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Title: The Art of Accessorizing
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: 100% PWP smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, bondage, some D/s, spanking, scarf play
Pairing: Kai X Uruha
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Uruha has liked Kai’s scarves for a long time – as in, wondering how they’d feel around his wrists during sex. But Kai isn’t into those kind of things – right?
Comments: A fill for the GazettE Kink/Porn Meme. Prompt: Uruha x Kai - Uruha gets creative in a kinky way with Kai's scarves. Either in a car, with one he's wearing, or maybe at Kai's place, where there's a whole drawer of them? Bondage or blindfolding would be awesome! ^_^ (It was only after I wrote the fic that I realized the OP wanted Uruha to be the seme – hope this is okay!) Also serves as a HAPPY BIRTHDAY URUHA fic!

Come play in the the GazettE kink/porn meme!
Prompts and fills are both welcome!

More info and lots of fun here!

Uruha wasn’t quite sure when he started taking notice of Kai’s scarves. Probably sometime between when he first thought “Whoa, the new drummer is pretty hot” and when he realized, “Hey, we’re officially a couple now, aren’t we?”

Of course, they were always there – they were as much a part of his wardrobe as the tight pants and Justin Davis jewelry that were the visual kei uniform. Draped casually around his neck, tucked just so at the top of an outfit, perfectly color-coordinated with whatever he was wearing. He was definitely not the only musician to wear them, not even the only one in their own band.

What was so extraordinary about Kai, though, was that scarves were something of an art form to him. He could manage to drape them just perfectly, the folds and ripples seeming to both blend into and contrast with his outfit, the subtle motion of them drawing attention to Kai’s face, making it seem even more gorgeous than it was.

He chose scarves the way a painter chose his colors. He just had to glance at the rack in his closet where they hung in neat rows, frown at it a little, looking back and forth, then smile as his eyes hit the right one. And then, he’d pull it out of the closet, and add it just so, and an ordinary outfit was suddenly extraordinary.

“How do you do it?” Uruha said to him one day, as Kai looked in the mirror, arranging his scarf, and Uruha sat on the bed, combing his hair after a shower.

“Do what?” Kai said, cheerfully, looking back over his shoulder at his lover, flashing him one of those smiles that could light up the inside of a black hole.

“The scarf,” Uruha said. “How can you make it look so good? It’s always perfect. Always.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Kai said. A little tuck of the fabric here, a little smoothing there.
“I guess it’s just something I have a natural instinct for.” He walked over to Uruha, leaned over and kissed him. “Kind of like music, if you think about it.”

Uuruha didn’t know about that. Plenty of guys played music. Not a lot of guys were able to do something like that with accessories. Instinct? More like a one-of-a-kind talent. If he wasn’t a drummer, Uruha thought, Kai would probably have a very bright future in the fashion industry.

* * *
Uruha wasn’t quite sure when Kai’s scarves started finding their way into his fantasies, either. Maybe it was watching how they flowed, sensually, as the wind caught them, making them banner out behind him, dramatic and beautiful. It seemed an extension of Kai, of the way he moved, of the grace and rhythm and power that was part and parcel of his drumming.

Or perhaps it was watching Kai’s fingers work a knot, threading the fabric through other fabric, making Uruha wonder just how strong that scarf was, if it could tie someone in place, how it would feel against his skin, looped around his wrists . . .

He swallowed hard, looking away. And he should just stop that line of thought right now. Kai was a hot lover, tireless and energetic, skilled with his mouth and hands. But he was also vanilla. He hadn’t given any indication he was into any kind of kinks whatsoever. (Granted, Uruha hadn’t, either – at least not on the surface).

Eventually, Uruha found himself standing in the closet, when Kai wasn’t in the bedroom, in front of that rack of scarves, running his fingers over the fabric, feeling the various textures – satiny smooth, cottony, textured with embroidery.

And he wondered how each of them would feel against his skin, what it would be like to have them stroking against him as another of the scarves bound him in place, fixed him to the bed . . .

“What are you doing?”

The voice from the doorway made Uruha jump. Well, damn. He turned around, giving Kai one of his lazy smiles. “Just looking at your scarves,” he said.

Kai tilted his head a little. “Looking?” he said. “You were looking rather closely.”

