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Suga has never really cared for bondage. He doesn't mind it, he'll let you tie him up and milk him dry, he has fun. But when he opened up the parcel meant for you only to be greeted with black lacy lingerie, he felt his heart leap into his chest and his dick twitch in his pants.
You wouldn't be home for a while, he knew. It couldn't hurt to try it on, it looked so comfy. So he took the lingerie to the bathroom, stripped and changed, admiring the lace in the mirror.
His cock was hard, barely confined in the lace, the sensation so addictive. He could rut comfortably against the fabric, enough drag to satisfy but not enough to chafe. It was thrilling on so many levels, his body thrumming with adrenaline and desire.
He couldn't stop himself from reaching down, palming his cock gently, the lace soft against his fingertips. He gasped and choked back a moan, staring at himself in the mirror, watching his hand move against his straining length. He'd never felt this good, he–
He came hard with a soft moan, slumping against the door, eyes wide as he stared at himself and his sticky fingers. Then your voice came from behind him:
"I see you found my present, sunlight."