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If TK was ever told when he was younger that he would be with a man who not only likes to see him in panties but would actively buy him panties at a store and proudly say they were for his boyfriend TK would have thought the person telling him was crazy. That they were making fun of him for something that he likes. That just wasn’t something he was given hope to expect. His past boyfriends hadn’t liked it, thought it was too weird, and would actively shun TK for it until he just stopped wearing them and convinced himself that it wasn’t something he likes.
Panties weren’t a thing for men, he’s been told repeatedly. It’s okay to be gay as long as you don’t look the part — a past boyfriend had said when they found the flimsy material in his dresser drawer — the moment had made him burn with shame, creating a core memory that flashed into his mind every time he allowed himself to look at a pair of panties for too long after that.
Carlos, though, prompts TK to forget that shame when he finds a pair of panties that TK long forgot about. The shame he felt, is replaced by the burning passion that Carlos fucks him with when TK models the panties for him for the very first time. Not only passion but love and tenderness that TK isn’t used to. It makes him want to rediscover that part of himself again. It makes him feel safe to explore a side of himself he had long buried under homophobic slurs and dirty looks.
However, it’s hard, to allow himself to want the softer things again after going so long denying himself. He knows it’s not something that will change overnight — even with Carlos being the most supportive boyfriend, but TK wants it to.
So he decides not to force it. After Carlos gives him the new panties, he shoves the five pairs in the back of his drawer, not to hide them away necessarily but so that they won’t be there, glaring him in the face and taunting him every time he opens his drawer. He likes knowing that they’re there, but not seeing them every time he needs to get a new pair of boxers.
On days when Carlos is at work, TK takes them out.
At first, he just runs them through his fingers, feeling the soft material and watching how they glide delicately through his hands. The colors Carlos had picked for him were good ones — shades of pastel that TK knows will look great against his skin.
Eventually, TK gets up the courage to put a pair on. He chooses the high-waisted pair and pulls them on, holding his breath as he chances a look into the floor-length mirror that they have. He’s surprised by how good they look on him.
They’re a soft orange that looks delicate and pretty against the pale skin of his thighs. They’re snug around his cock and make his ass look even perkier than it usually does in his boxers. The waistband of the panties comes up just below his navel, covering the soft trail of hair that leads down to his cock. TK reaches down, brushing his fingers delicately over his bulge and a shiver runs through him.
He’s missed this more than he’s ever let himself think about.
He continues to stare at himself for a few more minutes. TK looks good, he knows he does, but there’s still a dark pit in his stomach that twists and rattles about that tells him he shouldn’t enjoy this, that he shouldn’t enjoy wearing something soft and delicate.
Before he can get lost in his mind too much, he slides the panties off and folds them up neatly, returning them to the spot in his drawer. He wants to keep them on, but the ugliness in his mind is raring its head and he doesn’t want to taint the pretty panties that Carlos so thoughtfully bought for him.
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Over the course of the next few weeks, TK works on wearing the panties for longer periods of time - mostly when he’s alone. He’ll put them on for sex when Carlos requests him to, but he doesn’t actively put them on and then show Carlos on his own account, he still needs to be prompted and know that it’s something Carlos wants. He’s still nervous that Carlos will turn on him, tell him it’s all a joke, and that he thinks TK is weird for wanting to wear panties and get off on it.
TK wishes he could talk to someone about it, but it’s not exactly a topic that he can bring up with his therapist. He can only imagine the looks he would get if he were to go in, sit down on her couch and go “how can I get over the anxiety of wearing panties?”
That’s a conversation he does not want to have with her — or anyone, really.
So he copes and works through it on his own. He sets timers for how long he wears the panties, pushes himself to, and pushes himself to look at himself in the delicate material. Each time, he reminds himself that it’s something he likes and that because of some people being nasty to him, he was made to feel bad about it. He thinks about the way Carlos looks at him when he’s wearing them, how he treats him, and the sweet things that he says. It helps, knowing that Carlos likes it too and that he isn’t going to berate TK as the others did for liking something so soft and delicate.
He lets himself slowly build up stamina in wearing the panties and allows himself to take them off when he becomes too anxious. Over time, he’s able to wear them longer and not feel as if he’s doing something wrong. The voices of his exes start to fade, replaced by the words and affirmations that Carlos showers him with daily.
