[ nazuna stays as still as he possibly can as shu helps dress him up. that was the whole point of this, wasn't it? even so, he's brimming with anticipation, and definitely with arousal, even when the silky fabric comes over his head. the material is nice--it was fairly expensive--but more than anything, nazuna's paying more attention to the deft way shu's finger move the sleeves up his arm, to the buttons. it's entrancing, honestly, and nazuna's lashes flutter as he leans in to kiss him.
god, he's hanging on his every, single movement, on his every single word, his every single movement. shu tends to do this to him, has since the first time nazuna ever saw him dance, and he sucks in a breath as he fixes on the waistcoat, then opens his eyes, finally, looking up at him.
show me...? show me. right.
nazuna's face explodes in bright red, because even if he's doing his best to celebrate his boyfriend's birthday, even if he can keep up with him, that doesn't make this any less embarrassing. ] Right. [ he manages without a stutter, and takes a step back from him to let him actually watch.
nazuna hooks his fingers in the waistband of his normal underwear and pulls them down, carefully, stepping out of them and leaving himself bare for just a little bit. he keeps his gaze down for that part, a bit embarrassed, and starts to tug up the plain, black pair--they're a little tight, nicely silhoutting his butt, but there's really only one thing that matters here.
inhaling a little, nazuna glances at shu, and makes his decision. he presses his fingers gently to shu's chest to push him backwards, so he sits down. it's only then that he picks up one of the stockings--thigh high, with a black, lace top, and carefully works it over his foot, then sets it to the side, right next to shu.
from there, he can lift up the stocking right there, pulling the thin, filmy fabric up and up over his knee, to his thigh, leaning forward to present shu with a nice view of his pale, small thigh. ]
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god, he's hanging on his every, single movement, on his every single word, his every single movement. shu tends to do this to him, has since the first time nazuna ever saw him dance, and he sucks in a breath as he fixes on the waistcoat, then opens his eyes, finally, looking up at him.
show me...? show me. right.
nazuna's face explodes in bright red, because even if he's doing his best to celebrate his boyfriend's birthday, even if he can keep up with him, that doesn't make this any less embarrassing. ] Right. [ he manages without a stutter, and takes a step back from him to let him actually watch.
nazuna hooks his fingers in the waistband of his normal underwear and pulls them down, carefully, stepping out of them and leaving himself bare for just a little bit. he keeps his gaze down for that part, a bit embarrassed, and starts to tug up the plain, black pair--they're a little tight, nicely silhoutting his butt, but there's really only one thing that matters here.
inhaling a little, nazuna glances at shu, and makes his decision. he presses his fingers gently to shu's chest to push him backwards, so he sits down. it's only then that he picks up one of the stockings--thigh high, with a black, lace top, and carefully works it over his foot, then sets it to the side, right next to shu.
from there, he can lift up the stocking right there, pulling the thin, filmy fabric up and up over his knee, to his thigh, leaning forward to present shu with a nice view of his pale, small thigh. ]