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Suguru was out cold, curled on his side facing away from the door, one long leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out and that was just his usual pose to find comfort in and sleep but that's not what Satoru's eyes fell upon.
Suguru was— he was—
Satoru felt his lips fall open and his grip loosened on the blanket, eyes widening.
Suguru was wearing some sort of an oversized sleep shirt that he probably either borrowed from Satoru or it was his own and if it really was Satoru’s shirt, that little thief, Satoru didn't mind though.
His shirt had ridden all the way up to the middle of his back, exposing the smooth dip of his spine and the obscene swell of his hips and below that—
Were those fucking panties that Suguru wore?
Fuck, Suguru was wearing panties.
Or where,
satoru knows that more or less he exceeds limits sometimes just to get his own way with many things but he thinks that maybe getting dango with his best friend in a shitty and cheap hotel room after an exhausting mission wasn't really something that should be limited to him.
but maybe it wasn't really dango what he was hungry for.
Bookmarked by ssincerp
18 Apr 2026
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“Sir Varka, if I may ask,”
“Yea- Whoa! Flins?!”
Varka froze solid before he could even finish the first word of his reply, blue eyes wide as an owl with his hands instinctively thrown into air.
Because why was Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, the elegant gentleman of a fae who had always maintained a polite distance, pressing himself flat against Varka’s body with his face nuzzled into the midline of Varka’s chest, all while shamelessly slotting his leg right between the knight’s?
And those eyes, those damn irises bright as stars in the night sky that was Flins’s dark-rimmed eyes and shadow-like hair, were half-lidded and gazing straight into Varka’s very soul.
“Why haven’t you bedded me yet?”
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- Part 1 of Mass Retirement
Bookmarked by ssincerp
04 Jan 2026