[Sure, call it taste. It was more that Tim was a man who wanted to see his leggy boyfriend in leather, and there was not a person alive who would've been able to blame him for that desire if they'd ever gotten the chance to see Majima's legs. Or his ass. As the kids say-- dummy thicc. Let it never be said that Tim wasn't interested in seeing Majima in something tight and sexy.]
Yeah, black. [It was classic? A solid color choice. And even though it was a pretty tame suggestion in the realms of sexy things to dress up in, it was kind of reassuring that he went along with it so easily. Made Tim feel a little better about this whole thing.] You, you look really good in black.
[The layout of the store made sense, at least-- leather goods all seemed to be in one generalized area. Gloves and leashes were... interesting, too, in their own ways. (Do you keep your boyfriend on a long or a short leash?) And past that were leather crops, whips, floggers. Those were also]
[interesting.]
[The crops were hanging by a loop of leather from wire hooks, and Tim tapped one of them and let it swing.]
That'd be kind of on the nose. God, the riding jokes.
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Yeah, black. [It was classic? A solid color choice. And even though it was a pretty tame suggestion in the realms of sexy things to dress up in, it was kind of reassuring that he went along with it so easily. Made Tim feel a little better about this whole thing.] You, you look really good in black.
[The layout of the store made sense, at least-- leather goods all seemed to be in one generalized area. Gloves and leashes were... interesting, too, in their own ways. (Do you keep your boyfriend on a long or a short leash?) And past that were leather crops, whips, floggers. Those were also]
[interesting.]
[The crops were hanging by a loop of leather from wire hooks, and Tim tapped one of them and let it swing.]
That'd be kind of on the nose. God, the riding jokes.
[Save a horse, ride a bullman?]