Kasamatsu – Indulgence

This is titled as such because this is an indulgence of a
smooth AF Kasamatsu that is not only a little present for @ourneverendingpossibilities
to cheer her up but for my own thirst as well. 

Enjoy!

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Kasamatsu walks in the door, his brief case dropping to the
ground with a thud as he sighs. Shoes kicked off, keys hung up he walks down
the hall absentmindedly loosening his tie before shrugging out of his suit
jacket.

It’s been a bitch of a day.

These kids just drive him nuts! Sympathy for his former high
school teachers floods his mind as he rounds the bed and flops backwards upon
it. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. It’s quiet and cool in the room,
darkness long since fallen. And it’s only now that he realizes…his wife didn’t
greet him.

Is he really so strung out in his own head that he completely
missed the fact she didn’t call out to him? That there were no sounds of dinner
being cooked from the kitchen? Groaning he sits up, irritated with himself at
taking her for granted. He moves back down the hall, calling out, “_______?
Babe? Are you here?”

“In here, Yukio.” Her reply is muffled making him frown deeper.
As he enters the living room the reason becomes clear. She tucked into a corner
of the couch, knees drawn up and arms around her shins with her face pressed
into a throw pillow.

And he thought he
had a bad day.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks moving quickly to her side,
flicking on the table lamp and drawing down the obstruction from her face. Her
eyes are red rimmed and puffy, clear evidence of crying, and her hair is tousled
as if she’s been running her hands through it over and over. “Shit, what
happened?” he asks again, arms wrapping around her shoulders.

“No…nothing really, just…I’m so stressed out! The schedule
got screwed up this afternoon so I had to work a double so I missed my shared
ride and had to take the bus which of
course I got on the wrong one so I was super late getting home. I put
dinner in but I had the oven at the wrong temperature so it burned to hell. It
smelled so bad I had to take the whole garbage out and practically do a
biohazard cleaning of the kitchen.”

He holds back a smirk as she takes a deep breath.

“Then I wanted to get your favorite from that take out place
but no, they had to have a catered
event tonight which meant they weren’t taking any other orders and by the time
that was over I couldn’t even breathe!” She’s crying again, tears pouring down
her cheeks. “And I’m a mess and I stink and all I wanted was to have something nice
waiting for you when you got home because I know those kids are driving you up
the wall and then you had practice to run and you’re under appreciated there
too and-“

Kasamatsu leans forward, lips covering hers to stem the
flow. She tenses, still not used to his more dominant nature from time to time,
before relaxing into his hold, allowing him to manipulate her lips with his
own. Pulling back, he looks in her eyes, “Babe, if anyone in this room is under
appreciated it’s you.” He covers her
protests with another kiss, murmuring against her mouth, “You’re the most
amazing wife in the world to put up with an ass like me and I’m sorry. I know I’ve
been distracted with all the shit going on at school. It doesn’t help with the
Winter Cup coming up and I know you’re just as supportive now as you were when
I was actually on the team.”

He cups her cheek, nuzzling her nose. “Sometimes I forget to
lift my head and really look at what I have in front of me.” She melts at his
words, smile teasing her lips. “That’s better,” he whispers, kissing her again.
God, it feels so long since he’s just kissed
her.

“Yukio, I’m a mess, let me at least wash my face,” she
complains though her tone is lighter now.

“Tell you what,” he murmurs against her throat, mouth barely
moving away to form words, “why don’t you take a shower and get comfortable
while I get us something to eat, hmm? And then later,” he trails his nose up
the side of her neck, nibbling her ear before whispering, “I’m gonna spend the
rest of the night showing you how
much I appreciate you.”

Dinner over, Kasamatsu lights candles about the bedroom,
soft music playing from their dock station. Turning around, his mouth goes dry
when she walks in the room, hair half dried and wavy, a simple cotton tank and
short pajama set he bought for her birthday on. Her face is devoid of makeup,
natural beauty shining.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asks quietly and she blushes.

“Since when did you turn into mister smooth?” she counters earning
a blush of her own.

