Kaito standing alone in the quiet of his room, he’s donned a sleek, vibrant red lycra morphsuit that clings to every muscle like a second skin. The synthetic fabric is thin and unforgiving, its slight sheen highlighting the hard lines of his body and leaving nothing to the imagination.
He stands directly in front of the mirror, mesmerized by his own reflection. The tight lycra barely contains his obvious erection, which stretches and pulls against the crimson material. Slowly, almost experimentally, Kaito begins rubbing himself over the slick fabric, watching his own hands move in the mirror. The unique friction of the lycra against his heat creates an intense sensation, and he watches with uncharacteristic intensity as the material shifts and gleams with every stroke. It’s a rare, private moment of self-indulgence, where the usually stoic Kaito allows himself to be captivated by his own form.
