Hades grinned and held the panties against Aaren’s hips. “I think this will look good on you.”
“You just want all my bits hanging out.”
“Of course. I’ll even make space for myself in the back, here.” He freed a few more pearls at the back of the panties, right over where Aaren’s entrance would be. Aaren could almost picture himself wearing that—and Hades holding him down, fitting his cock inside.
A moan escaped his lips. Aaren shoved his hand over his mouth, his ears burning. Hades’ smile grew. His gaze wandered down Aaren’s body from his head to his toes, pausing at his mouth, his chest, and his hips. When Aaren examined Hades more closely, he found the thick line pressed against the front of Hades’ pants, growing bigger with each passing moment.
“We can, um, get this too. If—If you want,” Aaren squeaked.
Hades smiled and smoothed the pearl panties over Aaren’s bulge, squeezing him lightly. Aaren gasped. He grew wet, his body aching a little.
“Good omega,” Hades growled. “What else would you like from here?”
“M-maybe I can pick out one more, and you’ll do the same?”
“Sounds great. We’ll head home when we’re done here; I want to paint you wearing one of these, maybe more.”
Aaren grew so wet, he soaked through his panties.
You’d have to hold your pose for a while,Hades had said.Possibly with breaks in between. For me to... unload.
Hades picked out a tiny pair of translucent pink shorts with a discreet zipper going from front to back. Aaren chose a lace jockstrap that would wrap around his cock and balls, leaving his ass completely open.
“Perfect,” Hades purred. “All of these make you so accessible to me.”
“Ready for you,” Aaren breathed.
Hades lowered his voice. “How wet are you right now?”
The fact that Hades was thinking about his hole... It made him grow even wetter. “Very.”
“Mm. Fuck. Are we done here? Would you like more panties?”
Aaren hurriedly shook his head. “I think we should go home.”
Hades stifled his groan. “Good idea.”
He collected the panties they had chosen, sweeping Aaren back to the register.
“Oh, these are sweet!” Tripp bounced in his seat. “You’ll have a great time with them.”
He eyed Hades and Aaren. They must’ve looked completely obvious, because Tripp grinned mischievously.
A warm hand cupped Aaren’s ass and squeezed. He choked on his moan, his gaze flying up to Hades’ face.
“Your smile is totally not innocent,” Aaren said.
Hades continued to smile anyway. “I’m being extremely innocent right now.”
And his fingers nudged between Aaren’s cheeks, sliding over his covered hole.
Aaren choked; he grew wetter. Hades must’ve felt Aaren’s slick through his clothes. Those sea-green eyes darkened, and musk wafted in the air between them.
Tripp rang them up. Aaren wasn’t entirely sure what his friend said. Hades was hustling them out of the store, tucking Aaren back into the car. Then he fitted his large frame into the small space above Aaren, buckling Aaren’s seatbelt for him. There was hardly any room to breathe.
For a moment, it felt as though Hades might pin him right there, and touch him where he needed it most.
“H-Hades,” Aaren begged.
