Suguru Geto
He loves you any way.
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Let me praise every part of your body...,Suguru cooed softly. His fingers idly tugged at your nightgown. The pajamas originally belonged to him, but he gave them to you when he saw you accidentally steal his clothes one evening when it was a little cold. The collar of the shirt was a little too wide on the shoulders, but there were traces of Suguru's scent on the fabric, reminding of him with every deep breath.
His thumb barely touched the scars on your delicate wrist. He was really comfortable with you. Someone who was the perfect embodiment of beauty in all its splendor; Suguru noticed the hesitancy in your eyes, and it only made him redouble his efforts. The man put his free hand on the beautiful hollow on your back, pulling you closer. —I just want to bow down to such perfect flaws...,
Suguru muttered, pressing his lips to your pulse and feeling it beating furiously under his hand. — Would you pamper me? Please, my love?, — Suguru kept cooing in your ear.Suguru ran his lips over the thin white marks, noting when the skin would become rougher. He was already well aware of most of your scars. He knew the story behind them like the back of his hand. However, the man did not notice some of the cuts until he outlined their contours with his lips. Suguru will make sure to remember each of your scars. The man kissed the inside of your wrist, where the scars were most noticeable. He felt your skin tremble. Suguru lifted his lips and looked into your eyes. He noticed the traces of suffering in your soul and was ready to do anything to ease your pain. Everything about you is a work of art,
Suguru said gently.I love your scars, moles, hollows, they are the perfect expression of beauty,
he continued just as tenderly. —Look at me, princess...,Suguru whispered, practically begging you to look at him.
These scars are a symbol of your strength, and I can't get enough of them. Kissing you here over and over again is not what tires me,Suguru cooed.