“They’re really nice scarves,” Uruha said, casually, nonchalant as possible – even though he was moving his body in front of the rack, as if to hide what he’d been doing.

Kai gave Uruha a deceptively sweet smile. “Uruha . . . how much do you like my scarves?”

Crap, Unuha thought. “They’re really nice. You have great taste.”

“Nice enough to touch?” Kai walked over to his lover, wrapping his arms around him. “I saw you stroking them. Not just today, either. I looked in and saw you, other times . . .”

“I was, well, trying them out. You know, to see if I could wear them, too.” Well, it was as good an explanation as any, right?

Kai reached for the rack, slowly, picking up a silky navy blue scarf, patterned with small silver circles, and brought it into Uruha’s line of vision. “So, what is it you want me to do with this?”

Aaaaand, busted. Caught red-handed. “What makes you think . . . “

Kai suddenly grabbed Uruha’s wrists, leaned over to kiss his lover hard, and pinned him against the wall next to the closet. The guitarist suddenly found his arms pulled over his head, his hands held together, and, oh, God, oh, God, yes, he was being held in place, trapped deliciously, at the mercy of his lover in the nicest possible way . . .

Uruha opened his lips, pushing his tongue toward Kai’s, moaning deep in his throat as the hands on his wrists tightened even more. This was what he’d wanted, had always wanted . . .

Kai broke the kiss, and leaned over, nipping Uruha’s neck, looping the scarf around the wrists that were still held over Uruha’s head. “Like this?” he said.

“Yes,” Uruha gasped. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Kai said, bending over and nipping at Uruha’s neck, making the guitarist yelp.

“I didn’t know what you’d say,” Uruha said, gasping, leaning his head back, thinking, yes, do that, bite me like that, it was something he’d never known he/’d wanted.

“I’d say yes, of course,” Kai said. He leaned over, nipping Uruha’s ear, and whispered, “I’ve thought about this too, you know. About you, and my scarves. About how you’d like being tied up . . .”

“Ohhh . . .” Uuruha shuddered, because these words were coming from Kai, seemingly vanilla Kai, except he wasn’t very vanilla right now, was he? No, he was more like hot fudge with extra spice.

“I guess I was right,” Kai said, giving him the sweet, boyish smile – before another nip to the next. And now, Uruha was nearly fainting with desire, because right now, his lover was a perfect balance between the angelic and the devilish, the innocent and the anything but.

“Please,” Uruha gasped, arching toward Kai.

“Please, what?” Kai said.
“Please . . . I want to be naked, I want to feel you against me, I want . . .”

“This?” He unlooped the scarf from Uuruha’s wrists, holding it in his field of vision again.

“Yes!” And Uruha took advantage of being freed to quickly start to unfasten his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt as if it were on fire and he couldn’t get it off fast enough. It landed on the floor, his pants after it

Kai looked at him with that sweet smile – but the hint of a smirk in his eyes. “If you want me to tie you up,” he said, “you know what to do, don’t you?”

Uruha walked over to the bed and started to sit on it, but he heard Kai say, “No . . . bend over first. Hands on the bed.”

The guitarist complied, a small shiver running through him – Kai’s voice bore a definite tone of command. One hundred percent Leader-san. And suddenly, Uruha had a leadership fetish on top of his scarf festish.

He felt a sharp sting on his bottom, and he gasped. He looked over his shoulder – and there was Kai, using one of his heavier scarves as a whip – pulling it back tightly with his hand, then letting it snap forward, like boys smacking each others’ bottoms with towels in the locker room.

Oh, my God, he was being scarf-spanked. He didn’t know such a thing was possible – but he wasn’t complaining. Another sting, and he jumped, shuddering, moaning softly, leaning his bottom backward, encouraging him to do it again . . .and there it was, another smack with the scarf, followed by one with his hand – sharper, wider, harder.

“Turn over now,” Kai said.

Uruha did, holding his hands over his head, realizing he was breathing hard, his heart was thundering. The sound of cloth rustling as Kai dropped his own clothes to the floor was maddeningly loud and maddeningly long.

Why did it feel like he was having sex with this man for the first time, even though they’d done it countless times before?

