Matt peppered their face with more kisses, down their jaw and neck before tucking himself into their shoulder, seemingly content to lay there awhile. He had acted on his absolutely necessary urges, and so played with the lace of Saima’s top, a slight smile still stuck to his face.
“I want to sing for you, and play for you,” not exactly at that instant, far to comfortable nestled with them to consider moving, but in the future, “ah, and cook for you, and grow for you … I am an excellent homemaker, truly.” Laughing, again.
More and more kisses – such actions leaving them melting against the feel of Matt’s affection. It generated a kind of warmth and comfort that Saima couldn’t resist in the least – especially not when their lacy top was played with. That was a particularly lovely touch.
In the meantime, they would just lay there, content in the feeling of Matt nestled against them. “Ah. That sounds so lovely. I always did appreciate a good performance. And the likes of yours would be amazing.”
Chuckling a bit, they smile fondly at him. “Seems like you are quite the homemaker, consider me duly impressed and all too willing to assist at your side.”