Summary: After being apart for a week, Sutton can’t help but tease Kenji a little. Pointless smut.
Kenji has been texting her nonstop all afternoon, and as much as Sutton loves him, the constant buzzing of her phone is driving her crazy. He and Grayson have just gotten back from a week-long business trip, and though she missed him desperately and just wants to get home, she’s been swamped with paperwork in Grayson’s absence and is almost caught up. Sutton grumbles in frustration as her phone pings yet again, then rings immediately after.
“It’s after six, darling,” Kenji says when she answers.
“I know,” she replies distractedly. “I’m almost done, I swear.”
“You said that at four.”
“Yes, and someone keeps texting and calling me,” Sutton reminds him.
Kenji lets out a mock gasp. “Sutton. Does your boss know you carry your personal cell phone with you while you’re working?”
“He’s seen me use it, so I’m guessing yes,” she says snarkily.
She hears Kenji turn on the TV in the background, and something crinkling. “You better not be eating my salt and vinegar chips,” she says, stacking a few more papers on Grayson’s desk for him to sign.
There’s a drawn out pause, and a near silent crunch, and then Kenji says, “I’ll buy you more.”
“Kenji,” she says pleadingly. “You ate the last bag too.”
“I’ll go right now,” he promises. “And get wine.”
“Riesling?”
Kenji laughs. “What else, darling? See you soon.”
Sutton finally gets the last of the paperwork done just after 6:30 and hurries to catch the train. When she walks into their apartment, she comes to a dead stop at the sight before her. The entire place is spotless, dishes done and mail stacked neatly on the table. The apartment smells like apples and cinnamon, and she spots a candle flickering in the kitchen.
“Kenji?” she calls, shutting the door and locking it behind her.
He doesn’t answer, though she smirks at the sight of two bottles of her favorite wine and three bags of salt and vinegar chips on the coffee table as she walks into the living room. Two arms wrap around her from behind suddenly, Kenji’s familiar lips nuzzling against her neck and making her sigh.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, tilting her head back.
Kenji spins her around to face him, kissing her deeply.
“Welcome home, darling,” he says against her lips.
“Thank you. You cleaned?” she asks, looping her arms around his neck.
“I did. This place was a mess.”
“Hey! I’ve been busy,” she retorts.
“I know,” he says, swaying with her slightly.
“You know, I would have been home a lot sooner if you wouldn’t have kept bugging me,” she says cheekily.
Kenji smirks. “Should I just not miss you next time we’re apart that long?”
“Oh, shut up,” she grumbles playfully, kissing him again.
“I’m gonna go change,” she tells him after a minute.
He tells her he’ll pour the wine as she disappears into the bedroom.
“Ugh,” she grumbles, digging through her drawers. “I’m seriously behind on laundry.”
She spots something tucked at the back of her underwear drawer that makes her smile and gives her an idea, so she digs it out, putting it on after she strips out of her work clothes. Sutton puts her short black robe on, the one she knows Kenji loves because it shows off her legs, then saunters back out to the living room.
Kenji is lounging on the couch, two glasses of wine on the coffee table. His eyes darken when he sees her, his lips parting slightly.
“Sit,” Sutton tells him as he goes to stand, slowly making her way to the couch.
Kenji sinks back to the couch, staring at her as she stands in front of him, fiddling with the tie on her robe. She waits patiently until he takes a drink of his wine, then quickly unties her robe and drops it.
She feels guilty for half a second as Kenji’s eyes widen and he starts coughing violently mid-sip, setting his glass down hard. He stops soon enough, his face red, narrowing his eyes at her as she stands there nonchalantly.
“What the hell are you wearing?” he finally manages to ask.
Sutton glances down, running her finger over the thin white strip of lace at the top of the fabric on the long pink camisole. It’s her least favorite, least sexy piece of clothing. She really needs to toss it, though she’s kind of glad she kept it at the moment just for Kenji’s reaction right now. “What, this? I thought you liked it,” she says innocently.
Kenji looks almost horrified, and Sutton can’t keep herself from laughing any longer. He narrows his eyes at her as she starts laughing hard, gasping for breath and tears streaming down her face.
“Is this payback for distracting you at work?” he finally asks.
“I had to,” Sutton says, sucking in a breath through her laughter. “And I need to do laundry.”
Kenji grumbles. “You could have just worn nothing.”
“Hmm. I could have,” she says, then unceremoniously whips the offending garment over her head and tosses it to the side, leaving her in nothing but the lacy red underwear he knows she loves.
“Oh fuck, Sutton,” Kenji groans as she straddles him.
“I really did miss you,” she says, pressing her hips against his, Kenji hardening underneath her immediately.
“I missed you,” he says roughly, trailing his fingers down her naked back and dipping in the back of her underwear.
“You are far too overdressed,” Sutton points out, rolling her hips into his.
“I can fix that,” he says, nudging her to stand, then rising beside her and stripping out of his clothes.
He smirks when she stares at him, running her hands down his bare chest and stomach. “So did you miss me, or this-“
“Kenji, if you say ‘smoking hot body’, I will go to bed. Alone,” Sutton threatens.
Kenji narrows his eyes, slipping one hand teasingly into her underwear and brushing between her legs. “You sure about that, darling?” he asks.
Sutton whimpers despite herself as he easily pushes two fingers into her, gliding them in and out as she rocks against his hand.
“Mmm,” she sighs, closing her eyes, then gasps as he speeds up and curls his fingers, sinking her teeth into his shoulder as she comes.
There’s a smug grin on his face when she lifts her head up, and Sutton just shakes her head. “That wasn’t fair.”
“What, that I know what you like? Is that really a bad thing?”
Sutton tries to scowl, but he has a point. So she settles for kissing the smirk off his face instead, then kicks out of her underwear and tugs him into the bedroom, pushing him toward the bed. He goes easily, lounging back and watching as she crawls over him. She kisses him once, then settles between his legs, palming him slowly.
Kenji sucks in a pained breath, and she glances up. “As much as I love when you do that, I’ll never last tonight,” he says in a strangled voice.
“Hmm,” she murmurs, settling back on her knees. “What do you want, then?”
“I want to fuck you,” he says with a growl, making her suck in a breath at the intensity and obvious desire on his face.
Kenji sits up and rolls her to her back, pinning her hands over her head. He slams into her, and Sutton moans, wrapping a leg around his back as he thrusts hard against her.
“You feel so damn good, darling,” he groans, releasing her hands as she matches his movements, raking her fingers down his back.
He grunts when she slides her hands up into his hair and tugs, his lips finding hers in a messy kiss. Kenji trembles slightly above her, and she knows he’s close. He increases his pace, tilting his hips just slightly in the way he knows she likes.
“Kenji,” she moans.
He falters for just a second at the sound of his name in that tone, then slams into her again and again, until she comes apart, crying his name and squeezing her legs around him.
Her muscles spasm around him as Kenji reaches his release, groaning her name and dropping against her. Sutton slowly lowers her legs after a minute, her fingers gliding over his back as she catches her breath.
Kenji lifts himself up after a few minutes, kissing her deeply, then rolls to his back, tugging her to rest against his chest. Sutton curls against him, pressing her lips to his bare skin.
“I have a favor,” he says hesitantly after a minute.
“Hmm?” she mumbles.
He doesn’t answer, and it makes her a little nervous, until she props her elbow up on his chest and sees the smirk on his face.
“What?” she asks.
“Sutton. Darling. I love you. But you have to lose that pink number in the living room.”