L1, a gloomy morning of March, a thick and tall silhouette was passing in front of the shops in a hurry. They were late to wake up their sleeping cub as they took their time showering after their workout session. Their impressive size and delightful fragrance from their fresh shower made few heads turning while crossing the small groups of early birds. Their mind was running wild, they were looking for something special to celebrate Bastian's first year as a city boy.
"One year... who could have told he had moved for such a recent time? When we met for the first time few months ago, I noticed his frenchy accent, but he was already so accommodated to this city! It was funny to hear him trying to speak with a scouse accent, though I'll never be tired of hearing him swearing in French... my lovely babe... ooh I want to be next to him so badly, I'm craving for his soft skin, his touch, his presence, everything... but I have to take the occasion of being alone to look for a gift! I want something special!"
Lost in their thoughts, the gentle giant had their attention suddenly caught by a luminous shopfront; few feminine mannequins were wearing delicate though colourful lingerie outfit, and Dorian couldn't help but imagining Bastian in one of them, a light pink and blue bodysuit, with large pieces of transparent fabric shaped like hibiscus flowers. They mechanically entered the shop, and realized they were inside only when they heard the shop owner's greetings.
-"Good morning Sir! Don't hesitate to ask if needed!"
Dorian twitched to the "Sir"; they were so uncomfortable with this gendered way of speaking but kept looking at the outfits displayed in a graceful arrangement, without saying a word. Few minutes had flown by when the woman came back to them and insisted:
-"Are you looking for something for your girlfriend? Do you have anything special in mind?" and whispered "she must be very lucky" while scanning intensely Dorian's strong body and their chest sculpted in their technic outfit.
-"Not my girlfriend, but for someone I love a lot for sure, tsk." Dorian couldn't hold back their reaction.
-"Oh, well, how is this person body? Are they thin? Tall? Do you know their size?" asked the shop owner with a suspicious expression "Ahh, the men, they're all the same, always so clueless."
-"Yes, of course, he's 1m76 and he usually wears size 8, his hips are just a bit larger than usual but I don't think this should be taken in consideration regarding the outfit I noticed."
-"He? Have you well said "he"? In that case in am afraid that nothing will suit him in my shop. I have ensembles only for women."
-"I don't think so, and you know what? I will not only take an outfit for him, but also one for me, and please, avoid calling me sir for now on, and drooling on my chest, only one person in this world is authorized to do so!"
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, Dorian's heart was pounding heavily, it was the first time they had the courage to reply like this to someone else, but it was also the first time they felt attacked about their relationship with Bastian. "Ooh, what is happening, I usually don't care about what people think about myself. Is it because this time it's about Bastian too? About our "couple"? But it's strange, we never put any label on our relationship, should I ask him out? No, I don't want to force him..."
-"Please, mist... huh, no, hum... please, hey!" the woman was trying to catch their attention, mumbling and with a red face, "Please?" and sighed when they finally dared to look at her with their blue eyes; she gasped when she noticed their anisocoria.
-"What is it now? Will you help me buying the perfect set for my lover and I or finally not?"
-"Yes, of course, sorry, it's just that I am not used to "unconventional" requests like yours. But let's check which ensemble you'd like and if I have your friend's size in stock. And for you, have you already found something which may suit you?"
