🥀Secret Desires🥀

Soft Revelations

Later that afternoon, Dior and Joshua found themselves in a quaint, tucked-away boutique that Dior had been thinking about ever since their conversation that morning. The shop was a world away from the fast-paced energy of the city. Soft music played in the background, and the delicate scent of lavender filled the air as they stepped inside. The displays were filled with elegant fabrics, intricate lace, and beautifully crafted pieces that instantly caught Joshua's eye.

Dior glanced over at him, sensing his nervous excitement. She had carefully chosen this place, knowing the atmosphere would help ease him into this moment. She squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"You okay?" she asked softly.

Joshua nodded, though his gaze was filled with awe and a hint of apprehension. "Yeah. It's just... all so beautiful."

Dior smiled. "You're allowed to enjoy it. Let's take our time, and you can tell me what you like."

They wandered through the store together, Dior watching as Joshua's fingers grazed over the delicate lace and satin pieces on display. He lingered by a soft, pale pink set that caught his attention—a camisole and matching underwear that seemed to call to him. Dior could see the way his eyes lit up, though there was a subtle uncertainty in his expression.

"Do you like that one?" she asked, her voice low but encouraging.

Joshua nodded slowly, almost as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to admit it. "I... I think so. It's just... so different from anything I've ever worn."

Dior stepped closer, her fingers brushing his arm. "You don't have to think about it like that. It's just another side of who you are. And I think you'd look amazing in it."

Joshua's lips curved into a small, shy smile. "Really?"

"Really," Dior replied, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Let's try it on."

A short while later, Joshua stood in the softly lit changing room, his reflection staring back at him. The pink satin draped across his body, the delicate lace hugging his frame in a way that felt both foreign and strangely comforting. He was surprised by how much he liked the feel of it against his skin—how it made him feel different, yet entirely himself.

Dior knocked gently on the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," Joshua called out, his voice quieter than usual.

Dior stepped into the room, her eyes immediately softening as she took him in. Her breath caught for a moment, and she smiled—a warm, appreciative smile that made Joshua feel seen in a way he hadn't anticipated.

"You look incredible," she said softly, stepping closer and running her fingers along the edge of the camisole.

Joshua blushed, a mixture of pride and vulnerability washing over him. "I wasn't sure if it would... suit me."

"It does," Dior whispered, her hands gently cupping his face, making him look at her. "You're beautiful, Joshua. Every part of you."

There was something about the way she said it—something in the way her voice carried both affection and desire—that made Joshua feel more at ease. He didn't have to hide this part of himself anymore, not with her.

Dior's hands slid down to his waist, her touch firm yet tender. "I think this is perfect for you," she murmured, her eyes locked on his. "Do you want to take it home?"

Joshua's heart skipped a beat. The idea of wearing this for her, of embracing this part of himself in their most intimate moments, felt both thrilling and terrifying. But the look in Dior's eyes reassured him, grounded him.

"Yes," he whispered. "I do."

That evening, after they returned home, Dior lit a few candles, filling the room with a soft, golden glow. Joshua sat on the edge of the bed, wearing the pink lingerie, his nerves still bubbling beneath the surface. He had never felt this exposed before, not even in their most intimate moments. But there was something liberating about it too—something freeing about allowing himself to be vulnerable in this way.

Dior sat beside him, her presence calming as she ran her fingers through his hair. "How are you feeling?" she asked softly.

"A little nervous," Joshua admitted, his hands fidgeting in his lap. "But also... kind of excited."

Dior smiled, leaning in to kiss him gently. "That's good. I want you to feel comfortable. You look stunning, Joshua."

Joshua's breath hitched slightly as she continued to kiss him, her lips soft and deliberate against his. Dior's hands roamed his body slowly, exploring the new sensation of the satin against his skin, making him shiver with anticipation.

"You don't have to hold back," Dior whispered, her voice full of warmth. "I want you to let go tonight."

Joshua exhaled deeply, his body relaxing under her touch. The tenderness in her voice, the way she made him feel completely accepted, allowed him to release the last of his hesitation. He leaned into her, their kisses deepening as his hands found their way to her body, feeling the familiar comfort of her touch.

Dior guided him onto the bed, her movements slow and deliberate as she hovered above him. The sensation of the lingerie against his skin only heightened his awareness of the moment, every touch, every kiss sending waves of pleasure through him. It was overwhelming in the best way—a surrender to both her and the part of himself he had kept hidden for so long.

As the night unfolded, Joshua felt himself unravel in her arms, the intensity of their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. Dior's hands, her kisses, her whispered words of love and desire—all of it consumed him, leaving him breathless and completely undone.

By the time the night came to a close, Joshua lay beside her, his body still tingling from the overwhelming pleasure. Dior held him close, her hand gently stroking his hair as they both settled into a comfortable silence.

"You're incredible," Dior whispered, her lips brushing against his forehead. "I hope you know that."

Joshua smiled, feeling the warmth of her words wrap around him. "I do now," he murmured, his voice soft but content.

And in that moment, he knew he had found something he hadn't even realized he was looking for—acceptance, not just from her, but from himself.