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“Show me,” Megumi says.
Yuuji 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 at Megumi’s commanding tone. He hesitantly steps out of the bathroom to show Megumi the attire he’s bought specifically for Yuuji. The pink-haired boy nervously rubs his arms.
He's feeling more exposed and naked than he’s ever been despite the fact he’s still wearing something. Yuuji's cheeks 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 when he meets Megumi’s dilating green eyes, the older boy’s lip curling up, all too pleased by the presentation in front of him. His stomach 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 pleasantly at the idea of Megumi’s approval. His brain buzzes heavily, being clouded by a thick fog.
“I-is it okay?” Yuuji asks knowingly, but it doesn’t hurt to hear a response.
He wants to hear a verbal response to what Megumi thinks about his attire (well…the lack of).
Megumi lets out a rumbling agreement, a pleasant tone to his voice as he replies. “It looks good on you.”
Yuuji tries to mutter a thank you, or something along the line to show his appreciation but the words get stuck in his throat. Megumi’s smile only grew, the older boy setting down his book so he can come a little closer. Yuuji’s highly wary of the milliseconds it took for Megumi to close the gap between them with purpose, highly aware of the way Megumi’s touches against his naked skin sent an electrifying shiver.
“A finishing touch,” Megumi whispers.
A soft lace ribbon slips against Yuuji’s neck. The pink-haired boy didn’t move. Staying as still as possible to let Megumi work the lace around his neck like Megumi 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 him (something that Yuuji didn’t mind at all—being owned, that is, especially if his owner was Megumi).
Yuuji tries to stifle any noise, yet he could see his expression in the mirror.
He can see the way his cheeks turn a dark red, looking like he was going down with a fever, it could even be mistaken for an after-sex glow. A small tap against his neck is enough to pull him back to watching Megumi wrap the delicate black lace against his throat. Megumi’s pale fingers working to tie the fabric around his neck like a collar.
Yuuji inhales deeply when Megumi starts to tighten the lace, Yuuji's breath 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 at the tightness.
Megumi continues until he’s forming little bows right in front, the tails of the bow trailed down his chest.
It all accentuates his attire.
Yuuji's little black bralette that gently cups his mounds; the pink edges of the lingerie stand out even more. Yuuji whimpers when Megumi ran his hand down the sides, his thumb teasingly stretching the fabric of his lace panties.
“Perfect,” Megumi nips at his shoulder.
Yuuji can feel the heat spreading throughout his body at even the smallest touch, can feel his cock grow uncomfortable as it slowly grew erect; he gently grinds back at Megumi, trying to coax the older boy to do something.
“You look so beautiful,” Megumi praises.
The praise does something funny to Yuuji.
It’s almost embarrassing how much Megumi’s praise can affect him. It’s embarrassing how the burning pit in his stomach only grew.
“What do you think?” Megumi asks, gently turning Yuuji’s head towards the full body mirror.
Yuuji agrees.
He 𝘪𝘴 pretty.
He 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 pretty.
Megumi really chose the right fabrics and materials. The right designs. The right sizes. The lingerie accentuates his entire body, shows off his muscles and chest and—
“𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪,” Yuuji whimpers.
“Needy, aren’t you?” Megumi chuckles.
He cups at Yuuji’s chest and starts kneading them, pinching Yuuji’s nipples through the delicate material.
“Do you like it?”
Yuuji nods, breathy moans escaping his lip before he tilting his head up to kiss Megumi.
Staring right back at the boy as he replies, “I feel pretty.”