As more time goes by, his confidence grows. The way Carlos handles him when he’s wearing them helps a lot and soon he doesn’t feel like Carlos is going to change his mind about liking TK in them. Everything Carlos does proves that he won’t.
Also, TK is confident that Carlos loves the panties on him more than TK does.
TK soon starts to feel sexy in his panties again. No longer are they this taboo object that he isn’t supposed to like, but something that he can feel good in and look good in. It’s not something he needs to feel ashamed of any more or hear the voices of his exes as he puts them on. They become something that brings him joy like they once did.
It takes exactly a month for TK to feel comfortable enough wearing the panties to tease Carlos and not only when Carlos asks him to wear them.
It’s on a Saturday, one of the days that he has off but Carlos has to work the early morning shift, when TK decides that he wants to put something into motion that he’s been planning. He’s glad that Carlos has a shift in the morning because it allows TK time to get ready and not feel awkward about it.
He starts his day off with a cup of coffee and the morning newspaper - Carlos is still one of those people who subscribe to the daily newspaper and TK reads it from time to time. He sits at the counter in their kitchen, savoring the coffee and letting it slowly wake him up. One of his favorite parts of having a weekend day off is how slow everything feels and allowing himself to take advantage of it. After his first cup of coffee, he makes himself breakfast and eats it with Friends playing on the TV.
He moves through his morning slowly. Taking time to clean his dishes and then the kitchen. He makes his way through the list of things that Carlos’ wrote that need to be done - he doesn’t expect TK to do them, TK knows, but he does them anyway. The chores help him to calm his nerves and by the time noon rolls around - an hour before Carlos is due home - he feels ready enough to go about his plan.
He starts off by taking a shower. TK takes his time in washing every inch of himself. After he’s clean, he takes a few moments to finger himself open - nothing too crazy, but just enough that Carlos isn’t going to have to spend forever getting him ready when he gets home and sees him. After he feels like he’s prepped enough, he steps out of the shower and dries himself off. He spritzes just a little bit of cologne on - the one that Carlos absolutely goes crazy for when he wears - and then heads into their bedroom.
He pulls out the soft pink lace panties with the garters and slips them on. They’ve become his favorites and he’s wanted to wear them for Carlos for a few weeks now. He hasn’t yet because he’s wanted to save them for a day when he would feel really good wearing them. He then pulls on one of Carlos’ white button-down shirts. He buttons it up and then looks at himself in the mirror.
TK likes the way he looks. The button-down hits the top of his thigh, loose on him since Carlos is a bit more muscular than he is. It hides the panties but allows the garters to peak out in a soft, but slightly scandalous way. He lifts the shirt up so that he can see the panties on him. The soft, pink lace cups his cock in an almost innocent way. The pattern of the lace covers, but also gives a teasing glance at the skin beneath it.
TK turns his body to the side, looking at how the thin material hugs over his ass and seems to make it look more round. The lace pattern on the back is more open, showing off more of his creamy, white skin - TK has a brief thought that maybe he should go tanning so that his ass isn’t as white as he looks at it.
The panties look good on him, though, and that’s what TK wants. He wants to look and feel good in the things that he’s wearing. The delicate panties and garters are something that does both. He smiles at himself in the mirror, a little shy even though it’s just him, and thinks about how proud he is for being able to push through the anxiety he’s feeling to surprise Carlos with this.
He stares some more and ends up spending just a little too much time looking at himself and enjoying the way that he looks in the outfit. He desperately hopes that Carlos likes the way he looks too.
He makes his way downstairs and sits on the couch. He pulls his legs up, sitting crisscross so it isn’t too obvious that he’s wearing panties, but it is obvious that he’s not wearing pants. TK turns on the TV and puts on another episode of Friends and pulls his phone out to scroll on a news website and get caught up on things. He really doesn’t pay attention to either of them, but they’re good anchors to keep him from overthinking his outfit and his plan.
TK is acutely aware when Carlos parks into the driveway. He hears the crunch of the gravel under Carlos’ tires and then a few moments later he hears the thud of the door shutting. His eyes flick up and he watches the door intently. A few minutes later, Carlos walks through looking tired but happy to be home.
