“No one insults you. No one.”
Henry returned his attention to Draco, the memory so fresh in his mind it could have happened yesterday.
Draco adjusted his hold on Henry, managing to get them closer than before somehow. “The griffins are a proud clan, and Eduard is extremely proud to be with us. Never doubt that, okay? And if you ever start to worry, just look at him. See the way he watches you.”
“He does that to all of us. Hesees.”
“Exactly. Eagle eyes and all that,” Draco teased. “And even though we’ll do our best to not look like assholes in front of his clan, Eduard won’t let them put us down.”
Henry nodded. “Come on. I want to go see him now.”
Draco lowered Henry to his feet and straightened his clothes. Henry linked their fingers together and led them out into the main room where Andvari was standing on the platform wearing a ridiculously hot suit. Eduard was practically drooling over him as Bebe fussed over Andvari, tugging fabric until it laid just so against Andvari’s body.
Henry walked right over to Eduard and leaned into him. When he had his attention, Henry pushed up onto his toes and kissed him gently. “Thank you for doing this,” Henry said. “I can’t wait to see what you’ll pick for me.”
Eduard cupped his hand over Henry’s cheek and smiled. “You’re beautiful as you are.”
“But come on,” Henry grinned, “I’m gonna look hot in one of those suits.”
“That you will, love. Why don’t you go on back with Sawyer? You two can try things on together. But you must come out and show me, deal?”
Henry nodded, eager for the first time to see what all the fuss was about. He skipped back behind the screen and found Sawyer stripped down to his boxers while a man knelt in front of him with a long measuring tape in his hands. Sawyer meeped when the guy reached between his legs and nestled the tape up by his cock.
“Thirty two inch inseam,” the man said. Another guy stood off to the side with a clipboard and he scribbled the number down.
“All done,” the tailor said with a smile. “Are you next?”
He glanced at Henry who nodded.
Sawyer still looked a bit shocked.
“Didn’t you go to prom?” Henry asked. He’d been measured when he ordered his tux, but hadn’t had to strip to his underwear to do it.
“No. I didn’t go,” Sawyer said.
“Okay. Well this is normal.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the tailor said. “I didn’t know you were unfamiliar with the process.”
“It’s okay.” Sawyer gulped, still slightly uncomfortable.
“Can you guys get him something to try on while you measure me? It would probably help if he wasn’t in his underwear.”
“Certainly, sir.”
Henry stripped down to his boxers quickly then let the tailor move him around as he got the measurements he needed. The other guy came back in the room pushing a loaded rack, and he handed the first outfit to Sawyer. They finished Henry’s measurements next then handed him a set of clothes as well. Sawyer had a pair of dark tan shorts and an olive green T-shirt. They’d given Henry navy shorts and a light blue top that matched his eyes.
Sawyer had already pulled the clothes on before Henry was finished getting measured and he looked down at the casual outfit in confusion. “I thought we needed fancy clothes.”
Henry pulled on his own and stared at them in the full length mirror behind the screen. “I have a feeling we’re getting new wardrobes. Eduard doesn’t do anything by halves.”
“You guys ready yet?” Eduard called from the other side of the screen.
Sawyer shook his head, laughing when one of the assistants put a hat on his head. The other had a pair of shoes ready for him to slip his feet into. “Oh, good grief.”
Henry laughed as a pair of sunglasses was slipped onto his face. “It’s fun. Just go with it.”
They joined hands and did a fake super model walk out to the platform where they struck a pose. Eduard laughed and hopped up to look them both over. “You look great. Are you happy? Comfortable?” They both nodded. “Amazing. Bebe, make sure they get these in different colors. Henry’s shorts are a touch long don’t you think? Perhaps a slight hem?”
