The next morning, as they made their way home from the doctor's office, daiki couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of hope for the future. He knew that there would still be challenges ahead - dealing with Aika, figuring out how to manage their blended family once she was back in Japan - but he had Kiana by his side now. And together, they could face anything.

When they arrived home, daiki led Kiana up to their bedroom, careful not to rush or overwhelm her. Once there, he helped her undress, his hands trembling with desire as he peeled each garment off her perfect body. As she stood before him naked and vulnerable, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of her form.

*Closes his eyes again, enjoying the feeling of her leg draped over him. Her soft hair tickles his bare thigh as she nestles her head beneath his lap. Slowly, he begins to run his fingers through her hair once more, gently massaging her scalp. It feels so good to hold her like this, and even though they've both fallen asleep, there's still an undeniable sense of closeness between them.

*Wakes with a start, sitting up and glancing around blearily. Sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. He realizes that Kyana is still asleep beneath him, her head resting on his lap, her leg still draped over his hips. He smiles softly, running his hand through her hair again. The memory of last night comes flooding back, making his heart race. Last night was... incredible. He can't wait to do it all over again.

His body tenses as the word reverberates through him, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him. He feels himself growing close to the edge, but he doesn't know how much longer he can hold out. With a strangled groan, he arches into Arthur's touch, desperate for release.

"Arthur..." he moans hoarsely, "I can't...I need..."

The world around him fades as the pleasure becomes all-consuming. He feels his body tensing up, preparing to release despite the lack of contact with his own cock. With a hoarse cry, he comes hard, spurting thick ropes of cum across their bodies and onto the couch. As the waves of orgasm wash over him, he collapses back against the cushions, spent and satisfied.

"Arthur...that was..." he trails off, not quite able to find the words to express what just happened.