Satyriasis {boyxboy} - FINISHED -

Prologue

"Nothing safe is worth to drive."

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The rays of sunlight were bursting through the foggy crestfallen atmosphere and the heavy clouds of a rainy morning, and Harry was already tired of this weather. Looking down at his own bare feet, he regrets not putting some socks on last night before he fell asleep, but he was too tired to do so and his brain couldn't follow his needs because it was no longer working. He watches the skin on that area bristle, causing shivers through his entire body that made him jolt his torso suddenly. So he decides to stand up and go looking around for something to warm up his legs and feet, since he was only wearing a pair of baby blue panties from his waist down. He almost jumps his steps due to the cold pavement, but still manages to get to his bedside table and take the first pair of socks he sees.

He sits back down again on the edge of his bed to slide them on. As he gets to the left upper leg his eyes veer to his dark-wood bedside table again, but this time gazing the bottom drawer - his panties drawer. Yes, he had a drawer for all his panties and he absolutely loved it; panties are his favorite thing to wear, ever. He owned all types of them: red, pastel, black, pink, cotton, lace, sheer, silk, basic, nautical patterns, striped and even ones with little teddy bears on it. He'd always get himself a new pair whenever there was a special occasion, such as his birthday or the holidays, so he might be guilty of owning a pair of Christmas panties or two.... and maybe ones with a bunny eating a carrot too. He thinks about all the things he's done while wearing them, all the places he's gone, all the moments he's lived. It's just like women's cliche obsession with shoes; they both make them feel confident, happy and, somehow, brand new.

It used to be so different a couple of years ago. He would never, ever, imagine himself possessing a single pair of panties, let alone adoring such unmasculine thing. Even though he was still a teenager and even had a boyfriend, he was never the "typical gay boy", the "school twink". But things had changed and he had found himself like a baby looking at his reflection in the mirror for the first time - he knew what he was and just how every single feature of himself really looked like, and he would never dare going back to such dark state again.

His sister calls him from the other side of the door and he hurries himself to fix his messy of a curly head, only putting his skinny jeans on because he liked to feel the cold breeze of the morning on his bare chest. With a yawn of someone who just had a few more hours of sleep than necessary, he makes his way down to the kitchen to have his long awaited breakfast, as his stomach had been calling for food for a while.

"Good morning", he utters in his usual groggy voice once he bursts through the door. Gemma was drinking her coffee on the table when Harry gets behind her to kiss her cheek.

"Mom got off to work already, that means I'm gonna have to drive you. So don't take too long with your morning routine."

"Hey!" Harry says indignantly while he shoves all the greens into the blender. "They actually have some great tips, for your information."

"Yeah, like how to wake up with the sun shinning through your window and a face full of no makeup make up on..." She fights back in pure sarcasm and Harry just makes what his lovely sister calls as the froggy face, where he gazes intensely with his lips hidden in a thin line and dimples showing off.