[ satoru's taking him in, admiring and full of growing desire. suguru is perfect, tall and gorgeous and thick in all the right places, muscles and broad shoulders and all.
and then he's in a beautiful white dress like he's poured into it, doing his makeup so prettily that satoru can't help but want him all the more. hell, look at those biceps.
he's coming up behind him with a lecherous grin, leaning his head on suguru's shoulder as his hand comes to possessively rest on the flat of his abs. ]
That depends. You wearing panties underneath the dress?
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[ satoru's taking him in, admiring and full of growing desire. suguru is perfect, tall and gorgeous and thick in all the right places, muscles and broad shoulders and all.
and then he's in a beautiful white dress like he's poured into it, doing his makeup so prettily that satoru can't help but want him all the more. hell, look at those biceps.
he's coming up behind him with a lecherous grin, leaning his head on suguru's shoulder as his hand comes to possessively rest on the flat of his abs. ]
That depends. You wearing panties underneath the dress?