Kenji Sato

It’s early, too early to be awake. Ultramarine eyes blink once, twice and then Kenji is rolling out of bed. He sits on the edge of his bed, calloused hands dragging down his angular face. With a glance over his shoulder, he warms at the sight of his partner sleeping soundly. Torso turns; Kenji leans over to rearrange a few stray hairs that had fallen into their face during their slumber. His touch lingers as his palm melds to the shape of their cheek, chuckling at the way their skin creases and squishes between his fingers.

They had done it: domesticated the famed Ken Sato. Now, the proverbial audience, Kenji wants to clear up a few things. As reclusive and secretive as Kenji is, he’s never be the promiscuous type. Not like that, anyways. Sure, he’s had a few quick fucks with some tight holes belonging to faces and names he can’t recall, but the man is faithful. Despite his parents separating as a child, Kenji still believes in love; the ring that’s sat snug on his left ring finger for the last three years is all the proof of that belief.

Kenji hisses at the crackling of his back once he rises to his feet; the dirty 30 was creeping up on him, and damn if he didn’t feel that shit getting out of bed. He makes a mental note to get Mina to schedule a visit to the chiropractor. As he departs his bedroom and his snoozing spouse, Kenji’s footsteps are silent across warm marble floors, carrying him a few doors away from his bedroom. The sun is just beginning to crest over the horizon as he enters the next room.

“Ah, you’re awake? Quiet morning, huh.”

Of all the pointless things Kenji would describe as ‘things he loves’, nothing quite sets him off like the smiling face of his child first thing in the morning. His daughter had just passed the 13 month mark, with Kenji and his spouse throwing the most ridiculous party for her first birthday. Memories she’ll always have. Wandering further into the nursery, Kenji smiles at the soft babbles of ‘Dada! Dada!’ as he approaches the crib his daughter sleeps in. It’s with ease that he scoops her into his arms, nestling her against his hip before he showers her chunky cheeks in kisses. Her skin squishes beneath his lips, just like his spouse. God, the kid looked like them. Though, the unruly way her onyx hair stuck up all over her head, and the familiar glow in her indigo eyes were Sato traits through and through. As much of his spouse as he saw in their daughter, Kenji loved seeing parts of himself there too.

“How bout you and I share some coffee and get breakfast started?”

Kenji blinks, and finds himself staring at the ceiling of his bedroom once more. He rolls his head to the side; it was a quarter past 2. His arms are still warm with the weight of his child as he sits up in bed, and the realization that she doesn’t actually exist leaves Kenji feeling weary.

Yet. She didn’t exist yet.

Kenji’s been having this same, recurring dream for months now. It’s so vivid and warm, he nearly feels sick to wake up to his childless reality. Was this baby fever? He was certain of it. One thing has remained consistent after these dreams: the sight of his spouse sleeping beside them. He watches them with a curious sort of expression, eyes trailing the familiar slope of their spine; narrow trim of their waist leading to the plump swell of their ass

Fuck, he was going crazy.

Kenji crowds into their space, exhaling a sigh as he noses his way into their hair. He breathes them in deeply and the proximity alone is enough to have his cock stirring in his pajama pants. One, two, three kisses to their shoulder and Kenji is slowly trying to rouse them from their slumber. His palm presses flat to the warmth of their belly and he nearly chokes on the moan in the back of his throat. His darling spouse, full of his baby? Round, heavy and swollen with child? Actually fuck him sideways.

“Baby,” he croons, fingers digging into a warm hip as he presses his hips forward. His moan is nearly anguished at the feeling of their ass fitting into the crux of his hips. He’s grinding before he can stop himself with small, shallow motions that have his cock positively aching. Oh, how simple it would be to just peel back the layers that separated them, to sink into the warmth that was his spouse, and fuck them until they were dripping his cum. Kenji growls in frustration as his grip intensifies, the urge to breed them becoming almost unbearable.

“Baby, please wake up,” Kenji pleads, his voice uncharacteristically needy. He puts just enough space between their bodies to slide his hand passed the waistband of his pajama pants. He shudders as he squeezes the base of his cock, thick and aching with the urge to be inside his partner, to dump them full of his cum. He wants- no, needs to get them pregnant.

“There you are, angel,” Kenji sighs with relief as his partner beings to stir beside them, undoubtedly feeling how ridiculously hard he currently was. Apologies later, baby making first. “I had the dream again and.. fuck, I can’t wait anymore,” Kenji rambles, words slurring with need. “I want a baby. God, I want a baby so fucking bad.” He’s back to grinding, rutting his hips with pathetic little thrusts. “You don’t have to do anything, I swear. Just… Please, let me put a baby in you.”