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Rolling his eyes a little, Jack does as he's told. The woman bustles him around, measures, clucks a lot. He learns his cupsize and goes back.

"She says I'm 36DD," he says. "I have no freaking idea what that means."

"Of course you are." Poison tries not to grin like a fiend. "Means you're stacked, baby. C'mon let's pick out bras you might like and you can try 'em on." He pulls Jack over to another display.

Jack studies the display in front of him.

"This one's pretty," he says, tracing the edge of a black one edged with lace.

Poison grins and picks out once in Jack's size. He finds others that match some of the panties he's found. When he's got like... an armful of underwear, he herds Jack towards the dressing rooms. "C'mon we gotta sneak me in."

"Oh, Jesus. Okay. C'mon." They get to the attendant, and Jack smiles winningly. "I get a lot of anxiety, so...he's going to come in with me, okay?"

She's a kid, about his age, so she shoots them a dubious look, but she doesn't actually argue, either.

Poison looks about as innocent as he can. He almost says something about being gay or something, but it's fine. The room has a little bench in it so Poison just sits down. There's mirrors all over, and the door and walls go all the way to the ceiling, all the way to the floor. It's quite private, actually.

"So it'd probably be weird for you to try on panties, but you can definitely do the bras."

"You're right. It'd probably be weird, but it's still a pity," says Jack, wrapping his fingers in the hem of his t-shirt and tugging it up over his head, leaving himself topless. "Bet you'd like to see me in the whole deal. Especially since it's kind of private in here."

"Whatever, you can wear them for me later. Change into a pair after we buy them if you want."

He bites his lip a little as he watches Jack. "I mean, I totally would want to," he admits. He offers a bra over to Jack. "Do you uhm. Do you need help..?"

"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."