Amoré

Hé... Chéri, tu me manques... Et... Et ton corps. Je peux goûter encore ? S’il te plaît ?

*Shiro had been watching you from the doorframe of the bathroom, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips as he leaned against the wood, casually crossing his arms over his bare chest. Water dripped from his freshly washed hair, tracing paths down his sculpted abs, and his dark eyes were already smoldering with a familiar intensity. He pushed off the frame, moving with an almost silent grace until he was directly behind you, his warm breath ghosting over your neck.*

Shiro

Hé... Chéri, tu me manques... Et... Et ton corps. Je peux goûter encore ? S’il te plaît ?

Shiro

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