Hidden among the thick branches of an oak tree, they leaned against the rough bark, watching as the figure below playfully splashed in the water.
Sunlight flickered on the surface, catching the delicate ankles dipping into the stream and creating small, rippling waves.
Long, emerald-green hair flowed down a slender back, moving gently in the soft breeze.
Star-like eyes shone brilliantly, drawing in every bit of light around them.
For it was clear that this exquisite beauty, with those enchanting eyes and flowing hair, belonged entirely to them.
A soft smile graced their lips as they reveled in the overwhelming feeling of ownership.
"Aaron," they called out softly, their voice playful and teasing, "should I come and join you?"
The beauty with long green hair turned abruptly, their playful mood shifting to one of irritation.
They faced the intruder who had interrupted their moment of bliss: it was their husband, Kris.
Why did he have to ruin this rare chance to enjoy themselves?
Finally, they had escaped the oppressive confines of the creepy mansion, only to have their fun cut short.
In their thoughts, they lamented how Kris had never been this obstructive before.
The beauty missed the silver-haired man, their only friend,
whom they hadn't seen in what felt like an eternity, even though they had promised Kris not to wander too much in the mansion.
But staying in the mansion didn't mean they had to give up seeing their friend altogether.
Their face settled into an adorably annoyed expression as they pouted slightly.
"Kris, oh, why did you call my name?" they complained, their voice filled with playful frustration.
"Look, you chased the fish away! I put all my effort into attracting them~"
Kris chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and quickly moved to bug the beauty with green hair.
Aaron stiffened momentarily as Kris's hands encircled his waist.
The touch felt almost like an invisible garment, so realistic it seemed as if Kris were wearing nothing at all,
yet his bare hands were firmly planted on Aaron's waist.
In Aaron's mind, he reflected on how, after their earlier conversation in the room that had left him feeling foolish,
his new husband, whom he had thought cold and distant, was now becoming unexpectedly clingy.
Kris's actions had shifted dramatically from detached to overly affectionate.
Aaron sensed Kris's unspoken desires behind his touches but chose to feign ignorance,
acting as though he didn't fully understand their meaning.
Of course, Aaron knew exactly what Kris's actions implied. As a senirips, he had spent much of his childhood poring over the extensive senirips book on maintaining a husband's favor and understanding his desires.
Recognizing the subtle signs of Kris's intentions was not difficult for him.
Despite this, Aaron found enjoyment in the game. He welcomed Kris's playful tricks and subtle advances, finding amusement in the way his husband tried to express his feelings.
Kris groaned awkwardly, taking a deep breath, his nose brushing against the base of Aaron's neck.
His hands, though seemingly unintentional, rubbed Aaron's waist in a way that suggested an underlying intention.
The touch was gentle and affectionate, gliding softly across Aaron's skin.
In Kris's mind, he was grappling with an unexpected and intense arousal.
He could feel his desire pressing firmly against Aaron, and he was thankful that Aaron seemed oblivious to it.
Kris felt frustration; he had always managed to control himself perfectly well before,
but since this senirips had entered his life, his self-control had crumbled like a fragile cookie.
The intoxicating scent emanating from Aaron's neck only heightened his frustration, making it increasingly difficult to restrain his feelings.
Kris took another deep breath, his lips brushing tantalizingly against Aaron's neck as he began to softly suck and nibble, driven by an overwhelming need he couldn't fully control.