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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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.