Stripper4 is coming for you.
I mean, there are police uniform stripping clothes, and Scepter4 is a known government faction (except exactly what they do isn’t known I guess), so there must be stripper versions of their uniform.
Based on this prompt: Imagine your OTP tearing at each other’s clothes during an adrenaline-fuelled make out session, and Person A stopping briefly to whisper “mine” against Person B’s mouth, to which Person B mutters “yours” back, and lets Person A take over. (source)
I’m sorry I can’t write long smutty scenes omg
Genre: smut (there you go pervs) + fluffiness because I’m a bit of a cupcake
Notes: I’m writing this because this cutiepie asked me to but I DON’T KNOW IF I’M GOOD AT WRITING THIS KIND OF THING SO BLAME IT ON HER
By the time Misaki was busy getting rid of his SCEPTER 4 jacket with hasty fingers, Saruhiko’s mind was already a blur. He could feel the smell of the smaller boy surrounding him slowly as his body collided with him, both hands unwrapping the red sweater around Misaki’s waist. His back shivered when a pair of slim fingers touched his old Homra mark; he didn’t even realize that Misaki had already got rid of his shirt.
They could do it for days, months, years – Saruhiko would never get used to having his Misaki all for himself like that.