It was time to change that.
With reverence, Gage found the band of the thong. He smoothed the fabric of the front panel down and made sure the back string wasn’t twisted. Then, carefully, he lowered the garment so he could step into it. The black panel of the thong brushed between his thighs, then cupped his flaccid dick. Experimentally, he ran a hand over the bulge and shivered. With a throb, his cock started to wake.
With the thong in place, there were only a few things left to do, and the first of them was to arrange his pearls.
Each creamy bead of the garment’s lower strands rolled against Gage’s thighs, cool to the touch and so smooth that he couldn’t resist running his fingers over them. They glistened in the dimmed bedroom lights, their luster so much more thrilling on his body than they had been in the drawer. They’d been a gift from Aaron for their anniversary one year. At the time, Gage had considered pawning them, but the thought of parting with a gift from Aaron had eaten too much at his conscience—he knew that if he let them go, he’d always regret it. So they’d sat in his drawer, waiting for a chance to be modelled.
Tonight, they’d make their debut.
Three drooping strands of pearls fell across each of Gage’s thighs, suspended from the band of his thong like Victorian-styled bustles. They draped over the front of his thighs, dipped to their lowest point at the left and right sides of his body, then traveled upward across the modest curve of his ass, highlighting its shape, before joining themselves to the thong’s band. Gage studied himself in the full-length mirror, turning his hips from side to side to see the pearls shimmer. Their milky color was subtle against his pale skin, and their small size was elegant. When he moved, they rolled, and the sensation was enchanting enough that Gage found himself shifting his hips just to feel them turn.
“Pretty,” Gage whispered, admiring himself. He’d been so wrapped up in parenting Bo that he’d forgotten that he could be beautiful. Raising a little boy had never left him feeling glamorous, but tonight, wearing Aaron’s pearls, he felt like he had before he’d become a parent—irresistible.
As pretty as the thong was, it was just the beginning. There was another piece to the lingerie he needed to fit to his body. The collar in his hands, slightly more rigid than the thong had been out of necessity, was connected to the rest of the garment by a long strand of pearls that dissected Gage’s body into equal halves. One end of it was attached to the center of the thong’s band, and the other was fastened beautifully to the center of Gage’s collar. Working slowly so as not to twist the string, Gage lifted the pearls until they were flush with his stomach and chest. He secured the collar around his neck.
Stunning.
Six more strands of pearls dipped from the center point of the collar, each of them plunging down Gage’s chest and wrapping over his shoulders, their lengths varied so they layered just like the ones across his thighs did. Each of the strands reattached at the back of the collar, expertly secured.
Gage admired himself in the mirror, the tips of his ears pink with admiration for his gift. The fit was perfect—Aaron had likely had it custom-made.
There was only one way Gage could think to make it better.
He picked up the plug he’d laid on top of the dresser, coated it with lube until it was slick, and moved the string of his thong aside so he could delicately insert it into himself. The black silicone bulb slipped in deep, its oblong shape stretching him just enough so that he felt full. The plug’s smooth base was narrow and curved to fit comfortably between the cheeks of his ass. Gage worked his hips from side to side, feeling the pearls caress his skin while the plug shifted inside of him.
Bliss.
And when he handed the remote wirelessly linked to the plug to Aaron, it would be total ecstasy.
Gage examined himself one final time in the mirror. His cheeks were rosy and his skin was bright. Seeing himself look so good had boosted his confidence and reminded him that while he was a dad, he was also a young man who deserved a sex life. He’d done his duty and been there for Bo—it was time he let someone be there forhim.
More confident than he’d been in years, Gage retrieved the tiny remote for the plug, smiled at himself in the mirror, then went to have dinner with Aaron.
18
Aaron
The delicateclickof the porcelain plate as it met the wooden surface of the dining room table joined the notes of the cello concerto playing at low volume through the surround sound stereo system. On the plate, half of a seared chicken breast had been served. It laid on a bed of salad greens, drizzled with the port wine reduction that Aaron had made.
Before Aaron could retrieve the second plate from the kitchen, the sound of footsteps drew his attention. Aaron turned, smiling, then stopped in his tracks, stunned.
He’d expected to find Gage on his way downstairs in formal dinner wear.
What he’d found sent Aaron’s heart rate into orbit.
Step by tantalizing step, Gage descended from the upstairs hall wearing pearls and very little else.
Aaron’s hands fell to his sides. He remained frozen in place, unable to look away. Beneath the track lights, the pearls glimmered. Every step Gage took, they rolled, tiny pinpricks of light against Gage’s pale skin. In contrast to the black fabric that covered his groin and banded across his neck, they were visually stunning.
Gage was lit up like the sky at night, his body a canvas for beauty that Aaron’s mind couldn’t fully comprehend. When he’d ordered the lingerie, he’d known that it would suit Gage, but this?
In this moment, Gage was celestial.
What good had Aaron done the world to be blessed like this?
“BP?” Aaron asked. His jaw had gone numb, his tongue awkward. Words were a struggle to find. How could he ever hope to convey how he felt when his mind fizzled like a sparkler, each sizzling burst of light its own unique, vibrant thought about the man before him? “You look… wow.”
“Thank you,” Gage said. He arrived at the bottom of the stairs, passed through the open baby gate, and approached Aaron on bare feet. “I feel pretty wow, too.”