“Hey baby,” Carlos greets him with a quick smile. TK watches as he takes off his work boots and puts them in their spot before tossing his keys into the key dish and hanging up his bag. Carlos then disappears upstairs for a moment, no doubt putting his gun and badge in the safe in their bedroom.
When he comes back down the stairs he’s changed out of his uniform and is giving TK a strange look, no doubt noticing that TK hasn’t gotten up to greet him like he normally does.
“Are you okay baby?” Carlos asks, walking over to where he’s sitting. He reaches out and puts a hand on TK’s forehead.
TK nods, grabbing his hand and pulling him down for a kiss, “I’m okay. How was work?”
“Are you wearing pants?” Carlos asks, eyes flicking down to TK’s lap instead of answering the question.
TK bites his bottom lip shyly, looking up at Carlos through his eyelashes. “No…”
Carlos tilts his head like he’s trying to figure out what’s happening. He reaches out and grabs TK’s hand and gently tugs it until TK unfolds his body and stands up. TK feels hot under Carlos’ gaze and there’s a slight anxiety that’s humming through his veins that makes him want to pull away and cover himself up so that Carlos can’t see the pink panties or garter.
“Is that my shirt?” Carlos asks, and his voice is a bit strained as if the thought of seeing TK in his clothes does something to him.
TK nods, eyes searching Carlos’ face for anything that might give away him not being okay with any of this. TK doesn’t find anything but want in them. TK takes a step back, grabs the hem of the shirt, and pulls it up just a little bit to reveal more of the soft, pink material that’s underneath. He feels exposed under Carlos’ hungry gaze but he also feels good. He feels wanted .
TK watches Carlos’ eyes take him in. He likes how Carlos looks at him as if he’s some sort of meal to devour. It makes him feel hot under the collar of Carlos’ shirt, his cock twitches and thickens in the panties, pressing against the soft material and making itself known more prominently. He knows without a doubt that there’s a start of a wet spot that’s just going to continue to grow.
“ TK ,” Carlos moans, and the two syllables sound absolutely filthy dropping from Carlos’ lips. “You look so good , baby.”
TK smiles wide, feeling good under Carlos’ gaze. He really makes TK feel like he was sexy in the outfit that he was wearing. It’s not often that TK has felt this way in something like this. He’s sure this is one of the first times he’s truly felt sexy in a pair of panties and not had his anxiety at the edge telling himself that it wasn’t real.
He watches as Carlos drops to his knees, which pulls a soft laugh out of TK because it’s not something that he’s expecting. Carlos reaches forward and wraps his hands around TK’s waist and TK groans when he feels Carlos’ fingers dig into his hips. He hopes Carlos leaves some bruises behind for him to enjoy over the next few days.
“Yeah? You think so?” TK asks, stepping closer.
Instead of answering, Carlos leans forward and mouths at TK’s cock, licking over the wet patch that’s been growing. TK groans as Carlos licks the length of his cock through the material. It feels different than the times that Carlos licks his cock through his boxers, the lace while soft, also feels slightly rough against his skin and the cutouts allow him to feel Carlos’ tongue more. It’s something that TK likes more than he thought he would.
TK laughs again, breathless and happy as Carlos licks his cock again. He’s never going to get over the desperate, lustful reaction that Carlos has to him wearing panties - and he doesn’t want to.
“I want to do so many things to you,” Carlos says, pulling back and looking up at TK. “But tonight I think I want to watch you get yourself off using the panties.”
TK raises an eyebrow, that’s not how he thought this would go but he’s not going to complain.
“How do you mean?”
“I mean, I want to sit and watch you wrap these pretty panties around your cock and tell you how to jerk off until you come.”
TK lets out a groan, “Okay, yeah, fuck , we can do that.”
Carlos nuzzles at TK’s cock again before he stands up and offers TK his hand. TK takes it and allows Carlos to lead him up to their bedroom. Nervous energy flows through him as he thinks about what they’re about to do.
It’s not the first time Carlos has wanted to sit back and tell him what to do while watching, but it is the first time he’s done so with the panties. TK’s excited to do it, but also nervous that he’s going to mess things up and not be as good as Carlos expects him to be - or have a freak out about the panties in the middle of them doing this and ruin the entire thing.