Kai approached the bed, holding the scarf in both hands, stretching it out. “What do you want?” he asked Uuruha.

Oh, sweet merciful J-rock deities, the look in his eyes. He didn’t just seem confident, like he did when he was in leader mode – he seemed dominant. Like he was master of all his surroundings – including the man in front of him.

It was, Uruha thought, like his sudden interest in bondage had suddenly sparked something in his lover that had been dormant all along.

“Tie me up,” he panted. “Please. Tie me up and fuck me.”

Kai obeyed, looping the scarf around Uruha’s wrists and then around the bedpost, typing him securely in place, making his lover moan. “Are you sure that’s all you want me to do, though?”

Uruha raised his head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean . . .” Kai went over to the closet and retrieved a few more of the cloth strips hanging there. “That I have a lot of scarves.”

Uruha’s mind was suddenly flooded with every fantasy he’d ever had – and then some. He found himself writhing on the bed, letting out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a purr.

“Now, lift your head,” Kai said, his voice a flat-out command, and damn, yes, it WAS possible for Uruha’s heart to beat even harder. How about that. He raised his head, and then . . .

Everything went dark. Because a scarf had been wrapped around his head, tied at the back, blindfolding him.

“Are you comfortable?” Kai said, tugging on the blindfold a bit to adjust it.

Uruha nodded. “Yes . . .now, please . . .”

“Not yet,” Kai said. “We need to discuss a safeword first.”

He knew about safewords? He wasn’t as vanilla as Uruha had thought? He’d done this before? No, wait . . .he was a visual kei musician, which meant he was constantly surrounded by perverts. He probably heard about safewords second-hand.

“Vodka,” Uruha said. “My safeword is vodka.”

“Good,” Kai said, before leaning over to kiss Uruha. The guitarist didn’t know it was coming, other than the creaking of the bed, the slight shifting . . .

Which made it all the hotter. He didn’t know what to expect. At all. He truly was deliciously at Kai’s mercy.

Kai’s tongue moved against his, as Uruha’s arms automatically moved, as always, to embrace his lover. But they couldn’t – they were held fast in place, and the little bit of pain as he tugged against the scarf, as it bit into his wrists, fired his blood even more.

The mouth left his, and closed around Uruha’s nipple, making his moan loudly – and then louder still as something soft began to stroke along his cock. Another scarf, this one extra-silky, sliding along his hardness, caressing him in a way skin never could.

He could feel the coolness of the fabric and the warmth of the hand holding it in place, sliding it, finding sensitive spots, brushing along the tip . . . and meanwhile, Kai’s teeth were nipping at him, his mouth sucking hard, just another thing to drive him insane.

“Kai,” Uruha gasped. “Oh, my God . . .”

Kai didn’t respond with words. He lifted his head from the nipple, and moved downward, scatting light kisses on Uruha’s belly along the way . . .

He began to wind the scarf around Uruha’s cock, wrapping it loosely, from the bottom to the top. It was an odd sensation, being enveloped by silkiness little by little. I’m being mummified, Uruha thought. Well, that was something he couldn’t say he’d ever done during sex before.

Kai finished the wrapping, and leaned over, kissing Uruha’s stomach, nibbling on it. Uurha raised his head, wishing he could see his own cock wrapped up in bright fabric – he imagined it would be a colorful sight, at the least.

“Are you ready?” Kai said.

Well, that was a strange question. “For what?”

“You’ll see.”

Uruha nodded – one rule of kink was everything had to be consensual – and he felt Kai tug on one end of the fabric, lightly . . .

And suddenly, the scarf was sliding over every part of him, caressing every inch of his cock, as Kai pulled it off little by little and it unwound against Uruha’s hardness. Every spot of him was being brushed, rubbed, teased, pleasured with silk.

He was fucking softness and smoothness itself. Or it was fucking him. He moaned loudly, raising his hips, trying to fuck it more . . . except the sensation was leaving him, little by little, as the cloth slipped away.

Uruha fell back on the bed, moaning, trembling, trying to get his bearings after that brief blast of intense pleasure. Except the cloth was wrapping around him again, bottom to top, and Uruha gasped, thinking no, no, he couldn’t handle more, but at the same time, yes, yes, he wanted it so much . . .

