Luca found himself pressed against Xavier as if suddenly weakened by the sensation.
He figured the suit was a bit more sensitive than the last one, but never did he imagine it to be like this!
"!!!"
Xavier's hand continued to linger at Luca's waist, his thumb brushing deliberately over the sleek, form-fitting material beneath his clothes.
The subtle shift in texture caught his attention instantly.
"…So what's this?" His voice was calm, but there was a glint in his eyes that made Luca's stomach flip.
"It's—ah—it's nothing important," Luca stammered, his shoulders twitching as if he could somehow pull away without actually moving.
But Xavier's arm at his back kept him neatly in place, their bodies still pressed close from before.
"Nothing important?" Xavier repeated, tone dripping with disbelief. His fingers traced along the curve of Luca's hip, finding the faint seam that ran under his tunic. "Hmm. Feels important."