“I can hear you thinking,” Carlos says, stopping to turn to him.
TK shifts under the weight of his gaze, “Sorry, I just… I want this to be good for you and I don’t want to mess it up.”
Carlos’ gaze softens and he pulls TK close, “You could never mess up anything. You’re going to be great baby, and if you don’t want to do this I have no problems fucking you into the mattress while you’re wearing these.”
Carlos punctures his sentence by grabbing TK’s ass roughly, pulling him into his space so TK can feel how hard he is. TK moans at the feeling of Carlos’ hard cock against him and rolls his hips.
“No, I want to do this. Just a little nervous.” TK says, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
“I’ll help you not be nervous,” Carlos says, pressing TK up against the wall and kissing him. The kiss is gentle at first but he quickly licks into TK’s mouth and deepens it.
TK wraps his arms around Carlos’ neck and presses close, moaning into the kiss until he’s breathless and most of the nerves are forgotten. When they break apart, Carlos takes TK’s hand again and pulls him the rest of the way to their bedroom.
“I want you to keep the dress shirt on but I want you to unbutton it so I can see you,” Carlos says, dropping TK’s hand and grabbing the chair they have in the corner of the room.
TK starts to unbutton the shirt and watches as Carlos drags the chair to the end of the bed.
“Panties off, but garters stay on,” Carlos says when he sees that TK’s completed his first task. “I want you to sit in the center of the headboard, pillows propping you up and spread out for me to see every bit of you.”
TK nods and does as he’s told. He settles onto the bed, panties still in hand, and gets comfortable. He grabs his and Carlos’ pillows, stacking them together behind him so that he’s propped up the way Carlos wants him to be. Then he spreads his legs so Carlos has a nice view of his cock and ass.
“You’re so pretty, TK,” Carlos moans as he sits down in the chair. For a few moments, there’s nothing but the two of them staring at each other.
TK watches as Carlos’ eyes move down his body, the attention making him hot and nervous. His cock twitches from where it’s laying heavily against his thigh and TK resists the urge to reach down and wrap a hand around himself because Carlos hasn’t said he can touch himself yet.
“You should see yourself, TK, spread out and waiting for me like a good boy.” Carlos murmurs and TK watches as Carlos takes his phone out. He holds it up, pauses, and looks at TK, when TK nods, Carlos takes a picture. “That’s for you to see later. How are you feeling?”
TK clears his throat and shifts, “I feel good. Nervous, but good.”
“There’s no reason to be nervous, baby, you’re going to feel so good. All you have to do is listen to me, can you do that, baby?”
TK nods, licking his lips, “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good, I want you to wrap your hand and panties around your cock.”
TK does as he’s asked, moaning softly at the feeling of the soft lace against such a sensitive part of his body. He resists the urge to start to stroke his cock because he does want to be good tonight and listen to Carlos. This wasn’t a night where he wants to be a brat and be punished - he wants to feel good and be good.
“Good boy,” Carlos murmurs. “Start to stroke yourself for me.”
TK licks his lips and starts to stroke himself. It’s an odd feeling to have the thin barrier of panties between his hand and his cock, but it’s not bad. He focuses on the soft slide of the lace against his cock, letting out a soft moan as he pushes the material over the head of his cock so he can feel what it’s like to have it rubbed there. He’s so sensitive at the slit that the material feels a little rough and TK loves it. His hips buck up without permission, sliding his cock through his hand with a little more force - sending a shiver down his spine.
He lets his eyes flutter closed for a moment, a memory tugging at the edge of his thoughts of a time he did something like this alone when he was younger. This time is much better because Carlos is telling him what to do and enjoying it.
“That’s good, baby, just like that,” Carlos says and TK can hear how turned on he is. It makes TK smile, knowing that Carlos does enjoy seeing him with panties. “How does it feel?”
It takes TK a few moments to answer.
“It feels good, different. The lace is, ah, fuck , it’s soft but a little rough on the head of my cock,” TK mumbles, opening his eyes so that he can look at Carlos. Carlos is looking at him with dark eyes, his hand palming his cock through his pants. It gives TK a boost of confidence.
