Reach Out & Touch Faith (слэш)

“Sit, Corazon.” Doflamingo orders, gesturing at the chair by his desk. He’s wearing his new suit, only the dress shoes and his socks are missing. His slender ankles are hidden, but his feet are bare and slightly suntanned.
Taking a seat and leaning backwards - but not too far or he’ll fall down to the floor; Corazon crosses one leg over the other and places his hands carefully in his lap. He knows by the sensual spring in his captain’s step that he’s supposed to admire the handsomeness and craftsmanship of the suit. How the suit vest clings to his shoulders and accentuates the sharpness of his waist. Corazon steals with his eyes: the rhythm of his captain’s hips as they swing from right to left to right again, the movement of his hands and willowy fingers as they unbutton the first few buttons of his black shirt, the prowling nature of his stride - closer and closer.