"Usagi, we really don't have to do this," Misaki pleaded as the older man pulled him by the hand through the upscale mall on the north end of Ginza.
"Yes, we do," Usagi insisted, veering to the left. Misaki groaned at the sign above the store.
"_His Man_? What kind of name is that for a store? It's so obviously gay..." he whined, and Usagi just smirked as they stepped inside. He pulled Misaki over to the underwear section, and Misaki, despite his moaning and pouting, was actually rather impressed. "Wow, it's like Victoria's Secret for men...I've only ever seen the one little aisle in regular stores that has the shrinkwrapped packs of boxers and briefs." He absentmindedly fingered a silky red thong as he spoke, then realized what he was doing and pulled his hand away sharply as if he had been burned. "I mean, not that I care. No way am I wearing this weird stuff."
"Just look around," Usagi urged him. "If you won't pick what you like...then I'll pick what I like." His eyes sparkled for a second as he turned his head towards a mannequin wearing a pair of crotchless leather underwear, and Misaki hurriedly began perusing the racks.
"Let's see then," he said in a strained, falsely cheerful voice. "Ah, well, actually, these aren't so bad." He pulled out a pair of light blue silk bikini briefs.
Usagi smiled lazily. "Ooh, I like those too. Your ass would look so good in them..."
"Shut up!" Misaki hissed, his face burning. He felt like everyone in the store was watching them shop. His hands moved the hangers on the rack at a blinding speed. "This, this, and this," he said quickly, pulling out pairs at random, just wanting the shopping trip to be over with.
"Now, come on, Misaki, these aren't even in your size. If you don't take this seriously, I really will take over the selection."
"Fine!" Misaki pouted, and put back the too-large underwear. He began to carefully look at the size labels as he went, pulling out smalls in relatively reserved styles. They were still wilder than his regular underwear, but they definitely weren't leather and crotchless. He cast a side glance at the scantily clad mannequin and shivered, imagining how embarrassed he would be to wear such a thing.
"Ooh, let's get these," Usagi said, pulling out a pair.
"Hey, wait, I thought I got to pick as long as I cooperated!"
"I could still pick some of them," Usagi shrugged. "Anyway, look." He held out the pale pink boyshorts to Misaki. "See, they've got a bunny on the ass."
"I've already got a bunny on my ass all the time," Misaki grumbled. He begrudgingly took the pair from Usagi, but then thrust it and the other half dozen pairs he had selected right back at the man. "Here, hold these so I can keep looking," he said. Usagi did so with a smirk, knowing that the boy was actually starting to enjoy shopping.
"Why don't you get a thong? All you've picked out is briefs so far."
"No way am I wearing a thong," Misaki muttered. "I have a little dignity left, and I intend to hold onto it."
"What a shame," Usagi said, clucking his tongue. "Well, I'm buying you a thong," he declared, turning to a rack with the aforementioned underthings on it. "Relax, you only have to wear it if you want to," he assured the boy, who was preparing to argue with him. Misaki shut his mouth with a snap and turned back to a table with layered rows of jersey underwear on it. He plucked through it, glancing back nervously at Usagi as he did so. The man was gleefully pulling out pair after pair, grinning like an idiot.
"Can I help you find something?" a salesman suddenly asked of Misaki, startling him.
"Oh, uh, no, I'm just looking..." he mumbled automatically.
"Ah, yes, actually." Misaki cringed as he heard Usagi approaching. He knew the man was about to have some fun. "I'm looking for something really special for my sexy little boyfriend here," he ruffled Misaki's hair for emphasis, "Something, really, really special."
"Well, sir, perhaps you would be interested in these?" The salesman led them over to a corner, and Misaki reluctantly followed.
"No, no, no..." Misaki muttered of the zippered front vinyl boyshorts the salesman offered up.
"I like them," Usagi declared.
"Well, I don't!" Misaki shot back.
"But the zipper seems so convenient."
"It seems _dangerous_! What if...something...got stuck in it?" Misaki yelped at the thought.
"Well, I wouldn't ever be zipping them _up _on you...only down..." Usagi gave the boy a wicked smile.
"It still might be dangerous! And don't say that kind of stuff in front of people!" he hissed, lowering his voice and glancing towards the salesman.
"Well, how about these?" the salesman asked, holding out another pair of vinyl boyshorts, this pair in cherry red. Misaki relaxed when he saw that they had no zipper on the front, then gaped when the man turned them around, revealing the huge cutout in the back.
"Now those would be convenient!" Usagi exclaimed gleefully.
"Shut up! No! I don't like them!" Misaki protested. "I don't want anything weird!" He turned to Usagi, his eyes begging. "Please, can't we just get the stuff I picked out and go home?"
"Only if you promise to model every single pair for me when we get home," Usagi said, after a moment of thought.
Misaki blushed, but nodded. "Fine. Okay. Let's just go." They took their purchases up to the counter, where Usagi paid, and soon they were zipping back home in Usagi's red sportscar.
"Oh, I can't wait for my little private fashion show," Usagi murmured, licking his lips as he steered through traffic.
"Whatever," Misaki mumbled. "It's kind of stupid, anyway. What do you care what my underwear look like? You pull them off with my pants in about five seconds anyway. You barely ever see me in my underwear."
"Well, we'll have to change that, won't we? Now that you have these, I want you to wear them around the house for me a lot."
"Hey now! That wasn't part of the agreement!" Misaki protested.
"I just decided it," Usagi said. "I'm in charge, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember," Misaki grumbled. He folded his arms, slumping in his seat as he pouted.
