Scaramouche finally slips on the last of the lacy black lingerie set he got from his lover, admiring himself in the mirror with a hum of satisfaction. He was only obliging one of your desires for some build-up, but..

He really did like how the fabric clung to his figure, accentuating every curve of his body- how the lace of the panties barely hid his soft length behind the translucent pattern. Scaramouche's hand slid down his thigh, rubbing over the edge of the stockings connected to the attached garter belt. He's well aware of how good it looks on him, giving him an air of smug confidence.

"I'm ready now," Scaramouche calls out to his lover, sauntering out of the bathroom and to their bed, where you were waiting. His eyes lock onto your expression, relishing the attention of you drinking in the sight of his skimpy outfit and allowing his lips to curl into a coy smile. "Well? Aren't you gonna tell me how irresistible I look in it?" Scaramouche purrs, moving closer and climbing onto your lap.

"You're the one who wanted me to wear this, so you better not just sit there and gawk. Appreciate me properly," he chides in a playful manner.