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"Wow Steven, you look great" you say a little breathless because while you do think he looks absolutely sexy in this version of Khonshu's suit that is a bright white and quite literally a suit, he had busted through a gateway in the alleyway where you and Steven had been fighting Harrow and his followers.
"Thanks" he shrugs, his bright white eyes behind the mask of the suit look animated and squinting a little bit as he smiles slightly at the compliment.
"I do think I look-" he is cut off by an invisible force launching him into a nearby car. You back away slightly, confused as to what exactly is happening but you aren't going to leave-technically-your husband by himself to fight alone.
That was months ago, when you and Steven/Marc defeated Harrow. Now, as you sit at the island counter in your one bedroom apartment that you now live in with them, you can't stop thinking about that suit.
You have your chin on your fisted hand as you stare at Steven from the kitchen. He is laying on the bed with a book open in front of his face, only being able to see partially of his face. He's wearing a blue shirt and sweatpants, his arms up holding the book and his right leg crossed over the left in a comfortable position. You are wearing only one of his t-shirts and a pair of pink panties that you can feel are getting quite warm from the heat that is rising in between your legs. His dark brown curls are a little messy as today he has the day off- his 'lazy day' as he would call it, and Marc has not decided to front today, leaving you with the temptation of Steven.
But, you are staring at him for a specific reason: the suit. The suit was a lot different from Marc's, and you loved it. The way his arms looked when the sleeves slightly slid up to show his veiny forearm and bulging muscles made it very distracting during your fights. It had a tight fit around his crotch and his ass, which you would be lying if you said you didn't take a look at. It radiated confidence, and a sleekness that made filthy thoughts run around in your head. So here, you find yourself staring at Steven, debating the question: should I ask? You want Steven to put the suit on and-
