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Confrontation

The morning passed quickly, the two of you made yourselves busy taking care of the girls, the chores, the tasks, the day seemed to fly by.

You couldn't help but notice how happy he seemed, and it warmed your heart.  He would occasionally steal a glance at you, a smile on his face. It was as if a weight had been lifted off of him. He was seemed lighter, more carefree. He looked almost boyish, and you loved it.
By the afternoon, the chores had been done, the laundry finished. You decided to prepare lunch for everyone. You decided to make his favorite food, Zara soba and shrimp tempura.

As you stood there, stirring the fragrant pot of soba noodles, you felt Suguru's arms snaking around your waist from behind pulling you close in a comforting embrace, he nestled his chin on the top of your head.

"Mmm, something smells good," he said, he murmured, his voice resonating against your back.

You couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. "Hey, handsome," you greeted, tilting your head slightly to the side as he nuzzled your neck, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your pulse point.

"How are you feeling?" he inquired, his embrace tightening around you.

"Better," you sighed, leaning back into his comforting hold, relishing the warmth that radiated from his body.

"Good," he murmured in response, his hands trailing up your waist, sending a tingling sensation through your body, as his thumbs grazing the sides of your breasts.

"Quit it, you're too horny," you teased, playfully swatting his hands away as you tried focused on the meal.

"Ouch, come on, just a little feel," he protested with a smirk dancing on his lips, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he feigned injury as he watched you work.

You couldn't help but giggle at his antics, "Nope," you teased back, wielding the spoon like a playful weapon.

"Fine...can I at least have a taste?" he requested, reaching out for a sample of the soba noodles.

You shook your head, a playful glint in your eyes as you smacked his hand away with the spoon. "Nope, not until it's ready," you declared.

Suguru pouted, his arms encircling you once more as he leaned in to steal another kiss, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your earlobe. A soft sigh escaped your lips as his warm breath caressed your skin.

"I can't wait to taste it," he murmured huskily, his voice sending a delicious shiver down your spine, making you blush.

"Suguru," you squeaked, trying to control the flutter in your stomach, the heat pooling in your core.

"Yes," he teased, pulling your hips back to him, letting you feel the hardness of his erection.

"Suguru, the girls," you hissed, struggling to focus on your cooking, as his hands explored the curves of your hips.

"They're outside playing."

"Still," you insisted, trying to wiggle away, the temptation to let him have his way with you was strong, but the reality of the situation was that the girls were playing right outside. Probably not the best idea to mess around you though.

His hold on you tightened momentarily before he relented with a chuckle, the sound reverberating through his chest. "Alright, alright," he conceded, his lips grazing your earlobe in a final teasing caress. "Can I at least hold you until you're done?" he requested, his voice laced with a hint of longing, as his arousal poked you.

You couldn't resist the warmth of his embrace, melting into his arms as you continued to stir the pot of noodles, the rhythmic motion soothing your frayed nerves. "I suppose, but no funny business," you teased, a smile playing on your lips as you savored the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you.