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ISAGI: how's your day going xxxxx
Rin looked down at the message and smiled.
Rin: boring, just wanna be home with a drink in hand and a little crybaby in my lap. How's yours?
Isagi: aw! You'll be home soon enough! Well I finished work and that stupid assignment so ive just been cleaning the house so you don't need to stress tonight
Rin: you really didn't have to, but thank you baby
Isagi: I like to help you
Isagi: plus it gives me an opportunity to wear my new outfit
Rin: new outfit?
There was about two minutes before Isagi responded, however it was a photo. Rin dropped his phone.
Isagi was on his knees in front of the mirror, holding the phone by his face with one hand; the other was griping and pulling up the hem of the maid outfit he was wearing.
It was a black and white little dress with lace trims that was hugged his waist, making him look so tiny. Rin swallowed as he thought about wrapping his hands around him.
Since he was pulling up one side of the dress, his pretty thighs were on display, and Rin could just see his knees as he was sitting on his shins — but he could see the top of the knee length stockings.
Rin closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.
He opened his eyes again and looked back at Isagi's face, fully on display, as a cute little headband was pushing his bangs out of his face. He was so fucking pretty.
Rin: Isagi.
Rin: baby.
Rin: you are so fucking
Rin: I have no words.
Rin: such a tease for sending this when I still have two hours left at work
Isagi responded with a devil emoji before he sent another photo.
This time Isagi was sitting on the bed - the phone was held above his body. The bottom half of his face was just in shot, so Rin could see his pretty pink lips. The shot was mainly centered around the dress. His chest was sticking out but it was clearly a women's dress, so Rin could just peer down the dress, seeking hints of his chest. At the bottom of the screen was more of the white knee-high stockings.
