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"Sounds good to me," says Jack. He turns his back on Poison, reaching back to twist up his hair the way he'd seen Jillie do sometimes. "You should definitely help."

Poison rolls his eyes, but he's grinning and maybe feeling warm just from the way Jack puts his hair up. He grabs the first bra and helps Jack into it. And maybe peeks around him into the mirror to see what it looks like.

Jack looks at himself in the mirror for a long moment and then he turns back to Poison, head tilted, biting his lip.

"What do you think, baby?"

"You look really good, honey. I mean it." He kisses Jack's shoulder, then his lips. "Really good."

Hey he's trying not to objectify too much, okay? He lets his fingers drift down over Jack's waist, and can't help but notice the awesome hour-glass look he has going on right now.

"Going to be able to control yourself, baby?" asks Jack, eyebrow arching slightly as he picks up another one of the bras that Poison picked out. "Want to see me in this one next?"

Poison rolls his eyes. "I have infinite self control, thanks," he huffs, pouting a little. "Whatever you want, honey. This is all about you feeling good. I just get the benefit of getting to see you in cute bras."

"Liar." Jack slips out of the bra he's wearing and starts to put on another one. "Ooh. This one is totally sexier, right?"

"I think you just went up a cup size," he says, eyes widening a bit. It looks like a push up bra and he's kind of really loving the way the lace edges look against Jack's tits. "Okay your tits look amazing in that. I mean you looked awesome in the other one, too."

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, baby," says Jack, grinning broadly at him. "Let's do one more. C'mon. You choose."

Poison rolls his eyes. "If my tongue was out I'd already be between your legs, give me a little credit."

He picks out a bra that is... pretty much just all lace and gauzy. He's curious to see what it looks like. He passes it to Jack, looking totally innocent.

"Promises, promises." Jack grins, a little bit cheeky as he takes the bra and slips it on. It does very little to preserve modesty, framing and displaying instead. His nipples are clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. He studies Poison's face for a moment, biting his lip.

It looks really amazing, and Poison tries not to just get aroused right there in the dressing room. His face does warm, though. "Looks really good on you," he mumbles, fingers lightly brushing Jack's hips. He wants to put his mouth on Jack's nipple through the fabric, but he probably shouldn't do that unless they're going to buy it.

His hips tilt forward at Poison's light touch. He smiles a little broader.

"I don't think good girls wear bras like this, baby."

"I mean, I don't think good girls wear most of the bras you just tried on," he insists. "Maybe one of the lacy ones." He narrows his eyes in speculation, then grins and kisses Jack's shoulder.

He curls his arms lightly around Poison's shoulders, pressing in close against him for a moment.

"Just think about what I'd look like bent over in this," he says. "What do the panties that go with this one look like?"

"I really should not think about that if I wanna walk out of here," he laughs, blushing. He finds the panties in question: they are just as gauzy, just as lacy.

"Well, those aren't going to leave much to the imagination, are they?" Says Jack, smirking a little. "Total pity I can't try them on too."

Poison shakes his head. "Not even a little," he breathes. "Well, I mean. If you like them we can get them, and then I guess you could borrow a changing room again and put on whichever ones you want, and. We can keep shopping." And he'll know that Jack is wearing something they bought here.

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"Sounds good to me," says Jack, grinning. He leans in, tits brushing against Poison's chest as he takes a kiss and then turns away to unhook the bra. "How many pairs of panties do you think I need to get?"

Poison feels heat sink through him when Jack kisses him, brushing against him like that. "Oh, uhm, I dunno. Just depends on what you want? Hell if you don't want them when your body goes back to what it used to be, I could probably wear them."

"These three bras," says Jack, gathering them up. "And...all of those?" He gestures to an array of panties.

Poison bites his lip, then he nods, grinning. "Absolutely," he says. "I uhm. If you want I could go... pay for these, aaaand have someone bring them back to you? And you could get changed."

And he wouldn't see, and whatever Jack puts on would be a surprise for later.

"Perfect."

Jack waits patiently until a girl knocks lightly on the door of the changing room and hands him a bag of merchandise, tags already removed. Jack picks through it and selects matching bra and panties, slipping into them before he gets dressed again. He heads out of the changing room, straight to Poison, smiling.

"What's next?"

"Well, if you want we can go find you clothes that will fit better, if you wanna try looking femme we can do that too," he offers, trying not to think about the fact that Jack has cute panties and a bra on under those clothes.

"Yeah, okay," says Jack, deciding that he might as well be zen about it and roll with it. "Let's find something I look super cute in."