#pleaselikethis

Kento is sitting at the kitchen table working through bills and bank statements. A normal thing a man his age does, but it makes you want to pounce him like a women with no class.

He uses his fingers to push up his reading glasses and you are positive you heard a heated growl emerge from your throat. His sleeves from his white undershirt rolled up showing the veins in his beefy arms. And his biceps straining against the shirt like the muscle was going to but out.

"You're staring." Kento speaks as he lifts his gaze from the paper in his hand to look at you. He takes in your heated and cloudy eyes and even though he's busy he knows what it means.

"Really? I'm going through bills." Kento speaks surprised by your suddenly hungry eyes and sultry smile.

"I know." Making it's because your ovulating that seeing him act like this is so hot. Or maybe it's because your in that phase of your life where you just want a baby and seeing his so responsible and determined with taking care of the house and you that it makes your brain dizzy and pussy purr.

You raise from the couch and make your way over to him. A hand finding his shoulder until it drapes around his neck so you can lift a leg over his lap and find a spot on him.

"We need to stop spending so much money on takeout." Kento spoke to you already putting his attention back on the papers in his hands despite your hands working on the buttons of his shirt. His head moving to the side to look past you and at his papers.

"Ken." You speak in a low whine and also a demanding tone hoping he'd click onto what you want already.

"Hey did you spend $700 on-"

"Ken, fuck a baby in me already." Ken's hands find the globes of your ass to lift you up and carry you up the stairs to your bedroom. And because he's such a responsible and caring man he does exactly as you ask.

So I wrote a sea shanty to the tune of Wellerman about Oscar Wildes The Picture of Dorian Gray for an assignment and I must share this. 

There once was a lad who was bright as day

The name of the lad was Dorian Gray 

He made a deal to sell his soul 

Of that he was quite afraid (huh)

Soon may the portrait change 

And we sing a song that is high in range 

One day when the boy has had enough 

He'll take his leave and go 

He had a friend who was an artist 

And a lord who thought he was the smartest 

So they lead him to his doom

He found himself in a tomb (huh)

Soon may the portrait change 

And we sing a song that is high in range 

One day when the boy has had enough 

He'll take his leave and go 

He had a love named Sybil Vane 

But when she performed badly it brought him pain 

And so the boy broke off their engagement 

Dorian felt some enragement 

Soon may the portrait change 

And we sing a song that is high in range 

One day when the boy has had enough 

He'll take his leave and go 

His visage never did alter

But his morals began to falter 

His portrait was vile

And for a while

He just hid it away (huh)

Soon may the portrait change 

And we sing a song that is high in range 

One day when the boy has had enough 

He'll take his leave and go 

For many years he thought he was freed

But what remained were his vices and greed

He found another love

Her name was Hetty 

So he spared that girl (huh) 

Soon may the portrait change 

And we sing a song that is high in range 

One day when the boy has had enough 

He'll take his leave and go 

As far as I've heard he killed his friend

And so our story nears its end 

Oscar Wilde wrote quite a tale 

To be told over a bottle of ale (huh)

There once was a lad who was bright as day

The name of the lad was Dorian Gray 

He made a deal to sell his soul 

Of that he was quite afraid (huh)

There once was a lad who was bright as day

The name of the lad was Dorian Gray 

He made a deal to sell his soul