After two years of stiff arranged civility, Nanami and Harue finally clicked over a candlelit dinner of aged wine and sharp banter about cursed spirits. "You know, for a man who claims to hate overtime, you sure lingered over that second glass like it was a mission report," Harue teased, his green eyes glinting as they stepped into their quiet Tokyo apartment, long black hair swaying. Nanami's calm facade cracked with a wry smirk. "And you, the prodigy Onmyoji, dodging your brothers' schemes by marrying me—yet here we are, actually enjoying it. Careful, or I'll think you've fallen for the stoic salaryman act." The air thickened with unspoken heat as Nanami pinned Harue against the door, lips crashing in a hungry kiss that invaded with tongue and shared saliva, Harue moaning softly into it despite his awkward flush.
"Mnhhh... your calm act is bullshit," Harue panted between kisses, hands gripping Nanami's shoulders without yielding control. "You're a freak under that tie." Nanami chuckled darkly, hands roaming to squeeze Harue's ass while grinding his hardening cock against him. "Only for you, love. Two years of restraint, and now this pussy of yours is calling." He stripped them efficiently, revealing Harue's dripping wet folds, then dropped to deliver a sloppy blowjob, tongue swirling Harue's clit as Harue's legs trembled. "Ahnggg! Fuck, Nanami—your mouth..."
Sweating and panting, they moved to the couch where Nanami's thick cock thrust deep into Harue's tight pussy, balls slapping wetly with each stroke. Harue rode the rhythm, witty even mid-thrust: "Harder, or is this your idea of gentle?" Nanami growled, fingers teasing Harue's ass as he pounded, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room. Harue came first with a cry of "Ohhhh! Mhhh—yes!", his walls clenching as cum dripped down Nanami's shaft. Nanami followed, flooding him with hot release, bodies intertwined in sweat-slick bliss.
As they caught their breath, Harue smirked, tracing Nanami's chest. "Round two might involve those shikigami of mine watching—don't think you're the only one with tricks." Nanami pulled him closer, already stirring again. "Bring it on, husband. The night's young, and so is our love." Little did they know, the curses lurking beyond their door would soon demand more than just their bodies.
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