#poor david

'This isn't happening.' David tugged the waistband up again, but his boxers wouldn't budge an inch. They barely reached his hip bone, straining around the lower half his cheeks.

His predicament was all Angel's fault. The way they slobbered over his strong frame, spurring him on to work out at the gym to keep his 'godlike' physic— their words, not his— and he'd spent the last month training his quads, his glutes and his core so he could carry them easily. To hold them at length, suspended above the ground with the wall at their back, without him growing tired.

His problem had always been finding underwear that fit what he was packing in the front, but now that his ass had gone up a size? This might spell the end of him. Commando forever.

David pulled again. Nothing.

He glanced down to assess the situation. The front may yet prove to be a problem, an issue that he would have to address once he got everything else under control.

"Damn, who's birthday is it?"

He sighed through his teeth. "Angel."

"Cause you've brought all that cake."

"You're perverse."

"It's a gift." They chuckled. "Need some help?"

David tried again. The elastic squeezed at his soft flesh, deepening the divot in his skin, but didn't move any higher. He hung his head dejectedly. "Yes."

He could hear them failing to suppress their laughter as they came to his aid. "Um, here." There was definite amusement in their voice. "I'll take the waistband, and you stuff the goods—."

"Don't call it that!"

"Sorry." They took their position, ready to pull.

David, begrudgingly, pushed down on his behind. Angel tugged, their faced scrunched in concentration and after a still moment, the boxers finally came up over his hips.

"Oh thank god." David let out a long sigh of relief. It was a tight fit, but it worked.

Angel made a noise of disapproval. "Can't have my cake and eat it too, I guess."

David lightly swatted their arm. "Shut up, you snot."

Angel laughed, stealing a moment to slide their hands past his hips and gave David's ass a playful squeeze, earning a baffled gasp from him.