He didn't even think again until Simon was out of the dressing room before he brought up a wrist and bit hard into it to keep from squeaking, realizing that Simon had just-
Breathe, Peter, breathe. He leaned on the door for a few seconds and collected himself before he tried to wriggle his way out of these tight pants, still beet red. It was okay. Simon wasn't even thinking when it happened that just- yeah. Okay. Everything was fine.
He wasn't entirely keen on the idea of purple vinyl, couldn't even imagine himself in it, and instead picked up the black leather shorts, biting his lip, then shrugged. She picked it out so he should try it, right? He didn't want to be rude! So he started wiggling into those and ended up eyeballing himself in them. "I dunno... I think I'm better off in pants..." He murmured to himself.
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He didn't even think again until Simon was out of the dressing room before he brought up a wrist and bit hard into it to keep from squeaking, realizing that Simon had just-
Breathe, Peter, breathe. He leaned on the door for a few seconds and collected himself before he tried to wriggle his way out of these tight pants, still beet red. It was okay. Simon wasn't even thinking when it happened that just- yeah. Okay. Everything was fine.
He wasn't entirely keen on the idea of purple vinyl, couldn't even imagine himself in it, and instead picked up the black leather shorts, biting his lip, then shrugged. She picked it out so he should try it, right? He didn't want to be rude! So he started wiggling into those and ended up eyeballing himself in them. "I dunno... I think I'm better off in pants..." He murmured to himself.