Chapter 23

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“Ican’t wear that, Tyson!” He would look like… like an idiot. He wore jeans when they went out. Period. He didn’t wear leather, he didn’t wear slacks, and he certainly never wore gauzy harem pants.

They were silly.

And damn near see-through.

“Can’t? You don’t know how to put pants on? Come on, chicken. Try them on.” Tyson shoved them at him again.

“I know how. I just don’t want to look like a giant dork.” He took them like they were a serpent.

“Did you know that a dork is actually a whale’s penis?”

“Really?” Okay, that was weird.

Tyson crossed his arms and stared at him. “Put them on, Kacey. They feel sexy. You’ll see. They come in a bunch of colors too.”

“Okay, but no pictures. Fair?” He wasn’t showing them off. At least they were home. It had been enough of a shock when Tyson had gone out and returned with a dozen bags of… interesting clothes. “Do you leave your unders on, well, under?”

“What? Did you say unders? Not sexy, honey. Hang on.” Tyson dug through one of the bags and held out something that was mostly… strings. “Wear this.”

“What is it?” It was like a… penis purse.

Tyson sighed and held it in his fingers just so, showing him where the actual fabric was. “Your cock goes here, honey. It’s a thong. Have you never worn a thong? Life changing.”

“No. I like the briefs or boxer briefs and just stuff that keeps my cock away from zipper teeth.” He rolled his eyes. Butt floss. It was butt floss. “Y’all have some wild things up here...”

Tyson just held the thing out to him. Wordlessly. Hanging on one finger.

Dammit.

Kacey stripped his jeans and briefs off, putting them aside. It took a few tries to get the cock purse on—which was weird as hell, his butt cheeks just swinging in the wind.

“That’s about right.” Tyson grabbed the waistband and shimmied it and the little trim in the back got very familiar with him. “Better.”

“Damn, good thing I’m not tender back there, huh?” He wiggled and tried not to feel like his package was pushed out in display.

“Oh, it’s a nice reminder of who you belong to when you’re sore.” Tyson sounded way too excited by that idea.

“Let me put the tissue-paper pants on.” He felt ten times more exposed in this thing than he had naked. Thank God he was just having fun with Ty—and for all his complaining, it was all in fun and he was having a ball. “There’d better not be bells like a belly dancer.”

“Oh! Good idea! I think I picked up some of those if you want them…” Tyson started rummaging in his bags.

“Stop it.” The pants went on, the way the fabric brushed him making his leg hairs stand straight up. Okay, weird.

“No?” Tyson looked up from his bags. “Oh, look at you! Take your shirt off, honey, this is a skin thing.”

“Okay…” He stripped off his shirt, and of course, his nipples went hard.

“Wow. Look at you.” Tyson walked around him, then took him by the shoulders and moved him. “Over here. Mirror.”

He walked over, but he barely recognized the man in the mirror.

“You’re hot as hell, Kacey. Don’t you think? Imagine Master River coming home and finding you waiting for him wearing this? He’d fucking crawl to you.” Tyson snorted. “Figuratively speaking, of course.”

“Of course.” He turned and looked at the back. “Not goofy?”

“I’d do you.” Tyson laughed. “That’s a compliment, I swear.”

“Ha!” He felt a little goofy. “I feel so damn exposed.”

“Well, yeah. Exposed is the point. You’re not going to wear it on the street… well, except maybe to the Pride parade.” Tyson turned him so he could see his ass in the mirror. “This is purely for seduction purposes. Look at that ass.”

Right. So this was lingerie for gay kinky guys. Good to know. “It’s totally sticking out there.”

Tyson rolled his eyes. “You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that. It’s different. That’s okay. It’s cool to be different.” Maybe a little unnerving, but sex could be that.

“Different is good. Doms like different every so often. Surprises are fun, you know? They pretend like they want everything just so, but they like creativity.”

Creative was something he got.

“Okay, so…you drape yourself over the bed and pretend to have dozed off?”

