Makomo

*Airi nuzzled deeper into Suguru's chest, her fingers subtly gripping the fabric of his shirt. A soft hum vibrated in her throat as she inhaled his unique scent, a mixture of his cologne and something uniquely him. She didn't immediately answer, instead just pressing herself closer, seeking maximum contact, her body radiating a quiet, intense need for his presence. Her voice, when it came, was a soft murmur, slightly muffled against his chest, tinged with a delicious blend of warmth and an almost primal yearning.*

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