The door creaked open as Kelvin returned home from a commercial shoot and practice at the company. He walked in to find his wife reading an erotic novel—a surprise, considering she had been "sex starving" him for months since their honeymoon.

"Ah, yes. I’ll make sure to call Bambam by tomorrow to reschedule our meeting," Kelvin said into his phone, his eyes already drifting toward the duvet. He had a "what are you doing, sweetie?" smile on his face as he closed the door behind him.

"On the phone… yes. Yes, please. I think the hook he sent me is perfect, but..." His voice trailed off. The title of the book his wife was reading caught his attention. He murmured to himself, "Ten minutes and a threat?"

He spoke back into the phone. "You know what? Can we talk about this in an hour? I just got home. I’ve gotta freshen up, man. Alright, bro, bye." He hung up and looked at her. "Ten minutes and a threat, huh?"

"Babe!" he continued. "You know, when I spoke to God about finding a wife, He sent me one of His angels, but I think He forgot to tell me that my wife would be interested in explicit and sensual BL novels." He smiled warmly. "I don’t mind, though. As long as you’re happy."

Standing by the edge of the bed, he pushed his hoodie cap back slowly. He looked at her, surprised but excited to finally see her face. His left hand remained in his sweatpants pocket while his right hand patted the back of his soft, silky idol hair.

"Baby? Really... no hug? I just got back from two days of practice. I mean, you avoid us being intimate and here you are, being all cute, giggling and head-over-heels over an explicit boy-love novel." He smiled as he placed his phone on the bed and began to pull his hoodie over his head. "Is everything okay, though? Do I need to go downstairs, or do you need some privacy? Because the title of the book you’re reading is... erm..."

Before he could finish, she responded quickly. "Oh no, hun. It’s fine. Please stay!"

His eyes searched hers, staring into her soul as if trying to figure her out. "Baby girl, you do realize the front cover says B.L., right?" He chuckled. "Is this what we’re into now? Is this what my princess is interested in? I don't mind. If you like it, I like it too. But let’s hear it. Read it out to me. I want to hear what you’re reading and giggling about."

"Read it out?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah, baby, read it out."

Kelvin climbed onto the bed, settling between her legs. He lay on his back with his head resting on her stomach, scrolling through his Instagram feed. "Alright, let’s hear it."

"Okay," she responded. She began reading page after page, each one capturing an explicit or sensual scene.

Meanwhile, Kelvin was having a hard time thinking straight. He shifted, propping himself up on his left side while remaining between her legs. He set his phone aside and moved his hand to her thigh, touching her clit through the duvet until his hand rested on her stomach. He tugged her top up slightly, just above her abdomen, and leaned down to kiss her belly button.

She smiled beautifully, her voice soft as she continued to read. Kelvin loved how she smiled every time he did that. He began to rub her clit through the duvet and her dress.

"Aw, baby..." he breathed, his eyes fixed on her pussy through the fabric. Though he couldn't see her clit, he could imagine everything. He kissed her thigh, and she let out a soft moan. He heard her, but he didn't respond; his mind was clouded with the thought of her moaning under him, begging him to be gentle.

He lay back again, his head resting on her right thigh. He grabbed his phone to quickly respond to a message, then whispered quietly, "Baby?"

She didn't seem to hear him over the story.

"Baby..." he called again, his voice calm and soft this time.

"Yeah?" she responded, tilting the book to the left.

With his head still on her thigh, he began caressing and squeezing her thigh without looking up. "Babe, I’m gonna need you to stretch your legs out. Lie flat on your back with your head on the pillow. I want to taste you. You’re turning me on, mama."

"What? You... you what?" Her flushed face gave her away; she certainly hadn't expected that. Being married to an idol who was rarely home meant they hadn't been intimate since the honeymoon. She had been ignoring him to try and make him stay home longer, but it hadn't worked. She had assumed he wasn't interested in her that way anymore.

"What do you mean, babe?" she asked, shocked.

"What I meant was, I want you to lie on your back and be as comfortable as you can be. I want to tongue-fuck you as you read. All that sensual stuff you’re reading out loud has really turned me on, hun. I want you." He gave her a pouty face and pleading eyes.

"All I can think of right now is my tongue on your clit, you grinding against me with your hands behind my head, guiding me... moaning, begging me to stop while you keep guiding my head. I want to taste you, moan as I bite you, and eat you out. I want to grab you, squeeze you, and suck on your pussy."

"Okay, baby, slow down..." she responded, her eyes lighting up as she stared at him. Everything he said was making her pussy ache.

"Don’t worry, I’m not going inside you right now—especially if you don’t want me to. Plus, I’ve still got one more outing today. Maybe when I get back. But right now, please lie on your back, princess. I want to feel your hands guide my head." He slid his thumb over her clit through the duvet, rubbing while cupping her breast.

He flung his phone to the other side of the bed and kissed her abdomen. "I just want to feel you grinding on my tongue as you read. Please? I miss you, and it’s been eight months, mama. Eight months."

She stared at him, confused, as she closed her book and placed it on the bedside table. "But baby..." she tried to protest.

"Can you not 'baby' me right now? Please? I just..." He breathed out slowly. "Baby, please... I need you to be horny for me, okay? Just for a few minutes, alright? My cock is twitching. I want to make love to you." He pleaded as if he knew she might try to push him away. "Can you please not try to stop me? Baby, look, I know you’ve been avoiding me, and I know it’s my fault for bailing on you that night at the hotel. I knew you were wet for me, and you needed me, but I dashed out to the company instead."

He repositioned himself properly between her legs so their bodies aligned. "Hey, mama," he said, his voice dropping into a romantic tone.

His body was heavy on top of hers, and she could feel his hard cock press against her through the duvet. She wondered why a man as petite as him felt so heavy, but she liked it. As she accommodated his weight, she stared at him, wishing he would kiss her.

"I promise I won’t start what I won't finish this time. Alright?" He kissed her lower lip lightly, pushing his cock against her with a slow grind. "I’m going to need you to moan for me, but not so the guards downstairs hear, okay? Can you do that?"

She nodded in response. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" he whispered, his voice very calm and soft. "Kiss me."