[Never doubt the sexual function of Akira Kurusu, Goro. Never. He skims his hands up Goro's sides and finds the clasp of the bra, unhooking it with startling ease. His hands then continue, skimming upward and inward, slowly loosing the bra from Goro's shoulders and letting it dangle down off. Akira exhales, realizing that if his dick wasn't literally dried up like a salted slug right now, it would absolutely be attempting to get hard again, just from that.] ...you're beautiful, Goro.
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