![]() ![]() He actually watched it more than once actually, and then a couple too many times. It’s not like he didn’t watch the video when he got the notification for it. “I wanna see the full show this time.” He squeezed your waist, eliciting a gasp from you as he kissed along your jawline. “Think you can do it again?” He whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. But he cut you short, his lips trailing kisses from your cheek and moving to your ear. You raise your eyebrows, nodding slowly, understanding his line of thought and about to ask him if he liked it. “Your video,” he starts softly, stroking his fingers along your waistline, getting your breathing to quicken. “You okay?” You giggle as he pulled you towards him by your waist, your hands resting against his chest as he sends you a lewd look through his hooded eyes. But he stormed through the door first, greeting you a little too quickly, a soft peck on your forehead, eyeing the hoodie you were wearing and taking hold of your wrist, walking you to your bedroom in hurried steps. You hear Mitsuya’s bike screech to a halt outside your house and stroll to the door to say hi. The poses that have his mouth feeling dry all of a sudden. He hears the familiar audio and his mouth just keeps falling open further as he sees you let loose to the music and your hoodie quickly vanishing to show your figure and poses. You were posing at your bedroom door in a hoodie well his hoodie, but there was no return of it yet. Opening the notification about your new video, his hands clutch his phone tighter, trying not to drop it as his eyes widen at your video. He was on his phone, walking towards his bike, trying to get home to you and that’s when he sees it.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |