“What?” River looked over Newt’s shoulder and smirked.
“Whatisthis? How do you even put it on?” Newt held up a handful of leather straps.
“Max having fun.” River picked a slinky black jockstrap out of the box.
“What? Oh.” Newt felt his cheeks flush as he figured out what they were holding. “I can’t wear a harness. What if Ihave an accident? If they have to cut my clothes off in A&E, I’ll be thinking—let me die now.”
River growled. “Put it all on. Max knows I’ll think about you wearing it. It will… distract me.”
Newt tsked. “Go and do something while I get changed.”
“Def…intely not.” River sat on the stairs. “This is today’s fun.”
Newt rolled his eyes, but stripped and put on the jockstrap. “Feels weird.”
“Looks great.” River put out his tongue and panted.
The trousers fit perfectly. Newt hadn’t worn trousers like this since he’d been at school, and they weren’t really like this. The shoes were a perfect fit too. But the harness… He didn’t know where to start.
“Help me?” Newt asked.
River caressed and stroked and teased and did everything he could to drive Newt mad while he helped him fasten the straps. “You look so good. Sexy. Very James B…Bond but b-better. I could eat you. I want to eat you. Wear this all the time.”
The result of being touched and talked to like that was inevitable. River was in the same state.
“Fuck,” Newt muttered shakily. “Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me. Don’t breathe on me. I know what will happen and I’ll make you take the suit into the drycleaners and tell them exactly what the stain is and why it’s there. Go and sit on the stairs. And don’t laugh either.” He glanced at River and groaned. River sat on the second step with his zip down and his hand inside his jeans.
“Need a hand,” River said.
“You said no once, that’s it.”
River pouted.
The shirt buttons were fiddly but Newt did them all up. The bow tie was impossible. River sat on the stairs staring at him.
“Fine. I need help again. Please.”
River came up behind him and tied it while he pressed his cock against Newt’s arse.
“Back on the stairs. No more touching. The cufflinks don’t matter.”
“I’d only touch your wrists.”
“I’m not fooled by that look.”
River blinked.
“Nor that look.”
The harness could be detected under the shirt but not when he had the jacket on. Newt was shocked that he felt good wearing it. It didn’t make sense that it made him feel more confident and powerful, but it did. River had gone quiet. Newt looked into the full-length mirror near the cloakroom and gulped. This guy in the smart suit didn’t look like him. He looked…more grown up.
“Fuuuck.” River exhaled the word. “Take everything off again. You can’t go to the prem…premiere with me. I’ll come in my trousers.”
Newt snorted.
“It’s not fff…funny.”
Newt stripped down to the harness and jock strap, then hung the clothes and bowtie on the coat hanger, and put the rest in the box.
