge. Kent vowed to savor it for as long as he could.

“My eyes are up here.” Kent’s gaze snapped up to Jigen’s face. Said eyes were curtained by his bangs, like usual, but in their years together Kent had learned to spy them beyond the hair. Jigen faked a little scoff. “’S’bad enough to get this when I go out, but I gotta be objectified in my own home, too?”

Laughter bubbled out of Kent-- literally, in fact, until he sat up from his sunken posture. “Are you really going to blame me?” he cooed. “When there’s a beautiful man, naked, right in front of me, why... I’d say anyone who doesn’t stare would be out of their right mind.” He motioned for Jigen to move closer. As he slipped into his lap, Kent set aside his half-finished glass.

For a few moments Kent just stared up at him with a big smile on his face, content to let the music fill the space his words normally did.

The peace was shattered when Jigen pinched both sides of Kent’s face and pulled.

“Ack-- Hey--!”

“That’s what y’get for staring,” Jigen sneered. Kent made a noise caught between a laugh and an ugly snort before prying his face free.

“Oh, please, Jigen! What, I can’t stare at my husband any time I want?” Jigen drew back suddenly, his smile fading, and Kent felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. “...What? Did I-- I’m sorry, I didn’t know it actually--”

“Say that again?” Kent blinked a few times.

“Say what again?” It’s in the second silence that he realizes. The term had slipped out so effortlessly-- it was the truth, after all. An easy, comforting truth. Kent smiled. “That you’re my husband? You are, aren’t you?”

Jigen’s face split into a grin. “Damn straight I am.” It was then Kent was finally gifted with a kiss, one just as luxurious as the bath they were reclining in. His arms snaked around Jigen’s body; an anchor to keep him upright as he melted. It wasn’t until he felt Jigen give his dick a tight squeeze that he realized his hands had drifted below the water. Kent broke away with a sharp gasp and turned pink.

“Does it turn you on, too?” Jigen laughed. “Good. Was startin’ to think we were getting all pruney for nothing.” Kent couldn’t stop the giggles that swelled out of him. His lower lip was pinned under his coy little grin and he gripped Jigen’s arms tight, his legs slowly turning useless as his lover teased his cock. A drag of a thumb across the head made Kent gasp and whine in spite of himself.

“J-Jesus,” he panted. “This is hardly fair.”

“Then why don’t you do somethin’ about it?” It was hard to think let alone act whenever Jigen touched him. Kent whimpered and closed his eyes, pleasure washing over him again. He sensed, then, rather than saw Jigen shift against him. His lips parted wordlessly as he felt Jigen’s cock press up against his stomach, warm and throbbing, and his tight entrance meet the tip of his own. A low, wanting grunt sounded into Kent’s ear but all Jigen did was rock against him. Daring him to take what he wanted.

Kent grabbed Jigen’s hips tight and slowly, slowly, pushed him down. Every new inch coaxed a delicious little noise from his lover’s lips. When Jigen again sat totally flush against him, every fiber in his being running taught across his skin, Kent captured those lips in another kiss. Jigen moaned softly and Kent deepened the kiss, unhurried. His lover rolled against him, wanting more, but Kent took every moment to savor the taste of him, the feel of him, his warmth, the scent of lavender playing off his own.

“I love you,” Jigen breathed, his words warm against Kent’s cheek.

“I love you too,” Kent returned. Effortlessly.

Gently, as to not disturb the water too much, Kent thrust into Jigen’s heat. Instantly his brow furrowed tightly; restraint was quickly becoming something he had in short supply, but this wasn’t a hotel room they could leave for housekeeping to clean up. Did we really have to light all these candles?

His complaints were finite, too, though; it was rare they ever had the patience for a fuck this slow. Every little movement was divine. Kent drank in the sight of Jigen, too, his gaze traveling over every inch of him exposed. Of course, though, with his chest heaving right in his face, it was inevitable his attention drifted right back to what started all of this.

“Nghaah-- Kent--” A hand fisted Kent’s hair tight as he wrapped his lips around one of Jigen’s nipples. One of his own hands parted from the water to shamelessly fondle Jigen’s other pec, his palm rolling over the fullness of the muscle with practiced lust. There was a twinge of surprise and a softer cousin to shame in Jigen’s voice as he continued: “Y-You don’t h-have t-- To do that...” When Kent pinched the other sensitive nub Jigen cried out but didn’t tell him to stop.

“Can’t I tease you?” Kent asked in a rumble. He nipped at Jigen’s skin and earned another whine. “I’m the only man in the world who gets to hold you like this, can’t I enjoy it?” The only response he got was Jigen rolling his hips down to push his cock deeper.

It was an hour like that, the two of them so entangled it was hard to know where one began and the other ended, so lost in bliss it hardly mattered, enraptured with the presence of one another among the aroma of flowers and piano serenade, until the warmth finally seeped out of the water and the candles began to dwindle. After another long, uncoordinated kiss Kent spoke. “Let’s take this in the bedroom,” he murmured. “We have all night.”

Jigen chuckled and kissed the tip of Kent’s nose. “All night and with nowhere to be tomorrow,” he added. “And you were worried about retiring.”

Kent blushed again and let out a little embarrassed laugh. “Alright, alright, you were right. Is that what you wanted to hear, honey?” Jigen pinched his cheek again before sliding from his lap. The loss made Kent whimper.

“I’m your husband. I’m always right.”

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