This time, Kai didn’t wrap the head. Uruha heard the bed creak, felt hot breath on the tip of his cock . . .

The fabric was slipping all around him again, sliding and caressing, at the same time a hot, wet tongue began to lick at the head. Uruha’s hips snapped forward, and he let out a sharp, intense cry that was nearly a scream. He was trembling on the verge of coming, it was more pleasure than he could handle, tongue and fabric, slightly rough and completely smooth, dry and oh-so-wet, caressing him in different ways . . .

Kai lifted his head as the last of the cloth unraveled, and Uruha let out a strangled little cry. “You like that?” he said.

“I . . . I . . .” He couldn’t even form the words. He was trembling and burning and hotter than he’d ever been in his life.

“There’s more coming,” Kai said. Uruha heard him shift around, heard a drawer opening and closing, the familiar sound that meant lube was being fetched.

There was squish of a tube, and then the feel of one of those big, manly fingers starting to push into him, opening him up expertly. He’d never needed it more in his life. He needed Kai to fill him, to fuck him hard, . . .

Uruha raised his hips, spreading his legs wider, and Kai began to push the finger in harder and faster, sliding a second one in now, starting to move them apart slowly, to scissor them.

“So good,” Uruha murmured. “Oh, so good . .”

Since he couldn’t see, he was focused entirely on sound, on sensation. He could hear little things he couldn’t before – the slight squishing as Kai’s digits moved in and out of him, the breathing of both of them getting heavier little by little, the creaks and squeaks of the bed . . .

“I’m almost done,” Kai said, sliding the third finger in, and Uruha bit his lip, wanting to move his hips hard, to fuck himself on them, but he couldn’t, he had to be obedient in his current position, didn’t he?

The fingers slipped out of him, and he heard Kai saiy, “Lift your legs more.” He did, breath catching in his throat as he heard the tube squish again, envisioning that cock . . .

Oh, yes, Kai’s cock, so huge, so hard. His mind formed a picture of Kai with his fingers wrapped around himself, stroking, coating himself with the stick stuff, and it was even sexier than seeing it with his own eyes would have been.

His legs were grasped and pushed upward, and the hardness was pressing against his entrance, and pressing more, until it was breaching him, filling him (and filling him, and filling him some more).

“Yes,” he gasped. “Kai . . . “ There was some pain, which couldn’t be avoided when you were taking a cock this big, but it was worth it, because the feeling of being completely and utterly taken was like nothing else in the world.

“I love how you feel,” Kai panted, and his voice had lost the commanding tone – it was sweet, soft, tender, the way he usually sounded. Because there were two sides to him, weren’t there? Half cute and sweet lover, half masterful leader, all delicious.

There was a pause, as the two lovers got used to the sensation of their joining, as Kai leaned over to kiss Uruha’s lips, and Uruha kissed back.

Kai began to thrust, slow and gentle, Uruha leaning his head back, breathing deeply, immersing himself completely in what the senses heightened by the removal of his sight were telling him – the feel of Kai’s skin on his, the smell of sweat and musk, the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans.

Why hadn’t they not done the blindfold before? Why hadn’t they done any of it before? Well, they sure as hell were doing it again.

Kai began to move faster, harder, cock sliding in and out of his lover, Uruha starting to move along with him, feeling his channel being stroked by the hardness the way his cock had been stroked with softness.

“Harder,” he gasped. “Fuck . . . harder . . .”

And Kai began to thrust so hard that Uruha gasped with every push in, starting to pound into his lover’s body. Uruha moved with him, the two of them pistoning like parts of a well-oiled machine.

Kai’s fingers wrapped around Uruha, and he felt a texture that was in sharp contrast to the softness of before, the calluses from holding drumsticks seeming to stand out in sharp relief from his skin. “Aaaahh!” Uruha cried. “Kai . .. close, so close . . “

He felt his lover’s thumb slide over the tip, brushing drops of precome around, and it was all Uruha needed. He arched upward, letting out a loud cry, his body pulsing with ecstasy as he came, and came, and . . .

And then he was sagging to the bed, panting, feeling like a rag doll. He felt Kai pound into him, over and over and over, and then heard his lover’s sharp cry, felt his deep thrust as he came as well.

