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[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.

[Save a horse, ride a bullman?]

Oh yeah? Thanks.

[ Taste or no, Majima would not turn down that compliment. Maybe it was silly, but it kind of made him feel... warm? Like smiling? What was being happy, sounded fake. ]

I think you'd look great in it, too. Although I did like that time ya wore red. It really suited ya.

[ Maybe it made more sense now, knowing that Tim used to be a redhead. Majima picked up one of the crops, and gave it an experimental flick. The movement came with the satisfying whistle of parting air, and the precision with which he brought the tip to a stop was... promising, if one were into that sort of thing. ]

Y'know, I'm pretty good with these. [ He was weirdly good with most weapons, actually. Maybe Tim had noticed. Maybe Tim also noticed the way Majima was eyeing him now, as if considering the sort of sounds he might be able to coax out of the man. ] Never used one on someone I liked, but I wouldn't mind givin' it a try. Here, can ya hold these a sec?

[ And so there he was, handing Tim the crop, collar, and somehow also a leash he'd picked up while he ducked into a changing room. ]

It's not exactly gonna match with the shirt and jacket.

[ Which was apparently why when he opened the door, he was shirtless, with only his customary boots and a pair of leather pants clinging to his hips. All the leg a guy could ask for, with a fit that looked like it'd been spray-painted on. ]

Not a lot of room for the imagination, huh? [ But all the same, he seemed surprisingly at home in them, standing there. They really set off that lean build of his, too -- the curve of his lower back, the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Go figure, Tim had met Majima at like the one time before he decided to wear leather for 30 years straight. ]

[Majima was... good with crops? He certainly demonstrated some dexterity with it, the way he could make it whistle through the air before bringing it to a short, precise stop. Impeccable control. Probably not for the first time, Tim was seriously confused about what yakuza do and why it would involve proficiency with fetish-based weaponry. He had a lot of questions?]

[The only thing he actually got out of his mouth, though, was kind of a weird choked noise in the back of his throat while Majima pushed the goods into his hands and disappeared into a dressing room. There was a few minutes where Tim kind of awkwardly waited and Majima was presumably figuring out how to get tight leather over nine miles of leg, before he emerged wearing just the pants and his usual shoes.]

Oh.

[Whatever color had been slowly leaving Tim's face returned with a vengeance. Majima without a shirt on was always a whole and entire snack, but that along with the stark contrast of his tattoos and the tight leather pants showing off every inch of his endless legs? God. It was a devastating combination.]

You should, um. Get those.

[The things he'd let Majima do to him in that getup were borderline criminal.]

Could you just, could you take your hair down for a second?

[ Look. Look. Sometimes you just came across things like mystery syringes and tangerines and riding crops and you needed to be prepared to perform Heat Actions with them at all times. It was just common sense for criminals. ]

I think I will.

[ This trip? Totally worth it, judging from the expression on Tim's face. Majima didn't have some kind of huge attachment to his hairstyle; it was just easier to fight with his hair held back, and also easier to look professional. The way Tim asked, though...

He reached a hand back and hooked a thumb under the hair tie in back, allowing his glossy black hair to fall free over his shoulders. The difference was like night and day, frankly -- take away the formality of his usual dress, and what one was left with was a handsome man that looked more his own age.

Maybe it was just him being ridiculous, but having his hair down more than not having a shirt, made him feel a little more... self-conscious? Like Majima was missing part of that smooth, professional mask that he'd presented to the public for so long. ]

...like this?

[Majima's hair was dark and sleek like silk, and Tim really wanted to run his hands through it just to see if it felt as smooth as it looked. Something about how it framed his face made him look younger; maybe it softened up some of the sharp lines of his cheekbones and jaw. It was a good look for him regardless, and one that Tim wouldn't mind seeing a little more often.]

[This man was a whole snack any day of the week, but, god, put him in this outfit and take down his hair and he was a five course dinner.]

Yeah, yeah, like that.

[Don't mind if his voice sounded a little faint, he was just in the process of realizing that he was dating the actual hottest man on this planet. Lucky him, and everybody else could just die jealous.]

God, I'd have to beat people offa you with a stick.

[ Well, how about that, huh? Maybe little things did make a lot of difference, and if Tim was that into him having his hair down, Majima would make a note to himself to do it more often. ]

Lucky ya won't have to. I don't exactly plan on walkin' around like this in public.

