[ 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?
[ the question makes him laugh, capping the lipstick and dropping it back to the vanity. ] What do you think, Satoru? Am I so shameless to go around without panties on?
[ he isn't wearing anything beneath the dress, but he'll let satoru find that out for himself. he places a tender hand on satoru's as he studies his husband in the mirror. while he can't see all of him, he can feel the lean, lanky body pressing against his, the dick snug against his ass. and that stupid scream face mask, of course, but he can forgive it.
part of him wants to stay in; no one else would get the chance to look at satoru, and he knows where this will end: with satoru's cock in him. ]
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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?
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[ he isn't wearing anything beneath the dress, but he'll let satoru find that out for himself. he places a tender hand on satoru's as he studies his husband in the mirror. while he can't see all of him, he can feel the lean, lanky body pressing against his, the dick snug against his ass. and that stupid scream face mask, of course, but he can forgive it.
part of him wants to stay in; no one else would get the chance to look at satoru, and he knows where this will end: with satoru's cock in him. ]