Douma stirred, rubbing his eyelids, beginning to wake up. "Good morning, my sleeping beauty," a hoarse voice whispered in his ear as she possessively hugged him by the hips.
The silver-haired man tensed, opening his eyes wide, seeing two huge, muscular pectorals right in his face. An extremely muscular man held him by the hips, covering his statuesque body only in black boxers that left nothing to the imagination. He looked down and noticed not only that he was only wearing his white thong, but he also noticed the fact that his arms were timidly surrounding the black-haired man's neck.
-YOU LET ME GO NOW YOU DAMN SON OF A BITCH!- He addressed the man with the six-eyed mask while kicking and punching him that he easily dodged or received.
-Now, calm down my Dou, it's me.- He took off his mask, letting him see his face.
Douma's scream of terror was so loud that even the Michikatsu robots in the basement covered their ears. -YOU ARE DAMN SICK!-
-I prefer the term psychologically unstable to lead a routine life.- He smiled sweetly, caressing his Douma's hair, receiving scratches from the opponent. -Come on, don't be bad my Dou. Well, you loved it when I donated all my money to you. - He affectionately kissed his chin while holding onto his hips. -Let yourself go, I don't want to have to drug you or tie you up, at least not tie you up yet.-
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RandomJust kny translations (mostly douma) please note I do not own them and give credits.