He shrugs, handsome smile tilting his lips. “Guess you just
bring out the best in me.”

His answer, so sweet and honest, stops any teasing retort
she can come up with. He holds out his hand, gesturing her closer and drawing
her into his arms. Lips meet once more in a chaste kiss. He can tell she wants
more but he’s got his own agenda tonight. Pulling away, he guides her onto the
bed to her stomach.

The bed dips further as he kneels beside her, a light moan
escaping her lips as his strong hands begin manipulating the muscles of her
back and shoulders. “You’re so tense,” he chides and she nods against the
pillow.

“Take a deep breath,” he instructs pushing down as she
exhales earning three pops of her back.

“Oh god,” she groans and he can’t stop a chuckle.

“That should help,” he comments, sliding to her lower back.
After a few minutes of kneading, he pushes up the fabric to touch her skin. “I’ve
always loved how warm and soft your skin is,” he confesses, lips lightly
kissing up her spine. “No matter the season, you always feel like summer. Warm,
soft and smooth.”

She hums appreciation, voice lost to the sensation of his
touch but he wants her relaxed, wants her absorbing his words with no obligation
to reciprocate except in allowing him to do as he pleases.

A slightly husky moan cuts through the room when he squeezes
her ass. “God, this ass…just…mmmmmh you’re so sexy.” He trails further downward,
palms rubbing firmly over the backs of her strong thighs, an area of her body
he knows she worries. “Your legs are so damn gorgeous baby,” he asserts,
planting slow open mouth kisses down every inch. “I remember the first time I
saw you without tights on. Kise thought I’d had an aneurism there was so much
blood gushing out my nose.”

“Only you could say something that gross and make it sound
romantic,” she chides, squeaking when he tickles behind her knees. He chuckles,
returning to his enjoyment of her skin, kisses and love nips being given all
the way to the backs of her ankles.

He lifts one foot, rubbing and rotating to dispel its
tension before moving to the other. Done with her back side, he turns her over,
pushing firmly over the tops of her shins, massaging her knee caps before
grasping the meat of her thighs and squeezing. A whimper of protest sounds from
her mouth but his kisses turn it into a sigh.

“Stop fretting over your thick thighs, I fucking love them,”
he growls, hunger growing but he holds back. This is all about her tonight,
every bit of it and damn it if he isn’t going to continue that. His hands reach
her hips, kneading the flesh before rolling further up over the sensuous curve
of her waist. Lifting her shirt exposes her breasts and he takes in a deep
breath. Gently he lifts her, carding the shirt over her head to leave her top
bare before him.

Lightly he traces patterns over her chest drawing goosebumps
to the surface of her skin. Her eyes are half hooded, breathing deep and even
but her heart is racing. He can see the want, the need in her gaze.

It’s like a siren call.

Kasamatsu leans down, breath ghosting over her skin until
she’s keening, “Please Yukio, stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you babe,” he assures, mouth barely
touching her nipple. “I’m worshiping you.”

“Then do it with a little more oomph!”

He laughs, shooting up to capture her mouth in a deep, long,
tongue filled kiss. He palms her breast, his touch making her arch and squirm. “Damn
it you’re gonna make me lose focus,” he grunts.

“I’d say you’re plenty focused,” she retorts, lifting her
knee to graze her thigh against his growing erection.

“Just,” he pulls back, eyes serious when he looks down at
her. “Do you understand? Do you really understand how much I love you? How much
I want and appreciate everything
about you?”

Her hands cup his face, drawing him closer to her own as she
nods. “I do, I understand Yukio. But if you don’t fuck me right now-“

Whatever she was going to threaten him with gets swallowed
by another fiery kiss, her shorts ripped from her body. In little time, he’s as
naked as she, hot skin pressed to hot skin.

“Tell me,” he moans in her ear, “tell me what you want.
Anything and everything is yours.”

Her lips capture his once more, hands carding through his
hair. “Just love me, Yukio, just love me.”

And he does.

All night long.