Muzan sat at his desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork. He wore a kimono, which had ridden up slightly, revealing his black boxers. Yoriichi entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him. He couldn't help but stare at Muzan's exposed thigh and the hint of what lay beneath.
Muzan, completely unbothered by his exposed undergarments, continued working on his paperwork. Yoriichi, trying to hide his growing arousal, approached Muzan's desk.
"You know, you could at least try to be a little more modest," Yoriichi said, trying to sound stern but failing as he stared at Muzan's toned legs.
Muzan looked up at Yoriichi, a smirk on his face. "And why would I do that? It's not like you're not enjoying the view."
Yoriichi rolled his eyes, trying to play it cool. "I'm not 'enjoying the view', I'm just trying to get you to do your paperwork like a normal demon king."
Muzan laughed, standing up from his desk. "And here I thought you married me for my charming personality."
Yoriichi couldn't help but smile at Muzan's playful insult. "I married you for your pump ass, not your charming personality."
Muzan walked over to Yoriichi, a twinkle in his eye. "Well, I'm glad to see that you're still as shallow as ever."
Yoriichi's heart raced as Muzan got closer. He couldn't help but imagine what lay beneath those black boxers. Muzan reached out, placing a hand on Yoriichi's chest.
"And here I was, thinking that you were going to scold me for my lack of modesty," Yoriichi said, trying to maintain his composure.
Muzan's smile grew wider. "Oh, really? And how so?"
Yoriichi took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "Well, I can't help but stare at your exposed thigh and the hint of what lies beneath."
Muzan chuckled, leaning in closer to Yoriichi. "And what exactly lies beneath?"
Yoriichi's face flushed, realizing that he'd been caught. "You know very well what lies beneath."
Muzan's smirk grew wider. "I do, but I want to hear you say it."
Yoriichi took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. "Your pump ass."
Muzan burst out laughing, pulling Yoriichi into a tight embrace. "I knew I married the right man."
Yoriichi couldn't help but smile, feeling Muzan's strong arms around him. "And I knew I married the right demon king."
The two of them stood there, laughing and embracing each other. Yoriichi's gaze lingered on Muzan's exposed thigh and the hint of what lay beneath. Muzan, noticing Yoriichi's gaze, smirked.
"Like what you see?" Yoriichi, trying to play it cool, rolled his eyes. "I'm just trying to get you to do your paperwork like a normal demon king."
Muzan chuckled, pulling Yoriichi closer. "Well, I'm glad to see that you're still as shallow as ever."
Yoriichi couldn't help but smile, feeling Muzan's strong arms around him. The two of them stood there, embracing each other as Yoriichi's gaze lingered on Muzan's exposed thigh and the hint of what lay beneath.
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