Fluff 5 with Batarou if youād like please! ā¤ļø
Badd is trying to pull on his hakama when he realizes there is something in the way of the waistband. At first, he thinks heās backed up against the corner of the bed or his desk, but then he turns around to see...
āGarou, Iām wholeass tryinā tā get dressed here. Can ya move your hands.ā
He does, but itās just to grope his cheeks.
āGarou.ā
āWhat? Iām appreciating the wholeass here.ā He squeezes.Ā āMmm...ā
Badd quickly twists his hips, and Garou has to let go. Now, heās facing his sulking face.Ā āDidnāt realize ya were a tits and ass man, Stretch.ā
As he tries to tie the sashes and button up, Garou pulls him in by the hem, rubbing his face against his stomach. Badd sighs and strokes his hair a little, for just a second, because he knows that if he doesnāt indulge him somewhat, Garou will get even more persistent. āItās not my fault all of you is so fucking soft.āĀ
Studying him up and down, Badd looks at all the Human Monsterās lean muscles, his tight skin, and his...well, distinct lack of ass.Ā āOh, youāre jealous,ā he teases, and then gets a bite in the belly for his joke.Ā āOw.ā
Garou somehow manages to both whine pathetically and glare up at him at the same time.Ā
āIf ya let me finish gettinā dressed so I can go tā work, I promise Iāll let ya appreciate the whole kitĀ ān caboodle when I get home.ā He traces Garouās sharp cheekbone with his thumb and leans in to kiss him softly.Ā āDeal?ā
āWait.ā Badd does, and he is quick and almost methodically groped from head to foot: chest, stomach, sides, back, ass and thighs. The whole thing somehow takes ten seconds tops.Ā āOkay, deal.ā













