[ He hates it. He loves it. The way the other can stir him up, make him feel like frustration is a form of flirting. It’s clear from the way Junpei’s eyes regard House beneath his lashes that it’s working again, even as he keeps a look of cold disinterest on his face. ]
It’s tight.
[ The hand trails back up, feeling himself beneath both layers of fabric. How the lingerie hugs him so snugly. Follows every curve and dip like it was painted on.
House didn’t need to know how long he’d spent studying himself in the mirror, marveling at how even he thought he looked like a whole different person. Someone exciting, and confident, and sexy. ]
Your Japanese is impressive. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought it was written by a native pervert.
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It’s tight.
[ The hand trails back up, feeling himself beneath both layers of fabric. How the lingerie hugs him so snugly. Follows every curve and dip like it was painted on.
House didn’t need to know how long he’d spent studying himself in the mirror, marveling at how even he thought he looked like a whole different person. Someone exciting, and confident, and sexy. ]
Your Japanese is impressive. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought it was written by a native pervert.