* Mature Content Warning: for sexy shenanigans *
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While he waited, Kit did as Casimir had asked and stripped down until he was standing in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts.
He carefully folded each item of clothing with near robotic movements and felt another stirring of nerves that twisted his insides.
His hand traced the deep scar across his torso whilst he attempted to calm his mind and fight back a wave of nausea.
'Cas...it's only Cas, 5, 4, 3, - Ah! Fuck it. Fuck the counting shit! It's just Cas, just Cas...' He closed his eyes and pictured Casimir's in his mind.
They were wide and bright with intelligence and warmth.
They creased up and shined like rubies when he laughed.
Whenever he was trying to hide his nerves he would laugh with an odd cadence and make overly flirtatious jokes.
But when he was serious, he would moan softly at every touch and his body would tremble.
Kit's lips curled up into a warm smile.
