#fratssad

you can't help yourself. you want to know when he's wearing them. you want him to remember that you know. so when he kisses you, instead of keeping your hands by your sides or against his chest, attempting to keep some distance, they start drifting to his hips. you press the pads of your fingers against his jeans, trying to feel the distinct texture of lace through his clothes, feeling for seams too high to be briefs.

tbh it would be easier if you would feel his ass up, but even when you're not in public, it's a bit too much. you wouldn't want him to believe you actually want him. but you think about putting your hands in his back pockets, maybe finding a hole in the fabric and meeting skin and satin, or something semi transparent like a tulle.

and then sometimes, in this effort not to touch him too greedily, you end up hooking your fingers on his belt loops, then the hem of his jeans. he wears them loose and baggy, so is it really your fault if your hands slip slightly into his pants? barely the tips of your fingers, but it's enough sometimes, to feel something to intricate to be men's underwear. and then you get the privilege of feeling him squirm subtly to get your hands away, as you feel his face heat up against yours, and his hands twitch against your body. he hasn't caught on that you do it on purpose, but he will someday, and he won't be happy about it.