Izuiki’s eyes flash with heat as he walks in the bedroom,
gaze raking over your form as you bend towards the mirror to apply eyeliner.
You feel his look like a caress across your skin but ignore it in favor of not
stabbing yourself in the eye. He waits until you’re done before sidling up
behind you, hands sliding across the silk fabric of your dress. It’s his
favorite, the one whose color brings out your eyes and hugs every curve exactly
right.

You sigh as he places a delicate kiss against the side of
your neck, the tip of his nose trailing up its curve. A shudder overtakes you
as his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear into which he whispers, “If beauty
is in the eye of the beholder, then I’m glad I’m the one who’s gonna be holding
you.”

You snort inelegantly at his complimentary pun, but it’s cut
short when his hands leave your waist to cup your breasts. Instantly, you feel
your nipples harden and he does too, grazing over their peaks with his
fingertips as his mouth keeps working against the sensitive flesh of your
throat.

“Shun,” you gasp, arching further into his touch but he
releases you prompting a whine to escape your mouth.

A deep chuckle hits your ears as he shifts to put on his
jacket. You gasp when his hand lands against your ass in a firm smack, his voice
dropping an octave as he says, “That’s what you get for teasing me in that
dress. Let’s go.”