"Don't make that sad face. You'll like it too."
When they got home, Usagi handed the bag to Misaki and then pointed to the bedroom. "All right, one pair at a time. Chop chop."
"Fine, fine," Misaki muttered. "Like I was going to put them on more than one pair at a time...stupid rabbit." He stomped into the bedroom, though he had to admit he was feeling rather excited for some reason. He removed his shoes and socks, then his pants and the plain white briefs he had been wearing, and then dumped the bag out onto the bed. After a few moments of deliberation, he picked up the first pair he had selected in the store. He popped off the tag and then slipped into them, then went out into into the living room, where Usagi was waiting eagerly in his favorite chair, smoking a cigarette.
"Oh, I love them," Usagi said breathlessly, ogling him unabashedly. "All right, next pair," he urged. "And this time, take your shirt off." Misaki muttered something inaudible, and went back into the bedroom. He reemerged two minutes later, now shirtless and wearing a pair of tight black jersey briefs. They hugged every curve of his body, and Usagi smiled happily. "Ooh, turn around. I want to see the back view." Misaki did so, his lower lip stuck out as he turned around and put a hand on his lip. "Oh, you're a regular supermodel, you cute little thing. Okay, next."
Misaki left, and came back just a few moments later wearing one of the thongs Usagi had picked out for him. "These look SO ridiculous," Misaki whined. He turned around before Usagi even had to ask him, much to the older man's delight, showing his bared, firm little ass.
"Yes, yes, I made a very good choice with those," Usagi said, licking his lips imperceptibly. "All right, let's keep going." He adjusted his rapidly hardening manhood as Misaki slunk back into the bedroom.
As Misaki was changing into the next pair, he discovered to his surprise that he was partially erect. He didn't even realize that he was getting turned on by what was happening, and it both embarrassed and thrilled him for some reason. It was partially the constant changing of undergarments, the different sensually tactile fabrics grazing over his most sensitive parts over and over; but it was also the way Usagi was looking at him each time he came out. He rifled through the pile of remaining underwear, finally selecting a pair of dark blue satin briefs that he thought would hide his arousal best.
But it was all in vain. As soon as he walked out, Usagi licked his lips and adjusted himself again, making Misaki shiver as he felt a fresh rush of blood to his groin. His now fully erect manhood poked out from his body, tenting up the satin. There was no way to hide it, and his face burned terribly. Even though he was intimate with Usagi, he still felt embarrassed to be so helpless to the man's innate attractiveness.
Usagi did not fail to notice the change in his behavior. "Ah, I see you're turned on too. Naughty boy..." he teased, narrowing his eyes at him.
"S-shut up..." Misaki stammered, fidgeting uncomfortably. He felt very exposed, like he was standing on a stage naked.
"As much as I've loved this fashion show, I'm ready for another show," Usagi said in a low, deep voice. He gestured with his hand. "Take them off." Misaki swallowed hard, then his hands slowly went to his hips. He peeled the silky bottoms off, down over his thighs as he exposed his turgid length of manhood. "That's right, all the way off," Usagi coaxed him, his voice thick with desire. "Now, I want you to touch yourself."
"What? No!" Misaki shouted, breaking out of the hypnotic spell he had been under. "That's weird!"
"And why is it weird? I want to see you do it. Please, Misaki..." Usagi voice took on an urgent, pleading tone, and Misaki gave a quiet groan as he relented.
"Fine, but this is stupid," he muttered, then wrapped a tentative hand around himself. "Mmm..." The soft moan escaped his lips despite himself, and he closed his eyes at the sudden rush of pleasure. Usagi's breath hitched in his throat as he watched the boy pleasure himself. It was sexier than he had imagined...the clumsy, eager way Misaki stroked himself; the way his head was thrown back, exposing his tender young throat, the Adam's apple bobbing up and down unsteadily; and the quiet sounds of lust that emitted from his perfect little lips.
Since Misaki's eyes were closed, Usagi took the opportunity to unfasten his pants and free his own throbbing member. He stroked himself evenly, and Misaki cracked an eye open to observe him. He shuddered with pleasure when he realized Usagi was doing the same thing as him.
Misaki paused to gather the slippery wetness that was oozing from the tip, and he spread it around the shaft, then resumed stroking himself quickly. He moaned, feeling himself hovering at the brink of ecstasy, but he held back, wanting to prolong the pleasurable feelings for as long as possible. Watching Usagi...knowing that Usagi was watching him and getting turned on...it was all so unbearably erotic. He especially liked watching Usagi pull his long hardness over and over again...there was something so thrillingly obscene about it that made him unable to tear his eyes away.
Misaki groaned, feeling himself hurdling towards the breaking point. It was beyond his control now. His legs trembled and threatened to buckle underneath him as his body succumbed to the pleasure. "Oh, Usagi-san...I'm..." he whimpered, and then carefully fell to his knees.
"That's it, Misaki...come for me..." Usagi urged.
"I...oh!" Misaki cried out, lurching forward and holding himself up with one arm. His release shot out powerfully in several arcs, landing on the hardwoord floor in an abstract design of ivory.
Usagi groaned with ecstasy as he watched Misaki complete the deed. "Misaki..." he whispered, then gave a low cry as he climaxed, his semen rushing out and dripping down over his fingers. He melted back into the chair, his eyes half lidded with satisfaction.
Misaki trembled as he stared at the jagged pool before him. "Usagi...I need..."
Usagi smiled languidly. "Yes? What do you need?"
"I need to mop the floor." Usagi shook his head, chuckling.