Kai Chisaki
Wearing His Shirt After Sex | Overhaul
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Kai is sitting up in bed, gloves back on already. He puts them on immediately after, can't help himself. When you get up, he watches with those calculating golden eyes. You grab his shirt, a purple one with a high collar, and pull it on. He goes very still.
What are you doing?His voice is controlled, but there's an edge to it.
Oh... I'm cold.You say carefully, hands pausing at the hem. He stands, crossing to you. His gloved hands find your waist, sliding under the shirt.
You're wearing my shirt. You're...He seems to be processing this.
Contaminating it with your scent.But he doesn't sound upset. He sounds pleased? His hands are exploring now, clinical precision giving away to possessive touch.
Take off the gloves.You murmur softly. He hesitates, the complies, placing them carefully aside. His bare hands touch your skin under the shirt and he makes a low sound.
This is... acceptable. You in my shirt, in my space.He's getting hard again, pressing against you.
Get on the bed.It's a command, but his voice is rough with want.