[ Yuzuki's shadow happily returns those nuzzles, and, with a sound somewhere between a breathy sigh and a purr, intersperses the nuzzles with gentle little kisses lighter than the brush of a butterfly's wings. ]
Oh, hello. [ And that's Yuzuki, still behind the curtain, murmuring in d e e p appreciation. The fabrics, the fit — hot damn. ]
[ He steps out, bright-eyed and tail swishing, and glides through the opening steps of a classic ballroom dance. ]
Macaque watches the shadows, nearly entranced by their sweet cuddling. He always made sure that his shadows knew that they had him, that they had plenty to do, but he never considered that they may be attention starved. He'll have to thank Yuzuki for this.
His attention is caught by Yuzuki's voice, and he watches the curtain with anticipation before Yuzuki emerges, dressed in--
Macaque shows his appreciation with a low whistle. "Damn."
[ Yes. Good. Excellent. Yuzuki pulls him close, one hand coming to rest warm against his waist while the other cups his cheek, and proceeds to show off what an incredibly fast learner he is. It's one hell of a kiss given his lack of experience, and it's just hot enough, lasts just long enough, to hopefully leave Macaque craving more. ]
Mm. Would you like to join me for the rest, or are you still looking?
Macaque so rarely experiences a kiss that kicks up so many feelings, both physical and otherwise, that it makes him shiver to the tip of his tail, but this is one such time. They just met, and he's left wondering how the fuck he lived without this in his life.
Although priding himself on never being lost for words, Macaque is nearly there when they part.
"Happy to join you," he says, gathering a few pieces that he's been eyeing while Yuzuki changed. "Lead on."
[ I could get used to this, Yuzuki thinks, and — ]
[ ... You know what? ]
[ He's just gonna leave it there. The Thought has been parked. The handbrake is on. And his hand reaches for Macaque's, as they walk together to the changing room. ]
I do hope you'll allow me to return the favour sometime. [ Yuzuki somehow turns the simple act of undressing into a work of art. ] You're gorgeous.
Macaque half undresses himself, half watches Yuzuki make a glorious show of slipping out of the clothes that Macaque suggested for him. And then Yuzuki's compliment, and pardon him if his face feels as though it'll shatter from over-smiling.
"Anytime you like. Consider me your ready and willing model."
He slides on a button-down shirt, deep red to match his mask, along with black pants that hug him in all the right places.
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Oh, hello. [ And that's Yuzuki, still behind the curtain, murmuring in d e e p appreciation. The fabrics, the fit — hot damn. ]
[ He steps out, bright-eyed and tail swishing, and glides through the opening steps of a classic ballroom dance. ]
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His attention is caught by Yuzuki's voice, and he watches the curtain with anticipation before Yuzuki emerges, dressed in--
Macaque shows his appreciation with a low whistle. "Damn."
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You, Macaque, have truly impeccable taste. May I kiss you about it?
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"I do. And you may." He steps forward to meet Yuzuki.
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Mm. Would you like to join me for the rest, or are you still looking?
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Although priding himself on never being lost for words, Macaque is nearly there when they part.
"Happy to join you," he says, gathering a few pieces that he's been eyeing while Yuzuki changed. "Lead on."
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[ ... You know what? ]
[ He's just gonna leave it there. The Thought has been parked. The handbrake is on. And his hand reaches for Macaque's, as they walk together to the changing room. ]
I do hope you'll allow me to return the favour sometime. [ Yuzuki somehow turns the simple act of undressing into a work of art. ] You're gorgeous.
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"Anytime you like. Consider me your ready and willing model."
He slides on a button-down shirt, deep red to match his mask, along with black pants that hug him in all the right places.