“It’s almost as good as your hand,” TK says, smirking. “They wrap around my cock so nicely and feel so good as they slide up and down. Fuck, Carlos .”
TK pulls his legs further apart, rocking his hips a little to give Carlos more of a show. The look that Carlos gives him makes him feel so wanted that TK forgets about the anxiety he’s had most of the day. Carlos looks at him like he’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen on the planet. It makes TK feel like he’s not a freak for liking something like this, unlike past boyfriends.
“Fuck, TK. I want you to play with your balls with your other hand.” TK drops his hand between his legs, rolling his balls between his fingers. “Squeeze them like I would baby, just on the side of too hard. I know you like it when I’m rough with you.”
TK does, and it elicits a moan out of him and more precome soaks into his panties and makes them even messier. He strokes his cock faster, flicking his wrist the way that he knows Carlos would if he was the one with his hand wrapped around his cock. He squeezes the head of his cock and his balls at the same time and it makes the filthiest moan drop from his lips.
“You sound like you should be in a porno,” Carlos teases but TK can hear just how affected he is by what TK’s doing. “I want you to fingers yourself. Grab the lube and slick your fingers up.”
TK lets go of his cock for a moment so he can reach over to their bedside table, rummaging through until he finds the lube. He clicks open the bottle with a soft click and drizzles some on his fingers. He rubs them together to warm up the liquid before reaching down between his legs.
“I want you to continue to stroke yourself too,” Carlos says. “Tease your hole for me. Run the tip of your finger around your rim a few times before you push it inside of you.”
TK whimpers as he circles his hole with the tip of his finger. It’s not enough but he enjoys the teasing, knowing that it’s just a promise of more. He circles his finger a few more times, brushing it over his hole gently before pushing his finger inside of himself. He moans, hips bucking up to fuck his cock into his closed fists. He’s feeling so much that it’s almost overwhelming and he can’t figure out what he wants to focus on.
“Carlos, fuck , baby I-” TK cuts himself off with a moan.
“Do what feels good baby,” Carlos’ voice cuts through the cloud of pleasure that’s quickly filling TK’s brain. “Wanna see you make yourself feel good. Show me what you like, what I can do to you.”
TK nods and tries to answer but he’s sure that the only thing that comes out is choked-off syllables and noises. He pulls the panties tighter around his cock and starts to stroke his cock faster. He’s so close, can almost taste his orgasm. He pushes a second finger inside of himself and opens his eyes to look at Carlos.
The way Carlos is looking at him makes him feel feral. It’s such a primal look of lust, a look that TK’s not been on the receiving end of before. His eyes flick down and he sees that Carlos has his own cock out and he’s stroking himself too, hand flying over his cock as he watches TK pleasure himself.
When he looks back up, Carlos meets his eyes and the love and want that TK sees in his eyes sends him over the edge.
“ Carlos ,” he moans out, mouth dropping open as he fucks up into his hand. His cock jerks and he comes, making a complete mess of the panties that are still wrapped around his cock.
He drops his head back, letting go of his cock when it becomes too sensitive to touch. He gives himself a few moments before he leans up and reaches toward Carlos who’s still jerking himself off. TK can tell that he’s close by the little noises that he’s making.
“Come ‘ere,” TK pants between breaths. “Want you to come on me.”
Carlos scrambles up and makes his way onto the bed.
“Where do you want it baby?”
“Anywhere,” TK says as he reaches down to play with Carlos’ balls.
Carlos hovers over him and strokes his cock a few more times before he grunts, body jerking as he comes on TK’s cock and lower stomach, adding to the mess that TK’s made of himself.
“So hot,” TK mumbles, cupping Carlos’ neck and pulling him down for a heated kiss. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Carlos mumbles against his lips as he kisses him back.
“For all of this,” TK pulls back and looks at him. “I would have never felt good enough to do this if it wasn’t for you.”
Carlos smiles at him softly, “I’m glad that I can give this to you. You’re so beautiful and I want you to see that too.”
Carlos leans down and presses a soft kiss to his lips, “Come on, let's go get cleaned up so I can dirty you up some more.”
TK rolls his eyes playfully, “Hm, does that mean we can get dirty in the shower?”
“Always.”