Ethan
Demyan looked a lot more confident now as he was dressed in one of my black trousers, a matching black button up shirt that he left open to expose his chest slightly and not to disappoint Vasilisa completely he wore the ruby encrusted shoes that added a nice flash of colour to the look. I had brushed his hair up for him in a ponytail since he hated to dance with it down.
It always got frizzy and he would moan about it the whole day.
There was a greater feeling of seeing him comfortable in his outfit than before where I had taught him to believe if he was more confident showing skin, it would make him look ten times more appealing. It was the dumbest thing of me to ask of him, just because I enjoyed seeing him half naked because it made me heavy with an erection, I realised I had also tinted Demyan to just be seen as a sex symbol when he was so much more.
