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They were so desperate, they even considered lowering down onto their knees. “Please,” Ra-on begged, “Just do it for me!”
Sitri stared at them, incredulous. The human had suddenly come up to him with pleading eyes, heart beating fast with anticipation and the hope he would accept whatever proposal they suggested. They were holding onto a hanger, which they waved about insistently.
He wasn't very thrilled with their proposition, however, as much as he enjoyed when their pulse was brisk. It had taken him completely by surprise, even though he was prepared to be asked for some sort of favour.
“I would rather not. Isn't Paimon better to ask for this sort of matter?”
“No! It has to be you!”
Their gaze was burning with passion he didn't get to witness often. It was slightly concerning, how it could be compared to the intensity of the rage they felt when someone dear to them got injured, grinding their teeth similarly to Satan. Was this really that important?
“And why is that, exactly?” he said, slight irritation bleeding into his tone.
A firm hand was placed onto one of his shoulders. “Because you'd look hot in it.”
A beat passed between them, and Sitri stood, processing the words Ra-on had just spoken. Such an earnest tone would have made him agree if the request wasn't so bizarre. Still cautious, he fixed them with a disapproving look. Just that admission alone wouldn't coax him to do what they wanted him to do.
“I'm afraid I'll have to decli…” he stopped. From seemingly out of nowhere, a box of assorted black tea bags were presented to him. He could discern their quality, and his resolve wavered. “If you insist.”
They beamed as soon as the words left his lips, and they eagerly pressed a kiss against them. Courtesy of their height as a human, they had to crane their head up to do so. When they parted a few seconds later, the hanger was shoved into his face and he was being pushed out of the door to change.
Now alone, he inspected the clothes he was going to wear, as per the human's request. On the hanger was an article of clothing he would have never dared to try on. Until now. He held the black and backless dress with mesh sleeves, and he tried to figure out how to even put it onto his body. Sighing, he braced himself for confusion.
After a few minutes, the door clicked open and Sitri emerged. Ra-on practically ran towards him to drink in the sights they were beholding. They pinched their cheek to check that this was reality and that, yes, Sitri was wearing a dress.
To say he looked good was the understatement of the century, in their unbiased opinion.
The dress ended near the start of his thigh, since it was originally designed for women, but they were not complaining in the slightest. If anything, it made it even better. Their eyes gravitated towards the small amount of bare skin between the seam of the dress, and the hem of his long, lacy socks. It looked so soft.
From behind, the window in the dress left little to the imagination. His defined shoulder blades were tempting to touch, as were the rest of the ridges and dips that were on his back. They yearned to run their hand along it and cherish each and every part. But that was for another time.
Lower down, they couldn't resist staring at their favourite part of his body. As always, his ass was perfectly shaped, but the dress he wore made it look even better. Perhaps the length drew attention to it more than it usually did; they weren't sure.
“You're beautiful…” Ra-on breathed, hands roaming all over his form.
Sitri cleared his throat. “This is… A new experience for me.”
“Do you like wearing it?” they tore their eyes away from his arms and looked at him.
“It's different. But not unwelcome, I suppose.”
“So you'll wear it again?”
“If you manage to convince me.”
A cheeky grin spread across their face, “Oh, I'll convince you alright.”
They grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the bed.