Summary/Note: Just a little NSFW moment between Kenji and Sutton.
Sutton wakes with a start, the wailing of a siren growing louder as an ambulance zooms by, the flashing red and blue lights just visible through the curtains. The sound fades as rapidly as it came on, but Sutton can’t fall back asleep. She’s always been a light sleeper, and it’s only been worse since she came back from the Prism World. Sutton rolls over and Kenji grunts as her arm collides with his back.
“Sleeping,” he mumbles incoherently.
Sutton smiles, trying not to laugh as Kenji sprawls out even further, taking up most of the bed.
She sighs, fluffing up her pillow and laying on her back. Eventually, when her phone says 5:17, she starts inching her way out of bed. Kenji is usually a heavy sleeper, but he almost always wakes as soon as she tries to get up. He affectionately calls it his “Sutton radar”. Sure enough, when her foot is just about off the edge of the bed, he immediately rolls over and wraps his arm around her waist.
“It’s too early,” Kenji yawns, nuzzling against the back of her neck.
He sleepily pushes her hair aside to kiss along her shoulder and just below her ear. She can hear him chuckle quietly when she shivers, goosebumps rising on her skin.
“I can’t sleep anymore.”
“Sure you can. Just shut your eyes. Count Kenjis,” he says sleepily.
Sutton snorts out a laugh. “I know exactly one Kenji. So that won’t help.”
He mumbles something, kissing her shoulder again, and she can tell he’s nearly back asleep. She slowly eases his arm up after a few minutes, and he immediately wakes again.
“Still too early, Sutton.”
“Just let me get coffee and I’ll come right back to bed,” she promises.
“No coffee in bed,” he reminds her.
“But I need coffee.”
Kenji rolls her over suddenly, and she can feel him staring down at her even in the darkness of the room.
“I think you need to stay in bed,” he counters.
She senses him leaning down, can feel his lips hovering over hers, then just barely brushing over her mouth in a feather-light kiss.
“You could maybe persuade me to wait for coffee,” she sighs, sliding her hands around his neck and running them through his sleep-mussed hair.
“Only maybe?” he asks, his breath warm against her neck as he kisses from her ear down to her collarbone, hitting all the spots he knows drive her crazy.
“Yes, maybe,” she teases him in a low voice, ending on a gasp when he wedges a leg between hers, pressing up against her through the thin material of her pajama shorts and underwear.
Her fingers tighten in his hair as he sucks at her neck.
“You wound me, darling,” Kenji mumbles, gliding his hand just under her tank top before pulling it over her head.
He walks his fingers teasingly up the flat planes of her stomach, trailing just under her breasts. His lips burn a slow path down her chest, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin of her breasts until she’s restlessly pressing her hips into his.
Rising to his knees, Kenji tugs his t-shirt over his head. Sutton stares at him briefly, his bare chest just barely illuminated from the streetlamp outside. She sees a grin flash across his face. “I feel you staring.”
“Just imagining you’re a cup of coffee,” Sutton retorts with a cheeky smile, shrieking quietly when he suddenly hauls her upright, sitting down on the bed and settling her on his lap so she’s straddling him.
Her hips rocks against him instinctively, a sigh escaping her mouth at the feel of his bare skin pressing against hers, the way he hardens underneath her.
“You know this would be more fun if we were naked,” Kenji says, pointedly tugging at the waistband of her shorts.
She murmurs her agreement, giggling a little as he yawns again, then climbs off his lap and lays down, raising her hips so Kenji can pull her pajama shorts and underwear down.
“Am I boring you?” she asks, her breath hitching when he slides two fingers easily into her wet folds.
“Never, darling,” he reassures her. “It’s just early.”
“Mmm,” she moans, thrusting against his hand as he curls his fingers.
Heat pools in her belly, that familiar warmth spreading through her, and as good as Kenji is with his hand and his mouth against her skin, she just wants him inside her right now.
Sutton nudges him back up when he starts kissing his way back down her chest. “I just want you,” she says quietly.
Kenji murmurs something against her skin, slipping out of his boxers and kissing her deeply as he pushes into her. They settle easily into an unhurried pace, kissing each other languidly as they move together. Her legs wrap around his waist, one of her hands tracing lazy patterns over his back and shoulder. She loves Kenji in the early mornings, when he’s still sleepy and takes his time. She loves him impatient and teasing too, how desperate he seems for her at times, but there’s just something about him like this.
Kenji tangles his free hand with hers as he braces himself above her, tilting his hips, and Sutton sucks in a breath as he hits her in just the right spot.
“Oh,” she whispers, squeezing her legs around him.
“You feel good, darling,” she hears him murmur against her ear as he starts moving a little faster against her.
“So do you,” she sighs, moaning his name as he squeezes her hand and thrusts into her harder.
“I love hearing you say my name like that,” he groans.
“Kenji,” she moans again, shivering at the possessive way he suddenly slams into her.
He releases her hand, slipping it between them and brushing his thumb over her clit until she comes with a gasp, her legs tightening around his back, her muscles clenching around him.
“Sutton,” he says with a guttural groan, and she can feel the slight way his muscles tremble under her fingertips as he spills inside her.
His breathing is ragged against her flushed skin as he rests on top of her, his weight warm and welcoming as they catch their breath. Sutton slides her fingers into his hair, running them through the soft strands and smiling at the way he sighs in pleasure.
Kenji moves to the side after a few minutes, pulling her against him until they’re laying chest to chest, his lips sleepily seeking hers.
“G’night,” he mumbles, closing his eyes.
Sutton laughs quietly. “It’s morning.”
“I’m tired.”
“I’ll bring you coffee,” she offers.
“Don’t even think about it,” Kenji warns her, his eyes opening again.
“I could make you tea.”
“You’re terrible at making tea.”
“Hey!” she protests, smacking his shoulder lightly.
Kenji sighs. “You’re not letting me go back to sleep, are you?”
“I mean, you can…” she trails off, then grins at him suggestively as she climbs out of bed.
She doesn’t miss the way he groans at the sight of her, still flushed and naked.
“I’m getting coffee,” she murmurs. “And then showering. Will you be joining me, Mr. Katsaros?”
He grumbles once, half-heartedly, before also climbing out of bed and slinging his arms around her waist, kissing her lightly. “Of course I am. You’re very persuasive, Mrs. Katsaros.”