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Tsuzuru was known for his creative imagination, the entire reason he wanted to be a playwright. He often scribbled little ideas and plot thoughts onto a piece of paper or in a journal and put it in his room when it became full.
He never thought that his boyfriend would stumble upon it one day while searching for triangles in his room as he wrote for a new script not even five feet away, completely unaware.
Until the day Misumi decided to surprise him with that outfit he wore for the modeling gig with Omi…
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“M-Misumi…you really don’t have to do this…” The brunette choked out, wide aquamarine eyes taking in every inch of his love’s athletic build while the outfit outlined every part that he adored, just like he remembered it to when the other had first adorned it for the magazine.
“Eh~? But Tsuzu rea~lly likes this outfit.” giggled the light haired male, leaning closer and throwing a leg over Tsuzuru’s lap and settling himself onto the spot. “And you had sooo many thoughts about it written down in your cute notebook.”
“R-Really, you shouldn’t have even been looking in the book…” Tsuzuru tried again, but there was no denying the arousal he felt as Misumi giggled and wrapped his arms around his neck to lean in.
“Now the only question is, which fantasy do you want to play out today, Tsuzu?” At the choked out noises made, the Summer Troupe member grinned widely, the sharp canine of his fang glinting dangerously. “Would you like the one where I stripe for you? The one where I rode you with the shirt and hat being the only things on? Or would you prefer the one where I acted like someone who wants to be put into their place?”
Tsuzuru’s cheeks burned darkly at his little fantasies being spoken about so casually and yet sensually from the usually playful and energetic actor in front of him. His fantasies were something that he always held close and private to himself, but to hear his boyfriend being so open and willing to try any of the thoughts that he had written down.
“M-Misumi…”
“Oh, can’t decide?” Misumi pressed a small kiss to his lips before leaning back and slowly pulling the zipper of the leather top down, exposing more and more of the pale expanse of his chest as he did so, smile turning sly as Tsuzuru’s eyes followed the hand movements. “That’s fine too. I think I know which one I want to try first.”
Tsuzuru’s eyes widened when the triangle lover stood up, dropping the black shirt to the floor and turning to give a side profile as he began to undo his pants slowly, allowing the brunette to watch the entire spectacle. Soon enough, the tight pants had fallen down to the floor and his boyfriend was left in nothing but the hat that came with the outfit and the cute little panties he was wearing underneath it all.
“I, uh, I-,” Tsuzuru’s eyes were comically wide as Misumi sauntered back over his way and plopped down on his lap once more, his own hands moving up to wrap around the Summer Troupe member’s waist as his cock throbbed under his boxers. “...I think we’re going to have to do another fantasy today, Misumi…”
Misumi giggled again as they pressed their lips together and Tsuzuru lost himself to his fantasy, devouring every inch of Misumi that he could get his hands on at that time, praying Masumi didn’t come back before they were finished.