Kai collapsed atop Uruha, reaching up to yank away the blindfold. Uurha blinked at the sudden onslaught of light, the return of what he’d been missing.

There was his lover, flushed and sweaty and mussed and unbelievably beautiful.

Uruha raised his head, and the two mean kissed. “I love you,” Uruha said.

“I love you, too,” Kai replied. “And I loved this.”

“This?” Uurha’s head fell back. “This was . . . amazing.”

“I said I’d thought about this before, right?” Kai said, reaching up to untie Uruha’s wrists. “Scarf bondage, I mean. Well, I’ve thought about it almost as long as we’ve known each other. I used to . . .” He pulled the fabric away, blushing a little. “Um, well, it’s what I used to think about when I touched myself.”

“You, too?” Uruha said, pulling his wrists toward his chest, rubbing them. They were a bit numb, and tingly. He didn’t notice that when they were having sex, at all.

“I just didn’t want to say anything,” Kai said. “I didn’t know how you’d react. I didn’t think you were, well . . .”


Kai nodded, reaching quickly for their container of baby wipes to clean them both up.

“I didn’t think you were kinky, either,” Uruha said. “I thought you were completely vanilla.”

Kai laughed, throwing away the cloths and snuggling against his lover. “It’s funny, isn’t it? We’ve known each other for years. We’ve shared everything. We’ve worked together and lived together. We’ve had so much sex, and yet we didn’t know this about each other.”

“You can know someone, and not know them,” Uruha said, kissing Kai. “But we know now, don’t we?”

“Yes,” Kai said. “We know. And we’re not going to forget.” He ran his fingers lightly over his lover’s hair. “And I’m wondering if there’s any other fantasies you’re hiding from me.”

“You’ll just have to find that out, won’t you?” Uruha said.

And they would, now. They’d given each other a license to experiment – and they’d use it to the limit.

* * *
A week or so later, Uruha and Aoi were in the posh Ginza district, on a very specific mission – Christmas gifts for their significant others. This was just a starting point, of course – they knew they’d end up in Harajuku eventually, as most of this high-end stuff was, well, a bit too high-end, and a bit too un-funky, for either Kai or Kazuki.
“I have no fucking idea what to get him,” Aoi sighed. “I got him a nice jacket last time. I was going to get him a watch to match mine, but he bought it himself. This was a lot fucking easier before he had a major label deal” – and the money that went with it.

“I know what I’m getting Kai,” Uruha said. He was making a beeline for the accessories department already, Aoi struggling to keep up. (Hangovers would do that to you).

“Scarves?” Aoi said. “You’re getting him scarves again?”

“Why not?” Uruha said. “They’re his trademark, and he likes them.”

“But doesn’t that get, you know . .. boring?”

Uruha smiled to himself, remembering the last couple of scarves he’d gotten Kai. The differences in strength and texture, how they’d felt binding his wrists, stroking against his skin . . . the wild excitement when they’d both rubbed their cocks against the same extra-silky scarf at the same time, indulging in something kinky and forbidden as well as sexy.

Oh, yes. Scarves were the gift that kept on giving.

“No,” Uruha said. “I don’t think they’re boring at all.”


( 23 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 8th, 2013 01:07 am (UTC)

Waa...This fic makes me melt...I always thought Kai's scarves are sexy but don't think that it would be good in kinky smut...XD OMFGaze...YOU'RE AMAZING!!

I'm going to re-read this a LOT... x3

Edited at 2013-06-08 04:58 am (UTC)
Jun. 13th, 2013 04:33 pm (UTC)
The scarves were just ASKING for it. They're beautiful and they're just potential SEX on several different levels. Plus, they're kind of Kai's trademark - so, of course, he'd take pride in using them for intimate situations! Thanks so much for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed!
Jun. 13th, 2013 09:51 pm (UTC)
Definitely..I'm a super kinky girl, but why I never thought of this? xD God bless the soul of my boyfriend. This will be fun. Suure Kai will know how to use them, that dimpled smile is too perfect to not hiding such sex master.. xP

