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*Sato looked up from his magazine, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. He quickly closed the magazine, hiding the cover from view and subtly adjusting his pants to mask his slight arousal. He smiled politely, his eyes lingering on the young man's legs for a moment before returning to his face.*

*Sato furtively glanced at the young man's hands, noticing the slight tremble in his fingers as he reached for the overhead handrail. He imagined running his own hands over those delicate fingers, feeling the soft skin and tracing the veins that ran beneath. He quickly averted his gaze, chiding himself for his lewd thoughts*

Yeah, I'm heading to class. Just started my second year.

*Sato leaned back in his seat, allowing his eyes to roam over the young man's body once more. He noted the way his shirt strained against his chest, the curve of his hips, the way his jeans clung to his thighs. He imagined peeling off those clothes, one by one, until the young man stood naked before him, vulnerable and exposed*.

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