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[Alright... Tim isn't exactly Edward's type, but in the lace he's starting to get it. He can't help but look a little interested, anyway. ]

I think I agree.

[Okay. Now he gets it. His eyebrows arch up as he exhales a puff of air. ]

Fucking huge.

It better be for the price of these panties. [Tim reaches around to smack at his own ass. Too nervous about being seen smacking another dominant's ass in public to strike at Ed's back end.] But they're worth it.

Now, how about we see you in that pair that will vanish inside of you?

[ Thankfully they are a touch secluded by the dressing room area, but it's probably for the best. He sighs over the flirtatious little way Tim touches himself, then excuses himself back into his stall to change into a third pair. ]

Seems pointless, doesn't it? [ He calls back as he closes the curtain and starts undressing, ] To put something like this on if it's not really hiding anything...

The point is to have something to pull and rip off. Picture your submissive wearing this, then picture pulling on the waistband and pulling it even tighter between their cheeks. The way they'll plump with the additional pressure up until the fabric rips. [Tim is talking a little bit of bullshit right now. Mostly just having a bit of fun being overly passionate.]

[ Edward turns his neck to gaze at his backside in the mirror, tugging on the waistband like Tim suggests. He's not... wrong, per se... ]

I'm imagining it, alright.

Still seems like a waste.

You can be dainty if you want to. [Tim says as he walks up close.] But personally I prefer it a bit more rough. Because picture doing this to your submissive. [Tim knows he's likely pushing his luck, but he can't help himself. He grabs the lace underwear band and pulls it tight. Likely giving Ed a wedige, but also making his package look even bigger and it strains to stay within the fabric that Tim is tightly pulling on.

[A short gasp leaves Edward's lips as Tim tugs the lace tight around him. It's not exactly comfortable, but it's fucking arousing and he catches the other man's eyes in the mirror, focusing there for a moment.]

...Don't start shit you can't finish.

Oh, I can finish. [He glances around. Making sure the sales person isn't watching, but luckily they're busy with another customer.] But can you keep quiet enough that we don't get caught doing some illegal dom on dom fun.

[ That response pulls a smirk to the corner of Edward's lips, but he hesitates at the question. Quiet is not something anyone has ever attributed to Edward, at least never outside of a stealth operation.]

What fun is there in being quiet?

Hmm. Maybe I should show you the second use these underwear can have by stuffing a pair into your mouth.

[ Edward's eyebrows pop up in surprise at that comment, an alarming laugh leaving him. ]

You can fucking try, mate, but that's asking for more trouble.

[Tim has to bite his lip. His cock starting to strain in his own lacy underwear. How he would love to try.] Hmm, not while I'm contracted I'm afraid. [He says wistfully.] Unless we should take this back to your place?

[ Edward's eyes glance to the side, ensuring no patrons or workers are glancing back their way. The dressing room curtain is tugged shut, just in case, and then Edward is pushing back until he manages to get Tim pressed against the stall wall, just to show he has a little fight in him.]

Get dressed, mate. [He purrs in a low voice, leaning close, his fingertip snapping at the waistband of Tim's underwear.] Leave these on.

[Yeah, so... pirates don't pay for lacey underthings, apparently. Ed immediately eases off, gathering his trousers, but keeping eye contact.]

[You know what? Screw any native run business. Tim is pretty quick to pull on his pants. His cock already starting to swell within the lacy underwear.] Let's get out of here. [Once he's dressed, Tim just takes a quick peek to see if anyone notices him then saunters out like he's not wearing stolen underwear.]

[ Edward gets dressed himself, making sure to shove the extra pairs into his pockets before exiting the dressing room. He strolls out behind Tim, giving him an eyebrow raised glare as they exit the store. ]

Where to?

How far away is your place? [As there is no way Tim is going to tell a pirate where he lives.]

[ Edward shrugs. It's close enough. ]

Follow me.

[He leads Tim back to his flat, which is on the first floor in the provided housing for new dominants. The inside of it is quite tidy, he hasn't exactly broken it in yet.

He lets Tim inside, then sheds his leather jacket and kicks off his boots immediately upon entering, hanging it on a rack by the door.]

Where were we...

[It's been awhile since Tim has been inside one of these apartments, but it still feels familiar. He even has an idea where the bedroom should be.

If they even make it that far.

He's following suit. Shredding his clothes as fast as he can. He doesn't even bother hanging up his jacket. There's no time when he needs to kiss Edward as fast as possible. Giving him a deep kiss and unless Edward tries to stop him, Tim is going to press him up against the door.]

[ Edward isn't expecting such eager attention from his new acquaintance, but he certainly isn't complaining. He falls back against the door willingly, pushing his tongue past Tim's lips as if to meet his intensity. His hands are working on his own clothing, pulling back from the kiss only enough to tug off his shirt. ]

[Unable to contain his excitement, Tim reaches down through Edward's pants if they're not off yet. Eager to feel that lace against his fingertips once more.]

[ Tim's hand certainly encourages Edward to remove his trousers quickly, his hips pressing into his fingers until his cock starts to swell beneath the lace. ]

God, you look so good in these. [He tugs the lace playfully. Before he tries slipping a hand into Ed's underwear and then between his cheeks. Going slow in case Ed wants him to stop. Until he hears a request to stop or slow down, he keeps pushing forward until his hand teases at the ring of muscles that make up Ed's ass.]

[ If Tim is looking for a signal to stop, he's not going to get one. Edward has been a bit of a slut for one night stands since his arrival. Anything somewhat destructive that makes him feel alive. Especially with other dominants; the greater risk of trouble really seems to turn him on. ]

Leave 'em on. [ He murmurs huskily as his lips trail biting kisses down along the other man's jawline, teeth dragging and nipping as if he's looking to leave a mark. ] Yours, too. [ His fingers rake down Tim's chest until they hook at the front of the other man’s lace and tug it down until his cock springs free and rests atop the elastic. Just in time, too, because with the other man's finger on his rim he gasps and arches forward, pressing his lace-bound cock into Tim's bare prick for friction.]

Mmhmm, fuck yeah. [He moans deeply. Rocking into Edward to continue that grind the other man has started.] I'm going to get your worked open. [He says more in grunts then spoken words.] Then I'm going to spin you around. And fuck you up against your own counter top.

[ The grind of Tim's hips pulls a needy moan from Edward's lips, his hands clutching at the other man's back and groping at his lace-covered ass. ]

Jesus-- [ He gasps at that threat, then takes the initiative to get them there, pushing Tim along the entryway until they make it to the kitchen. It's for the best, anyway, because Edward's house guest can make good use of the cooking oil left on the counter. Extra points for being adaptive.]

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