“If you think he’d like that. Or you could arrange yourself artfully in that big chair, or over the spanking bench there…”

“Artfully…” He didn’t think he was quite daring enough for that, but maybe. “The spanking bench feels a little spot on the nose.”

Tyson giggled. “Too obvious? Or just the right amount of obvious?”

“Honestly?” He couldn’t stop his grin. “I have no idea. I’m learning! I mean, if you’d bet me two months ago I’d be laying over a man’s lap bare-assed naked for a spanking, I’d have fought you.”

“I’d heard that about you. Drinking in bars, goading big men into kicking your butt. Bringing home black eyes and ugly bruises instead of pretty ones. Doesn’t sound like nearly as much fun.”

“My heart hurt. Like bad. I needed something to hurt worse.” And then he’d found River, who was helping his heart.

“I know what that’s like. I didn’t realize how bad things were for me until Noel appeared, like, out of nowhere. He helped me a lot. He still does, of course.”

“Yeah? I’m glad. I mean, that you found each other.” He sat cross-legged on the bed, pulling a blanket around his shoulders and snuggling in as he watched Tyson try on different tiny shorts.

“Oh, he found me. I wasn’t having any part of his whole thing. I was a mess.” Tyson laughed, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “When you don’t believe you deserve better, it’s hard to accept that someone else thinks you do. All good now, though.”

“I was more… I was an idiot. I believed in a lie.” Kacey shrugged, shook his head. “And I was shocked.”

Tyson nodded, and the smile was real this time. “You look happy now though.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I still worry. Sometimes I’m waiting for the shoe to drop, because I didn’t do anything to deserve him.” He hadn’t done anything to deserve being thrown away either.

“Not gonna happen. I’ve never seen Master River interested in anyone long-term. He’s been a Dom to the masses as long as I’ve known him.” Tyson grinned. “There are going to be a bunch of very disappointed subs when they find out Master River is taken for good.”

“Yeah, and he is. Taken.” He winked at Ty. “Do you like to dance?”

“I love it. Noel is mostly the slow-dance type, but I’ll dance to anything. You know the club has a dance floor? Master River loves to dance too.” Tyson wiggled out of another pair of tiny shorts and pulled his jeans back on.

“I love to dance—I used to have a dance after I rode.” Okay, time to get dressed, so he stood up.

There was a sharp rap at the door and River walked in. “We’re back, boys. We were thinking of going… out. Wow.” River froze in the bedroom doorway, eyes roaming from his head to his toes and back again. “Wow.”

“I—” His entire body flushed with heat, enough he was scared the pants would set on fire. “Tyson was showing me⁠—”

Tyson slid right up to River. “Doesn’t he look hot?”

River nodded, eyes glued to Kacey. “You’re a naughty boy, Tyson.”

“I know, right?”

“Your Master is in the living room,” River said with a growl.

“Uh-huh. Yep. Got it.” Tyson hurried out and closed the door.

“I—” He licked his lips, standing stock still, not sure what to do. If he moved, he’d spring wood.

Or have a stroke.

“What’s this, boy?” River made a twirly gesture with his hand, clearly asking him to turn in a circle.

“Tyson wanted me to try them on.” He turned slowly, and he swore he could feel River’s gaze on him.

“Do you like them?” River slowly moved closer, those eyes still roaming from his abs to his eyes to his cock and back again. “How do they make you feel?”

“Super naked. Sexy. Exposed.” He sank his teeth into his bottom lip.

“Mhm. I like all of that.” River kissed him gently and caught his cock through the tiny bit of fabric in the thong.

His breath caught in his throat, and his entire body responded in a rush. “It-do you like it?”

River caught him around the waist. “I do. I’m your dragon; you’re my genie.”

“Uh-huh. Yours.” His teeth sank into his bottom lip. “You wanna dance?”

“We need some music.” River pulled him closer and danced him in a slow circle.

“Alexa, play something sexy.” Okay, the pants were growing on him.

If only for here at the house.