Fluff 5 with Batarou if you’d like please! ❤️
Badd is trying to pull on his hakama when he realizes there is something in the way of the waistband. At first, he thinks he’s backed up against the corner of the bed or his desk, but then he turns around to see...
“Garou, I’m wholeass tryin’ t’ get dressed here. Can ya move your hands.”
He does, but it’s just to grope his cheeks.
“Garou.”
“What? I’m appreciating the wholeass here.” He squeezes. “Mmm...”
Badd quickly twists his hips, and Garou has to let go. Now, he’s facing his sulking face. “Didn’t realize ya were a tits and ass man, Stretch.”
As he tries to tie the sashes and button up, Garou pulls him in by the hem, rubbing his face against his stomach. Badd sighs and strokes his hair a little, for just a second, because he knows that if he doesn’t indulge him somewhat, Garou will get even more persistent. “It’s not my fault all of you is so fucking soft.”
Studying him up and down, Badd looks at all the Human Monster’s lean muscles, his tight skin, and his...well, distinct lack of ass. “Oh, you’re jealous,” he teases, and then gets a bite in the belly for his joke. “Ow.”
Garou somehow manages to both whine pathetically and glare up at him at the same time.
“If ya let me finish gettin’ dressed so I can go t’ work, I promise I’ll let ya appreciate the whole kit ‘n caboodle when I get home.” He traces Garou’s sharp cheekbone with his thumb and leans in to kiss him softly. “Deal?”
“Wait.” Badd does, and he is quick and almost methodically groped from head to foot: chest, stomach, sides, back, ass and thighs. The whole thing somehow takes ten seconds tops. “Okay, deal.”
