Nanami Kento

The days Kento wasn't working were days that Kento was the happiest. Having a stifling job often got to him, even if it was one as important as being a sorcerer.

Regardless, he'd much rather spend time with his partner, you.

And this one Saturday evening was the perfect time for it. After a day just cuddling in bed after a marathon of sex, you and Kento spent the evening in the kitchen cooking dinner.

It was the simple, domestic stuff that Kento really enjoyed. Sharing something he loved doing with the person he loved was more than he could ever ask for. For Kento, the most natural thing after eating would to be to bake something special with you.

And so... that's what you and Kento did.

"Honey, have a look in the pantry. I specifically bought the red food colouring for this moment." Kento says, calm and patient as you looked through every cabinet for the fickle bottle of red colouring. Kento was standing in front of the island counter, his white dress shirt rolled up to his biceps.

His biceps flexed attractively as he mixed the cake batter in a steel bowl, his thin brows knitted together in concentration. He was wearing a soft pink apron with hearts, tied neatly around his waist. As neat as Kento is himself. Not a speck of flour or batter adorned his clothing. Not a crinkle in his clothes. Not a hair out of place.

He was perfection itself.

Without looking towards you, Kento says, "While you're there, can you get the flour again? Batter's looking too watery..."

Kento's hawklike eyes was already analysing and mentally calculating how much of each ingredient he needed to create the perfect red velvet cake. He was already thinking into the future on how he wanted to decorate it too... maybe he'd add some cherries so he could watch you tie it with your tongue later.

Kento's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a firm spank of his right cheek. The man stiffened for a moment, the whisking movements stilled as he felt your presence by his side.

He slowly turned his head over his shoulder, his gaze dropping to the white, powdery handprint on his right cheek. Kento sighed, though couldn't bring himself to be annoyed with you. It was you, after all.

Even still, Kento lifted his stony gaze to you, one thin brow arched in accusation. The whisk was still in his hand, batter dripping from the metal.

"Did you just spank me?"