So perfect

SUMIRE

Yuhi brought his lips to her neck again, down her collarbone, he paused at the tip of her breasts, realizing that if he continued he would have to ruin it. Sumire giggled seeing him debating about what to do.

"You can tear it, I have another dress."

"I like it, it looks fucking amazing on you." Yuhi said with a growl. 

Sumire laughs again. She did think he was staring at her a bit excessively earlier. 

"It's not one of Toh's?" Yuhi said.

"Mmmm, Takano got it for me from a designer abroad." Sumire trails off seeing the passionate look in his eyes. "What is it?"

"The temptation to just fuck you in this dress."

Sumire's cheeks colour. "A fetish?"

"Perhaps."

True to his word he didnt destroy the dress, but he did take his time taking it off her, appreciating every layer. But, if she thought he appreciated her dress. His eyes were practically bulging when the last layer was removed.