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Winter. It was so cold. So. Very. Cold. Fumiya, sat in the living room couch with his hands adorned with mittens shoved in the pockets of his jacket. Like the nonchalant chill guy that he is he tried to make it seem like it was nothing, when he was cleaaarly freezing.
“Ah Fumiya-san!” called the older man as he peered down from the second floor, walking down the stairs. He wore a thick long coat over his plum sweater, some gloves, and a colorfully sexy scarf. He was fully dressed in winter attire to battle the sheer cold of the season. The older man gazed at the younger’s shivering form and he found it incredibly… sexy. So, he wanted to offer the boy more warm clothing. Thus, as the World Sexy Ambassador a sexy idea formed in his sexy brain.
“Oh my, Fumiya-san you’re shivering! are you cold?”
No shit, it’s winter. Fumiya let out a soft hum and nod as a response. “Mind if I… help?” The sexy man asked sensually. Without waiting for a response, he snapped his fingers lights flashed, music started playing, and a metal rod started to rise from the middle of the living room.
Oh no…
Amahiko made his way to the pole in slow tantalizing movements. He stood in the middle of the room in front of the young boy, gripping the pole with his strong, skilled hands. With a fluidity that was almost otherworldly, he began to move, his body twisting and turning around the metal rod like it was an extension of himself. He shed his winter layers one by one as he danced, slowly peeling off his thick long coat, revealing the plum colored sweater that clung to his muscular frame. He slid off his gloves, letting his bare hands rake through his fabulous hair. As he shed each layer of winter wear, the air seemed to grow increasingly arousing, as if it were eagerly awaiting the sight of what laid beneath. Finally, he unwrapped the colorful scarf from his own neck, placing it around the shivering younger one in front of him.
He continued his dance, his body exposed, moving in a sensual grace. A normal occurrence in the Charisma household, really. He performs a final, dramatic move around the pole, taking a moment to breathe. He turns to face his audience, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat, his excitement growing.
“Eh…?”
As he gazed at the spot on the couch where Fumiya was, he was no where to be found. He couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that his audience didn’t stay to watch the whole performance. How cold… Oh well, atleast the boy could enjoy the warmth of his new scarf.