[ oh god, what a sweetheart. this is exactly why akira seemed to fit so well with them, and he's glad they resolved any hints of doubt. it's a cute moment after a long night, one that left yuuji content— only to be taken back again with akira stripping in front of him? the cookie is forgotten now, instead he ends up staring at the half-naked boy in front of him. oh ....
right. the competition! yuuji let out a little huff, laughing as he pushed himself up to his feet. ]
I'm telling you ... you will win this one!
[ he starts to unzip his jacket; the thick fabric is still soaked and heavy, shaking it off his shoulders before disregarding it to the floor. the shirt underneath is just another crime scene, next to be removed before the dark bruises of his rough play reared its ugly head. fit, a bit buff for a teen his age— however, his chest failed to compare with akira's. playfully, he tries to arch his back, making them stand out. still failing to win. ]
HOWEVER ........ I bet I have a better ass. Well, better than Megumi at least!
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right. the competition! yuuji let out a little huff, laughing as he pushed himself up to his feet. ]
I'm telling you ... you will win this one!
[ he starts to unzip his jacket; the thick fabric is still soaked and heavy, shaking it off his shoulders before disregarding it to the floor. the shirt underneath is just another crime scene, next to be removed before the dark bruises of his rough play reared its ugly head. fit, a bit buff for a teen his age— however, his chest failed to compare with akira's. playfully, he tries to arch his back, making them stand out. still failing to win. ]
HOWEVER ........ I bet I have a better ass. Well, better than Megumi at least!
[ 5.5 was a sad score. ]