[ That's all he needs. It's more than enough to make Riou's point. Jyuto, once tense and locked, can be felt relaxing into Riou's frame behind him. His gaze casts downward, and without saying anything, he leans back into Riou and his lips before he slides his suit pants down his thighs. They're slowly stepped out of as not to disturb the grip on his ass cheek. Using his ankle to sweep the pants aside, he's left in nothing more than his underwear, dress socks and sock garters. He can feel his heartbeat begin to quicken, a nervousness foreign to him. Still, he finds Riou's free hand with one of his own, taking it carefully by the wrist and guiding it over the bone of his hip. Riou's words ignite Jyuto's lust, whether he's deliberately trying to talk dirty or not. ]
Then allow me to help you through it, Riou.
[ His green eyes are already preemptively looking over the layout of the living room, scoping it for furniture or places they can position themselves later. It's the first time he's been over, and he's only now really noticing what it looks like. Red gloved fingers trace over the back of Riou's hand, trailing up his forearm as to encourage him to delve further. ]
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Then allow me to help you through it, Riou.
[ His green eyes are already preemptively looking over the layout of the living room, scoping it for furniture or places they can position themselves later. It's the first time he's been over, and he's only now really noticing what it looks like. Red gloved fingers trace over the back of Riou's hand, trailing up his forearm as to encourage him to delve further. ]