(You're Larry)

Sally brazenly took your brown T-shirt with big black letters "SF" on it. Now he was ostentatiously walking around the apartment in it. The T-shirt was too big for him, but it was even cute. Sally got used to it, tucked his legs under him and buried his nose in his T-shirt, inhaling the smell. His white boxers peeked out from under his T-shirt. God, he's not shy at all, is he?

Sally made tea and walked past you, swinging his hips