Sex came with that package. Despite feeling like a standard sexless office drone, Resasuke wasn't opposed to sex, he just didn't know enough social cuing to initiate it at wanted times and intervals. When he started it was often a question of how to make him stop. A good powerbottom, like Puko, could rev the engine and step on the gas, going along for the ride. Fantasy was also not foreign to the red panda, he just didn't have the knack for pulling it up on his own, unbidden. When prompted and led through options like a telephone menu in his own head he could come up with some wild things.
He was a humble man, or at least a quiet one, but he still liked fantasies of power, in some sense. He wanted an office, with a door and a table. And, with enough pushing from powerbottom Puko to express his desires, a secretary. One who brought cans of coffee, sat on his desk, and was often rendered naked by odd circumstances, necessitating discipline. That was something Puko could work with. After a long day of real office, or on a weekend, they could play office. Admittedly, he was a little too good at imitating the office at home, even while being naked save for a belt, but it was part of the charm. The simulacrum. He was so earnest it made the added sex parts feel deliciously dirty, mere perverted. And Puko could come up with the most unusual excuses. The train doors closed on her clothes as she ran out, rendering her both naked AND late. A UFO tried to kidnap her but only got her attire, also making her naked and late. Adding lateness was one of Puko's favorites, because it was worth more passionate punishment.
"You are violating the dress code."
*Whack, whack*
"You are also unacceptably late."
*Whack, whack*
"Stop dripping on my coffee table."
*Whack, whack*
"Roll over. You must be punished with being pressed."
Another thing Puko accomplished. She made him very good at pressing her. They really were good for each other.
Resasuke and Puko (c) Sanrio
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