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[Gokudera couldn't suppress a groan when he caught sight of Makoto's sculpted body again, another wave of fire in his nerves passing through him, heat traveling right to his groin. He just wanted to - wanted to run his tongue all over that, and took a few seconds to shamelessly stare in pure want. Then Makoto was getting his shirt off, and too late Gokudera's brain decided to remind him how skinny and pale and scrawny he was, especially in comparison to Makoto's physique. Fighting the urge to cover himself, Gokudera blushed again, and now it was very visible how the color went down his neck, along his shoulders and the top of his chest.]

Sorry, I'm - er, not much to look at ... [He felt like he should apologize.]