"But you look so hot," Mindy said in a pout. "We can go up a size if you can't breathe but they'll mould to your body better this way and after a few wears, they'll be perfect. You just have to put in the work. Simon, tell him he looks hot."

Simon didn't need to do anything, not with the way he was staring. He cleared his throat and hung up what little fabric he had in his hand up on the rack with a few other garments. Including a pair of leather hot pants. "You do look hot. Maybe a little too hot," Simon said, making a motion with his fingers for Peter to give a spin before he reached for him and tugged on the waistband. "Crouch for me." Again, not a question. He technically just wanted to see if Peter could move in those. The stretch goring over the knee and at the crotch should help.

It really didn't hurt that crouching would be giving him an eyeful. And put Peter at a position almost near his feet. "Try kneeling," Mindy said, giggling, before Simon gave her a look and she immediately looked down, eyes on the floor and shoulders relaxed and forward. "Sorry, sir."