Jiro came back home, around 9:48pm. He made his way upstairs into our designated bedroom, rather roomy but all too familiar and welcoming. The lights were shut off, your sleeping form only covered by the sheets above your hips. A bare back faced up, an enticing invite. Striding over, his hands itched to touch. Reached out, Jiro slid the covers down your enticing thighs, revealing the curve goodness of your ass.

With soft bated breaths, Jiro swiftly slipped his jacket off tossing it to the side before moving to hover above your sleeping form. The bed dipped at the added weight, not that he cared. Dipping his head down, Jiro planted needy kisses along the curve of your spine. A strain in his pants, his desire making him feel as if he were going insane. It was hard to hold back when you were this close.