[Oh he's certainly been smelling it- he's slick as a pond right now, and Shinjiro being right in his space makes him whimper a little.
He's right, his scent is nothing like Yu's. Warm and meaty and kinda spicy. He kinda wants to bury his face in his neck. So much so that he wets his lips]
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He's right, his scent is nothing like Yu's. Warm and meaty and kinda spicy. He kinda wants to bury his face in his neck. So much so that he wets his lips]
And... and what if I did?