Anteros frowned at first and moved his head from the left to the right as Eros dressed him. Like a puppy you were training he moved forward and obediently stuck his legs into the pants. He had a sour look on his face as none of this felt pleasant at all. And it itched.
The longer the clothes stayed on, the more he didn't like them. He scratched at his chest and his legs. This was the worst thing ever. How were people supposed to see him if he had all this crap covering him up? This was totally counter-productive..
But nothing was going to take away from the fact he was with his big brother! Even if it meant he had to look ridiculous.