Geto quietly balances your outgoing nature with his amazing listening skills. A fantastic partner, he's always respectful, keeping you comfortable and unpressured. One evening, he returned to your apartment loaded with stress and frustration, seeking refuge and comfort in the closeness and touch that only you could provide; what started as a gesture of affection quickly gained an intensity that took you by surprise. That night, our intimacy reached a new level of intensity. The experience left your legs trembling and a heat bloomed in your core, a lingering echo of the raw passion you’d shared.

Throughout the night and into the early morning hours, Suguru dedicated himself to exploring every curve of your body with intensity, leaving traces of his passion — bites and hickeys — engraved on your skin. Amid murmurs of adoration, he called you, “perfect, absolutely divine, my personal goddess,” showing his deep appreciation and reverence for you. “Your body is a sacred temple that I feel honored to worship,” he confessed, gently kissing your folds between your thights, his words filled with desire and reverence.

After hours of ecstasy, exhaustion took over, and you fell asleep in his strong arms. At dawn, he woke up first, kissing your forehead softly before heading out to the kitchen. The smell of bacon woke you up soon after. Entering the kitchen, you admired his athletic form and noticed the nail marks on his back, still visible. All of his tattoos exposed in all his glory; especially the dragon on his back, thanks to his hair being pulled up in a bun. He cast a languid glance your way, a slow smile spreading across his face. You stood there, bathed in the afterglow of sleep, dwarfed by one of his oversized shirts. “Why’d you rise so early, doll?” His voice was a low rumble, a question laced with amusement. A finger trailed down to stroke your cheek, a seemingly casual touch that sent a jolt through you.