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“these are cheeksters.” you tell him, holding the bubblegum pink pair with a lace trim up for him to examine. you know he loves you in pink, so you’re sure he’ll like these.

“cheeksters?” he echos the word, a small breathy laugh making its way past his lips as he takes in the sight of them. “what a funny name.” he cocks his head a little, blinking his eyes a few times.

“because they’re more cheeky.” you clarify with a smile, flipping them around so the higher cut back is on display for him. “isn’t the pink and the lace so pretty, lars?” you watch as his eyes trace the lace pattern that adorns them.

“so pretty, sweetie.” he agrees quietly, his eyes breaking from the pink fabric and meeting yours before he says his next words. “they’ll look even prettier on you.” his voice is shy, but once he sees the smile that grows on your face, he’s smiling in quiet satisfaction. one of the large ones that meets his eyes and makes them crinkle.

“my sweet lars, thank you.” you hum, setting the pair down between the two of you so that you can reach over and place your hand on his jean clad knee, giving it a small squeeze.

“you’re welcome, sweetie.” his smile stays as he places his larger hand on top of your own, covering it completely and returning the squeeze. he’s gotten more comfortable with touch. he’s told you that it doesn’t even sting anymore, not like it used to, and he’s making sure to show you.

he lets his hand linger on yours for a few more moments before he finally retracts it, placing it back in his own lap. he clasps it back together with his other hand, letting his fingers fidget around each other. you give him one more small smile before you reach for the next pair.

“and these, these are called boy shorts,” you tell him, holding the butter yellow pair up for him to inspect. “cute, huh?”

“boy shorts...” his voice is quiet, his eyes darting across the fabric you’re holding up for him. they look more similar to what he himself wears, he thinks. he likes that.

his hands unclasp and his hand reaches out again to grab the material between his finger and thumb, rubbing at it to get a feel. “soft.. i like these boy shorts. they look comfortable.” he settles on his answer with a nod, retracting his hand so that you can pull out the next pair.

“they are extremely comfortable.” you agree, placing the pair beside you to continue on with the show. “now these,” you start, reaching over to grab the next pair sitting beside you.

“this is called a thong.” you don’t say anything else, bringing the muted green pair up and holding them between the two of you like you have been. he looks them over like normal, nodding more to himself than to you. you give him another moment before you turn them around to finally show him the back.

his eyes widen immediately as he takes in the sight of how little fabric there is. while the rest would keep you fairly covered, these are pretty much nonexistent. his cheeks heat up at the sight and the realization of himself picturing you in them. he looks so cute when he’s flustered.

“wha-what?” he’s in shock, his mouth slightly agape. “those—those are not comfortable.” he’s shaking his head now as he continues to stare, not being able to tear his eyes away yet.

“you get used to them.” you say with a light shrug of your shoulders, setting the pair down on the bed with the rest of them. his eyes still track them, staying glued to them as they sit in the middle of the two of you now. “it’s almost like they’re not even there sometimes.”

“not even there? i don’t believe it.” his voice shows the disbelief he’s feeling. always expressive, your lars is. you can’t help but giggle at his reaction and how his eyes haven’t met yours since you brought out that specific pair. he’s too focused on them to be bothered with trying to look at you.

“it’s true. i wear them so there’s no visible panty line with certain pants. they can be comfortable once you’ve worn them for awhile.” you try to convince him, but you’re not sure you’ll be able to. you think for a moment before you finally settle on your next words, “how about a proper show and tell, now? i can try all of them on for you.”

that gets his attention. his eyes finally dart back up to your face. the corners of your lips turn up as you watch him study your features, see if you’re serious. you most definitely are. he blinks hard a few times before he responds.

“yeah—yes. if you want to. i’d like that.” he nods, his cheeks still slightly tinged pink. you give him a confirming nod, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his nose before letting out a light squeal and gathering up the pairs to go try them on for him one by one.