Theo stood in the center of his massive bedroom, the fading evening light filtering through the bay window and painting everything in shades of gold and amber. He had kicked off his shoes somewhere near the door, and his fingers were working on the remaining buttons of his lavender shirt with deliberate, theatrical slowness. His hips swayed in what he clearly thought was a seductive rhythm but looked more like he was trying to dislodge something from his lower back.
"Darling," Theo purred, drawing the word out into three syllables.
"I've been thinking about this all day. Modeling all those pretty things for you. Showing you exactly what you're going to unwrap later."
He tried to do a little spin, lost his balance on the Persian rug, and stumbled into the bedpost. He recovered quickly, leaning against the carved wood like he had meant to do that all along. "See something you like?"
Kota was sitting on the edge of the bed, his arms crossed, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and genuine arousal. "You're really bad at this."
"I am not bad at this. I'm sulty. I'm seductive. I'm—" Theo tried to slide his shirt off one shoulder, got his elbow caught in the sleeve, and spent a solid ten seconds wrestling with the fabric before finally yanking it free. The shirt fell to the floor in a defeated heap. "Ignore that"
"You look like a baby deer learning to walk."
"A very sexy baby deer. A baby deer with excellent bone structure and a trust fund." Theo moved on to his pants, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and shimmying them down over his hips. The motion was jerky and uncoordinated, his massive ass jiggling with each awkward tug. He almost tripped twice. When he finally stepped out of the pants, he kicked them across the room with more force than necessary, and they hit the bookshelf with a soft thump.
Standing there in nothing but his pale blue briefs, Theo planted his hands on his hips and struck a pose that was clearly meant to be provocative but looked more like he was about to deliver a lecture on quarterly earnings. "Well? Are you sufficiently enticed? Is your heart racing? Are you overcome with desire?"
"I'm overcome with something," Kota said dryly. "Not sure it's desire."
"You're impossible to please. I'm giving you a show. A private show. A very exclusive private show that people would pay thousands for." Theo attempted to flex his biceps, realized he didn't have any visible biceps to flex, and transitioned awkwardly into stretching his arms over his head. "This is the part where you throw money at me."
"I don't have any money."
Theo broke character for a moment, giggling. "Fair point, darling. Fair point." He glanced over at Sebastian, who had been standing frozen near the door since they entered, his shopping bag clutched to his chest like a shield.
Sebastian's face was bright red, his eyes wide, and his tiny cocklet was visibly straining against the front of his slacks in a way that his tweed blazer could not hide.
Theo's grin turned slow and predatory. "Sebastian. You're extremely hard right now."
Sebastian made a sound like a tea kettle reaching boiling point. "I—that's—it's a medical condition—I have a circulatory issue—my doctor said—"
"Come here," Theo said, his voice dropping into that commanding yet gentle register that made people obey without thinking. "If you're going to be hard, you might as well be useful. Give Kota a proper show. Help me model."
"I can't—I don't know how to—I've never modeled anything in my life—I don't even own a full length mirror—I shower in the dark—" Sebastian's protests continued even as his feet carried him forward, drawn by the magnetic pull of Theo's confidence.
Theo grabbed him by the lapels of his tweed blazer and pulled him into the center of the room. "First rule of modeling. The clothes have to come off before the new ones go on. That's just logic." He started unbuttoning Sebastian's blazer with quick, efficient movements. "You're so tense. Relax your shoulders. No, that's not relaxed. That's more tense. You're tensing up because I told you to relax, aren't you?"
"Yes! I'm sorry! I don't know how to relax on command!"
"Then don't relax. Just stand there and let me do all the work." Theo slid the blazer off Sebastian's shoulders and tossed it aside. Then he moved to the buttons of his white Oxford shirt, undoing them one by one with deliberate, sensual slowness. His fingers brushed against Sebastian's bare chest, and the English teacher let out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a prayer.