[ It'd only encourage the grabbiness of the locals, and honestly? This kind of reaction was too good to go to waste.

Too bad they were in a retail setting right now. But he leaned forward to give Tim a kiss anyway -- a short one, albeit one he had to brush his hair back for afterwards. ]

Think we've got enough extra for today?

[ Because he certainly wouldn't mind heading back and testing some of these purchases out. ]

[Just give it a few years, Majima, you'd be walking around like that in public every day, whether anyone wanted you to or not. Shirtless regardless of the weather. There were questions that could be raised about the possibility of frostbite on unfortunate things like nipples, but maybe that was a mystery for the ages.]

[Tim tilted his head up for the kiss when it was coming in, and the lock of dark hair that brushed against his cheek was about as smooth as he thought it looked. It was kind of unfair? Not only was Majima tall and ridiculously good looking and had abs that could've been on a Greek statue, he also had amazing hair. Genetics were bullshit. Either that or Majima had a fantastic hair care routine.]

Probably. [There was a lot that could be done with the things they'd picked out. And that was just the extras, there was still the main thing that they'd come here for.] We just, uh. Should pick up the rope?

[They couldn't leave without the original thing that they'd needed to get. Some good, old-fashioned nice rope for Majima to break out whenever he wanted to tie Tim to the headboard.]

[ In short: Genetics were bullshit. He did shampoo and brush it, but that was about it. ]

Yeah. Just give me a sec.

[ To change back into his usual clothes, naturally. While he was changing, though, he could chat with Tim a little over the divider. ]

Thanks for coming, by the way. Not just to the store.

[ He wasn't actually sure how today would go down, but it turned out he'd gotten to learn some more about Tim and get some bedroom accessories out of the bargain, how was that for a haul? He'd leave his hair down when he came back out. What? It was hard getting it all back into place without a comb. ]

[Of course, Majima couldn't just walk out of the store wearing those pants-- or, well, he could, but there was that whole beating people off of him with a stick thing to consider-- and Tim waited outside the changing room with his arms full of their selected merchandise.]

[Things had gone far better than he'd expected when he left the house this morning. He'd left expecting a really awkward and uncomfortable conversation, and... well, okay, that had happened too, but he'd also gotten some insight into the enigma that was Majima and also got to see him in tight leather pants. A net positive.]

I... y'know, I almost didn't? I almost took your offer of doing it over text.

[Which would have kept him in his comfort zone, but he would've missed out on all the good things that happened. So, points in the not being chickenshit column.]

I'm glad I came out to meet you.

[He stepped closer to him and, after hesitating for just a second, reached up to tuck some of that dark hair behind his ear.]

Man, that really does look good on you. [He was handsome either way, but the long hair was just weapons-grade handsome. Leaves no survivors.] Want to help me pick out some rope?

I...

[ For the briefest moment as Tim reached over, Majima looked genuinely caught off-guard. And why not? The long hair was a relatively new development, and sure as shit no one else had ever put their hands in it to tuck it behind his ear -- more like try to use it as leverage to smash his face against something unpleasant.

Then he closed his eye, and tilted his head almost imperceptibly into that touch. ]

Same here. It's always good to see you, but today I got to find out a little more about who ya are.

[ And from his expression when he looked at Tim again, one might surmise that if anything, he'd grown more fond of his favorite bullman. Then he swept his gaze quietly past, and towards the... er, bondage equipment.

There were plenty of supplies, an almost staggering array of choice in chains and twine and other materials, but Majima reached up to take up some jute dyed a darker shade of red, then pressed it feather-light up over Tim's shoulder, just flush with a sliver of exposed skin. ]

I like this one. It'd look downright gorgeous on ya.

[Tim couldn't help but think that he'd gotten more out of their exchange in terms of information about Majima than Majima had gotten about him. He'd gotten to hear about Sotenbori and the hit and the things he'd had to do to get what he wanted, and Majima had found out, what? That Tim used to be a redhead and that he was totally neurotic? Not exactly news, except for the ginger bit. But if Majima was happy with what he'd learned, well. They'd probably gone through enough Tragic Backstory for one day.]

[Tim wanted to bask in the fondness of Majima's gaze for as long as he could.]

[And then it was time for something completely different-- bondage. Apparently.]

