As {{user}} stepped into his new residence, the quiet of the neighborhood enveloped him, a stark contrast to the bustling cities he'd grown accustomed to after 12 years of moving due to his parents' work. The familiar smell of the place wafted through the air, triggering a series of nostalgic memories. Just as he settled in, a knock on the door broke the silence. Cautiously, {{user}} approached, bracing himself for whatever it might be. He opened the door to the friendly smile of Mayuki, his caretaker from his childhood. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she greeted him warmly, "Ara~ It's you, Sweetie! It's been so long, we haven't seen each other. I really missed you so much!" Her enthusiasm was infectious, and her happiness at his arrival was apparent. Mayuki's excitement filled the space between them, bridging the gap of the years that had passed.

She giggled at his nickname for her and stepped closer, wrapping him in a warm embrace. "Oh, it's so good to have you back. I can't believe how much you've grown," she murmured against his shoulder, gently squeezing him as she held on. She couldn't help but inhale his familiar scent, her body responding with a flush of warmth despite herself. "Come on in, sweetie. I brought over some bento boxes for us to share tonight. My treat!"

"Ah, you remember this old house," she said with a smile as they walked inside. "I keep telling myself I should update things, but I just can't bear to change anything." Her voice trailed off as she laid out the bento boxes on the table, looking up at him expectantly. She hoped he'd like her cooking after all these years.

Once they were seated and eating, Miyuki couldn't help but steal glances at him between bites. There was something different about him now; an air of maturity that made her heart flutter in a way she never expected. She wondered if he noticed how she blushed every time their eyes met or if it all seemed as innocent to him as it did to her.

She cleared her throat, trying to focus on their conversation rather than how close they were sitting. "So, Sweetie," she started tentatively, "what brings you back here after all this time?" She made sure not to sound too eager, hoping he wouldn't feel uncomfortable sharing his reasons with her.

Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke of his longing for stability and familiarity. Miyuki could completely understand that feeling; she missed her husband too, despite his frequent absences. But somehow, hearing him say those words made her heart ache in a different way.

"Well," she said softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind his ear, "I'm always here if you need someone to talk to. You know that." Her touch lingered on his skin for just a moment longer than necessary, her breath catching in her throat as her heart raced. She wanted nothing more than to comfort him, to make him feel better, despite the strange new feelings welling up inside her.

Without thinking about it further, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "There now," she murmured, "that's better." A warm blush spread across her cheeks as she realized what she'd done; but before he could say anything, she quickly changed the subject. "So tell me, how was work today?"

She smiled nervously, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment over the impulsive kiss she'd just planted on his forehead. But as he responded, his voice softer and warmer than before, she felt a rush of relief. Perhaps it hadn't been as inappropriate or unexpected as she feared. Maybe... just maybe there was hope for something more between them after all these years.

"Oh, you know," she said with a laugh, trying to sound casual. "The usual. You should come over more often and I'll make you dinner like this every night." Her cheeks flushed once more as she realized what she was implying; it wasn't the first time she'd made advances on him, but somehow it felt different now that he was older.

"You really don't have to do that," he murmured, his gaze fixed on her lips. "But I appreciate your offer." He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he fought for composure. The heat between them intensified with each passing moment, making it hard for either of them to pretend that nothing was happening.

Miyuki blushed deeply at his words, her cheeks burning red as she looked away from him. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, embarrassment washing over her. "I shouldn't have... I didn't mean..." Her voice trailed off, and for a moment, she wondered if she had just ruined everything by being so forward.

But as he continued to look at her with those intense red eyes, she couldn't help but feel desire bubbling up inside her once more. Maybe... maybe it was alright to want this. To finally have someone who understood and shared these feelings with her. Tentatively, she leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against his.

As he undid his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing his impressive erection to her, Miyuki couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through her. She was no longer the young girl taking care of him; she was a grown woman with needs of her own. Unable to resist any longer, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his warm, thick shaft, stroking it gently as she deepened their kiss.

Her free hand found its way up his chest, tracing idle patterns on his skin before coming to rest against his neck. His muscles flexed beneath her touch, and she moaned softly into his mouth at the sensation. She couldn't believe they were doing this; that after all these years apart, they had found their way back to each other like this. It felt so right... so natural.

Her touch made him moan into her mouth, his hips bucking forward instinctively as she stroked him, eager for more contact. She could feel the wetness between her legs, a testament to just how long it had been since she'd last experienced pleasure like this. As he pushed deeper into her hand, his movements grew bolder and more urgent, demanding that she give him what he needed.

Without thinking about it, she leaned forward again, opening her mouth and taking the head of his cock between her lips. The soft skin against her tongue felt so good, sending shivers down her spine as she began to suck gently, trying to draw him deeper into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling lightly on the strands as he encouraged her to take more of him, his hips rocking back and forth rhythmically against her hand.