"He's very responsive," Theo said to Kota over his shoulder. "I like that. You can tell he's never been undressed by someone else before. Every touch is new. Every sensation is overwhelming. Look at the way he shivers when I do this." He ran his fingertips lightly down Sebastian's sternum, and Sebastian shivered so hard his knees buckled.
Kota watched from the bed, his cock thickening in his cargo pants.
The contrast between them was intoxicating. Theo, confident and playful and slightly clumsy in his attempts at seduction. Sebastian, terrified and eager and completely out of his depth. Both of them slowly, methodically undressing for his pleasure.
Theo pulled the white shirt off Sebastian's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then he turned to the mountain of shopping bags and began rummaging through them, pulling out items one by one. "Let's start with something simple. Something classic. Ah. Here we are."
He held up a pair of deep burgundy silk boxers with black lace trim. "These will look lovely on you, Sebastian. The color matches your perpetual blush."
Sebastian stared at the boxers like they were a live grenade. "Those are—those are very small. There's not much fabric. I'm not sure they'll cover everything. What if I bend over and they—"
"That's the point, darling. They're not supposed to cover everything. They're supposed to tease." Theo knelt down and started unbuckling Sebastian's slacks.
"Step out of these. Good boy. Now the underwear. Yes, those too. Don't be shy. Kota's already seen everything you have, and I'm about to see it, so there's really no point in modesty."
Soon Sebastian was standing completely naked in the middle of the room, his hands hovering awkwardly over his crotch, his face so red it was almost purple. Theo helped him into the burgundy silk boxers, adjusting the waistband so it sat low on his hips, the lace trim brushing against his upper thighs.
"There," Theo said, stepping back to admire his work. "Turn around. Let Kota see the back."
Sebastian turned, and the back view was even more revealing than the front. The silk clung to his surprisingly plump ass, the fabric stretched taut over the curves, and the lace trim framed the swell of his cheeks perfectly.
"Beautiful," Theo declared. "Now it's my turn."
He stripped off his pale blue briefs and reached into the bags himself, pulling out a pair of emerald green lace panties that were so sheer they were practically transparent. He stepped into them with practiced ease, the delicate fabric settling against his skin like it had been made for him. His massive ass swallowed the back, the thin strap disappearing between his cheeks.
"What do you think, Kota? Green or burgundy? Which do you prefer?"
Kota's voice was rough. "Both. Keep going."
They kept going. Theo pulled out outfit after outfit, each one more revealing than the last. A black leather harness that crisscrossed over Sebastian's pale chest and made him look like he belonged on the cover of a very different kind of magazine. A white lace bodysuit for Theo that was completely see through and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A pair of red satin panties with a heart shaped cutout in the back for Sebastian. A royal blue garter belt and stockings for Theo that made his legs look endless.
Each time they changed, they asked for Kota's opinion.
"Do you like this one, darling? Is the blue better than the green? Should I leave the stockings on or take them off?" Kota answered in monosyllables, his voice growing rougher, his cock straining painfully against his cargo pants. He was losing his mind. The constant parade of lace and silk and leather, the way Theo's confidence contrasted with Sebastian's nervous blushes, the way they both looked to him for approval after every outfit change, it was too much.
Then Theo pulled out the bunny suits.
They were matching, one in pale pink and one in baby blue. Each consisted of a strapless satin corset that pushed up their chests, a pair of sheer stockings that clipped to the corset with delicate garters, a fluffy little tail that attached with a discreet plug, and a headband with long, floppy ears. Theo helped Sebastian into the pink one first, adjusting the corset and making sure the tail was secure. Then he slipped into the blue one himself, the satin hugging his curves, the ears flopping adorably with every movement.
They stood side by side, two bunnies in pastel colors, their bodies barely contained by the skimpy outfits. Theo struck a pose, one hand on his hip, the other making a little bunny ear gesture behind his head. "Well, darling? What do you think? Are we the cutest bunnies you've ever seen?"
Kota stood up from the bed. His cock was so hard it hurt, the thick length pressing against his zipper with almost painful intensity. His hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with quick, decisive movements. "Both of you. On the bed. Now."