Cold looked surprised, a rare expression for him, turning to study Jimmy’s face for a few moments. He nodded, gesturing Jimmy over with a finger as he said, “Yes, you may.”
Jimmy rushed to his side, beaming excitedly, gushing, “Thank you!”
Cold chuckled, gesturing to the suit. “At your leisure, Jimmy.”
Jimmy stood at the ready, twitching with nervous energy, asking, “What’s first? Underwear, right? I mean, of course—”
“Unless you’d prefer I go without for the evening,” Cold teased softly.
Jimmy blushed, falling over himself to grab a pair of black silk boxers, stammering, “I-I don’t think I could control myself knowing you’re all dressed up with no underwear on.”
“In that case, definitely going without.” Cold chuckled wickedly. “Please, put them back.”
Jimmy gulped, returning the boxers back into the drawer, his face hot and grinning. He knew that after underwear came socks, selecting a black pair of dress socks and matching sock garters. He showed them to Cold, asking, “These?”
“Perfect,” Cold nodded.
Jimmy knelt down, slowly working Cold’s socks onto his feet and rubbing his fingers reverently along the lines of his calves. Cold had the most spectacular legs, and he blushed as he buckled the sock garters around his gorgeous thighs.
Each buckle clicked into place, the sounds making Jimmy’s cock jump beneath his robe repeatedly. He wouldn’t be able to hide how turned on he was for long as he gazed adoringly up at Cold. “Now the suit?”
“The pieces of a suit should always match,” Cold said breathlessly, offering Jimmy the pants from the hanger. “There is some exception for a three-piece, where the waistcoat may be of a contrasting color to add some flair.”
Jimmy bundled up the legs so Cold could step into them, kissing his knees and his thighs as he stood to pull them up. “Belt?”
Cold nodded at a neatly organized rack that held at least a dozen belts. “A belt needs to complement the suit and should match your shoes.”
Jimmy dragged his fingers over each one before settling on a sleek black one. He shivered when he touched it, certain he had met this particular one before. “Yes?”
“Excellent choice.”
Jimmy carefully slipped the belt through the loops, wrapping his arms around Cold’s waist as he brought it around. He very purposely avoided Cold’s cock as he adjusted the pants around his hips, fingers dragging over his stomach as he asked, “And the shirt?”
“French cuffs. Always. White is a common color choice,” Cold replied with a quiet sigh, clearly enjoying Jimmy’s attentions as his cock started to stiffen up. “Other colors are acceptable, but it must always be lighter than the tie you wear.”
Jimmy took the shirt from the hanger, stepping around Cold to pull it over his arms. He stepped back in front of him to start buttoning it, teasing little touches dancing along his chest and stomach as he went.
Cold watched him work away at each button, his breath noticeably hitching as Jimmy continued to take his time. He wanted to do this right, do it the way Cold would, do it perfectly.
Jimmy enjoyed tucking the shirttail in, feeling Cold’s warm bare skin all under his fingers and brushing up against his thick cock as he pulled up the zipper. He buckled his belt, checking the fit before glancing around the closet for the next item.
“Cufflinks,” Cold reminded him.
Jimmy knew where they were, picking out a stunning diamond pair from the case and showing them to Cold for his approval.
“Another wonderful choice,” Cold confirmed, something tense in his tone now.
Jimmy eagerly slid them into the slits of the cuffs, folding the creases slowly. He laced their fingers together as he turned Cold’s wrists to inspect his work, kissing his knuckles. He gasped when Cold suddenly pushed his thumb into his mouth.
“A full Windsor is the only acceptable knot for a tie,” Cold said, his eyes intently focused on Jimmy’s lips, “but you must make sure the tie is long enough to accommodate it.”
Jimmy hummed, softly sucking Cold’s thumb and running his tongue over it hungrily. He pulled off with a wet pop, asking heatedly, “How long does it need to be?”
“Long enough so that once it’s tied, the end will just reach your waistband or the top of your belt buckle,” Cold said quickly, licking his lips. “Even though it will be tucked into the waistcoat, the proper length is essential.”
“Waistcoat! Right!” Jimmy grabbed the vest off the hanger, quickly pulling it over Cold’s shoulders and starting to button it up. Cold’s hands were suddenly at his throat, pulling him in close to bite his ear. Jimmy groaned eagerly, struggling to finish the buttons.
“What about th-the tie?” Jimmy gasped.
