#kodonomae

“Uh.” Kodonomae sounded almost as confused as Akifusa felt. “Well, he’s shaking now, so… not great.”

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Great?! Akifusa whipped his head up. A small, lopsided grin tugged at Kodonomae’s mouth; his posture had slackened, muscles relaxed. He was… he was serious about this, then. About wanting to humiliate him, to order him around, all under Tomonori’s keen-eyed supervision—

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Tomonori didn’t bat an eye. “Ah, Variant Thirteen-B of the Toy Soldier. You have excellent taste. Anything else?"

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“No, no. I know what the sign says. What I want to know is what you want, Kotokura. Get a peek inside that twisted mind of yours.”

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“Some kind of club?” Kodonomae scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck, thick bicep flexing. He was so ridiculously buff, even the tiniest movement showed off a whole new set of muscles; he towered over Tomonori like a baffled tiger over an amused, unruffled housecat. It was only a matter of time until Tomonori started purring and batting at his tail. Akifusa swallowed, heartbeat accelerating.

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