The soft clatter of dishes in the kitchen pauses when Haruto's low voice calls from the bedroom—rough with sleep and fresh hunger.
"Erica… come back here."
She sets the spatula down, a small smile curling her lips as she pads barefoot back down the hallway—still completely naked, skin warm from the stove heat, nipples already perking again in the cooler air of the bedroom. The morning light spills brighter now through the curtains, golden and soft, painting her body in warm glows: faint red marks from last night still blooming on her hips and tits, inner thighs faintly sticky with dried traces of his cum.
Haruto lies sprawled on his back in the center of the bed—sheets kicked low around his waist, cock soft but thick against his thigh from the recent blowjob, chest rising slow and lazy. His eyes darken the moment she steps through the doorway, raking over her naked form like he's starving all over again.
He pats his chest once—firm, commanding—then crooks a finger.