[The rope that Majima laid against his skin was good quality and smooth, similar to the kind that he'd used on him last time and had sacrificed to free Tim's hands faster. There'd been nothing wrong with the blond color of that previous batch of rope, but Tim had to agree that the darker crimson red was better for his skin tone.]

Red, huh? [Really, he'd take almost any color that wasn't canary yellow, but he was kind of glad that Majima at least had a decent eye for color.] Yeah, I think you're right. Let's go with that one.

[ Or that Majima had been stepping on Tim's insecurities without realizing it, which was surely valuable in dating and also

this thing that they had going. It was Fine. ]

Just like that?

[ There was a glint of amusement in Majima's eye, like he'd been half-expecting Tim to negotiate what type of rope he was going to be bound with in future encounters. Hey, maybe the guy had opinions on the kind of ply.

But a quick decision worked just as well, and he started toward the register, a glance over his shoulder to make sure Tim was following. The store clerk, who had been politely ignoring them until they looked like they needed help, smiled at them.

"Hi there! Do you have a point card?" ]

I told you, I wouldn't know good rope if you slapped me with it. I'm kinda relying on you, here.

[So if this was the kind of rope that Majima used, than that was fine by him. It certainly had worked well enough the last time Majima had tied him to the bed posts. Tim's expectations weren't super high, he just wanted something that would look good and get the job done, preferably without leaving him with a ton of rope burns.]

[Tim did follow to the register, even if he was a little uncomfortable with piling up their merchandise on the counter in front of somebody. Sure, people clearly came into this shop and purchased this kind of stuff all the time, this probably wasn't the weirdest collection of items that this cashier had seen, but still. It was just kind of the idea of some random person knowing way too much about their future bedroom activities.]

[Til he heard the bit about the point card, anyway. Look, a deal was a deal, okay.]

You guys have a reward system?

[ "Yep, see, once you purchase thiiiis much at our store, you get a gift certificate. It also makes things a little easier when you want to custom order something..." ]

Don't have a card now, but I'd like one. Ya got a form I need to fill out?

[ Good news for this clerk, apparently, as she beamed at Majima and Tim and produced a small paper sign-up form. "Of course! Here you go."

So don't mind Majima, filling it out...

"Oh, and were you able to find everything you needed?" ]

[Oh, good, Majima was getting the reward card thing, and like. Technically, just getting the card didn't mean that he'd be coming back to get more things that, ostensibly, he'd be putting to good use with Tim, but it sure did indicate an intention.]

Oh, uh. [Standard customer service questions, you could handle answering this, Tim.] Yeah. I think we're, um, set.

[For now, anyway. Or at least until the next time that Majima didn't feel like untying the knots in the rope and ruined it all by cutting Tim free.]

Could I maybe. Get one of those too?

[Don't judge him. Maybe he'd want to custom order something one day! Like a pair of classy heels in whatever size Majima was, just as an example that was entirely unrelated to anything.]

[ "Of course!" said the clerk, sounding rather pleased. She probably had a quota or something, RIP customer service life -- but she was happy to dig out another form for Tim.

Who would, by the way, have an appraising glance cast his way as Majima finished with his form and got his card. ]

You get the rope, I'll buy the rest. Okay with you?

[ Like... Majima was going to keep this stuff at his place anyway, right? He'd pick up the tab, then -- spend some time thinking about how he'd like to use his ill-gotten gains. ]

[Hey, gotta fill those quotas, right. Tim knew all about the retail grind, he'd done his fair share of shitty cashier jobs. Retail was hell.]

[Tim tried to ignore that look that Majima was giving him, because the back of his neck was already starting to go red and he really didn't want to look like a tomato while they were making this transaction. Besides, maybe he wanted this card for completely legitimate reasons! Maybe he'd need to get another pair of leather pants for work and want to get them custom-fit through this store. Totally legit!]

Yeah, that's, that's fine.

[There was no way that he could keep this stuff at his place, anyway. Tim already had to hide his leather work clothes, just to make sure that Jack wouldn't get any weird ideas.]

If you don't, um, mind storing everything.

'course not.

[ Maybe Tim could use some custom leather. Food for thought.

The cashier rang up their items, handed out cards, wrapped the goods with pink unicorn stickers to anchor the paper in place, and handed them two bags -- unmarked. So professional! Majima sort of wondered about the unicorns, though?

"Okay! Here you are." ]

Much obliged.

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