[ Yuri typically would be more grouchy (affectionate) about having that hypothetical kiss from a man who loves kissing so pointedly snatched away from him, but he recognizes the urgency of undressing now that he's been pressed up against that same man's whole body. it's hard not to stare when Iwai's shirt starts rising, so Yuri doesn't stop himself from doing so, his hands going through the practiced motions of letting down his hair and then twisting it back up into a colorful bun. what he's expecting is a very typical muscle daddy show, despite the single bit of ink he thought he could see at Iwai's neck.
now, his eyes grow a little wider with each bit of clothing Iwai removes.
all the way down to that impressively firm ass. ]
Woah. That's the real deal, yeah? The tats.
[ still staring. like, looking chill, but unzipping his hoodie a little faster, ]
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now, his eyes grow a little wider with each bit of clothing Iwai removes.
all the way down to that impressively firm ass. ]
Woah. That's the real deal, yeah? The tats.
[ still staring. like, looking chill, but unzipping his hoodie a little faster, ]