You're welcome!
Jun. 8th, 2013 04:49 am (UTC)
Jun. 13th, 2013 04:35 pm (UTC)
So I guess that means you enjoyed it? ~_^ (I don't blame you for having a thing for the misuse of scarves. They're very sensual even when they're used for their intended purpose - all silky and flowing - and there's so many possibilities of what you can do with them . . .)
Jun. 13th, 2013 04:50 pm (UTC)
They're jsut so.....ahevuivblueibvuie idk I love them so much *_*
Jun. 8th, 2013 05:02 am (UTC)
Every time I see a scarf, I'll be remembering this hot fic and Kai. I've been frankly feeling empty without smut, so I'm so glad to see and read this! You don't disappoint as always and I just love how Uruha's safeword is "VODKA". Love love love this piece so much~

Thanks for making me drool and breathless. I think I need to take a cold shower, wtf. Hahahaha! *gets shot for perviness*
Jun. 13th, 2013 04:36 pm (UTC)
Ha, I just HAD to do that for Uruha's safeword. I've got all-too-appropriate safewords for a few other boys in my mind, too. ~_^ I'm so glad that you enjoyed this - and I'm hoping it can inspire you to get back to more of your own writing!
Jun. 8th, 2013 08:12 am (UTC)
U made my day!!!!!! *run to read* yeeeeeeey
Thaaaank u very much <3333
Jun. 13th, 2013 04:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad that your day was made by this little excursion into fashion accessory abuse! ~_^
Jun. 8th, 2013 10:48 am (UTC)
OMG! Hot! :D yay!

I agree with Uruha - I don't think scarves are boring either! unf! I so love sensation-fic like this. :)
Jun. 13th, 2013 04:38 pm (UTC)
There's no way they possibly could be boring - not with all the creative ways they could be used! (And I get the impression that Kai would know how to use them, too!) I'm so glad that you enjoyed this (since I've read some sensation play fics of yours that were pretty damn hot)!
Jun. 8th, 2013 03:40 pm (UTC)
That was insanely interesting! And HAWT as always.
Gosh I love kink fics! XD

Jun. 13th, 2013 04:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Oh, I have a ball with those kind of prompts - both on the meme and Kink Bingo. You're given a very basic idea - a single kink or situation - and then you have to figure out how to make it work and make it hot! Thanks for reading!
Jun. 8th, 2013 09:47 pm (UTC)
That was amazing!
And lol at Uruhas safeword beimg 'Vodka', hahaha xD
Nah, scarves aren't boring at all. Esp. Kai's :D
Jun. 13th, 2013 04:41 pm (UTC)
It was all too appropriate for him. (I had another one where Aoi's safeword was "ramen." Yes, the staples of VK life - booze, ramen, electronics and video games. ~_^) I'm so glad you enjoyed - and there's no WAY Kai's scarves could be boring. ~_^
Jun. 19th, 2013 01:42 pm (UTC)
Hahaha :D Yeah, safewords are a funny thing, lol.
& I totally agree! :D
Jun. 9th, 2013 02:23 am (UTC)
*screams and cries and turns into jello*
Jun. 13th, 2013 04:42 pm (UTC)
*de-jellofies you*

Thank you! I'm guessing that means you liked it a lot! ~_^ I'm glad you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it!
Jun. 10th, 2013 11:01 pm (UTC)
I always thought Kai and his scarves where rather sexy...after this fic, im not gonna be able to walk by them in a store without having a perverted grin on my face. I have always loved how you make Kai into a seme, and even an uke....Perfect story once again!
Jun. 13th, 2013 04:45 pm (UTC)
Kai is quite the dominant seme in my mind, though he can go the other way too - it's the whole Leader-san thing. Kai seems to like being in control. ~_^ (You can't imagine how happy I was to hear on Tumblr that there was another possible reading for Kai's family name kanji - he's too seme to be Uke Yutaka! ~_^) Thanks for reading!
Jun. 11th, 2013 11:22 am (UTC)
Seriously, you HAD to give people nosebleeds, didn't you? XD -wipes nose- My god that was hot *_*
Jun. 13th, 2013 04:46 pm (UTC)
Re: ejbhtubne[rijfqaw
*hands you tissues*

If the fic gave you a nosebleed, I consider it a very high compliment! (Hey, Kai plus scarves plus Uruha equals ultimate nosebleed material!) I'm so glad that you enjoyed it!
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