Baby, look what you started

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Konner and Bernard were out shopping, Tim had asked them to collect some groceries, sending them on their way with a very specific shopping list- meaning he wrote down which brands he wanted them to buy, and enough money for them to treat themselves to something designer if they so pleased. Of course, they were told to do their little shopping spree before picking up the groceries so none of the meats defrosted and the ice-cream melted. A very specific tub of ice-cream might it be mentioned, that probably cost more than Kon's combat boots.

The two young men were currently in a new clothing store that had recently popped up, not that Konner was much of a fan of fancy clothes, but he sure enjoyed watching Bernard try on the latest fashions. Konner already had a bag sat by his feet containing fresh new leather however- real leather that was luxurious and soft, and a handful of new sewing supplies and push studs.

"How's it look?" Bernard asks, stepping out from behind the change room curtain. He was wearing a pleated black shirt that looked soft to the touch, flowy and vaguely see-through, and it dipped into the snatch of a black lace waist corset that sat above flowy, silky dress pants. He looks absolutely stunning.

Kon couldn't breathe, reaching up to run his fingers over the gold 'B' hanging from his neck (real gold, and perfectly matching with the initial hanging from Tim's neck). He wasn't unused to Bernard trying on scandalous outfits, especially more Alternative leaning, knowing with smug confidence exactly how to pique Kon's interests. He takes a deep breath and smiles, "You are so wearing that to the Gala this friday. Tim might melt at the sight of you."

"Are you sure you're not the one melting right now?" Bernard smirks, spinning in a slow circle to showcase the entire outfit. Kon sucks in another deep breath and grins.

"What are you up to Blondie?" Konner asks in a playfully stern voice, continuing to look his boyfriend up and down. Bernard spins for him a second time, mischief glinting in his eyes.

"Nothing, but I might need a little help untying this corset. It's really tight." Bernard feigns light frustration with the item of clothing, looking at the taller boy with a scarily deceptive look of innocence before slipping behind the curtain once more.

Konner waits a moment, having what is probably the closest he might get to a responsible thought, then tucks their bags under the seat and sneaks in behind the curtain to join his boyfriend. Bernard is undoing the dress pants, back facing Kon and watching him through the mirror as he moves to press his body up against his back.

Bernard smiles, making eye contact with Konner through their reflection as Kon dips his head to whisper warm breath against his ear. "And Timmy says I'm the bad influence, look at you".

Bernard huffs a soft sound close to a laugh, pressing further back into Kon.

Konner hums, moving to quickly untie the corset around the blonde's waist, letting it fall to the floor as he moves his hands around to drop Bernard's pants too. "This what you wanted, baby?" Kon asks in a deep gravelly voice, kissing the question into the soft skin just below his boyfriend's ear, one hand squeezing at his waist and the other roaming down up and down his inner thigh.

This time Bernard hums, a soft and content sound, as he tilts his head to give Konner better access to his neck. He stifles a needy whine when Kon begins to palm at his cock through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, grinding his own growing erection against his perfect ass.

"Mhmm, Kon", Bernard sighs as the hand slips below the elastic waist band and Kon's thumb rubs the head of his cock. Konner presses impossibly closer, watching Bernard bite at his lips to try and stay quiet. He sucks a new hickey over an already fading bruise, where Tim had bitten into him only a few days ago.