will not knowing how to function bc mack got a custom teal lingerie set that has his number stitched on the back of the panties. hes drooling as he watches mack prance around the bedroom with a 2 over each ass cheek
mack has always been insecure about feeling pretty. his arms were too big, he was too tall, too big. but will and him had been working on his confidence in the bedroom, helping him feel more comfortable with feeling beautiful. the way will as always tried to tell him he is. will was good at it, fucking him into believing the words he was saying, and mack was so thankful. so he had to take the next step. and he just happened to hear, not eavesdrop, just hear the wags talking about a custom online lingerie brand which made high quality, comfortable pieces.
secretly ordering it was easy, designing it was a bit harder. it was made for women, so he had to guess at some things. he did not have boobs, but he searched how to measure bra size and he could make an estimate using his pecs. some parts were easy. the colour, for example. but customising the design was harder, even going down to the stitching.
it arrived at mack's when they were on a roadie, and he was glad the company promised inconspicuous packaging as tabea messaged him that he had a delivery. rushing back home afterwards, despite being home alone in his guest house, he slammed the bathroom door shut and opened it up.
the teal perfectly matched the sharks, he had purposely used the colour code the sharks had provided. it felt soft as he grazed his fingers against the material. a solid stripe of teal weaved around where his breast would be, the cups poking out slightly, a soft pattern of peacock feathers outlining the cups. the middle sheer with a floral pattern running down the sides. holding up to himself, the pattern stopped at his waist, a skirt dropping down, barely covering his crotch, see-through dots which would show all, ended with short tassels. at the bottom.
he gulped as he closed his eyes, picturing himself in the outfit. he shook his head violently, dropping the garment onto the floor. peeking back into the box, he turned red at the sight of teal panties, which he knew would sit snug against his cock, turning them over he realised it was a thong, the small string mocking him. matching stockings sat at the bottom of the box, clips provided to snap the whole piece together into one.
his phone buzzed on the counter. will providing an eta. fuck, he forgot to tell him not to come. looking back down at the scrunched up ball of teal on the ground. will thought he was pretty, that mack was always pretty even if he didn't try. squatting down he picked up the lingerie. feeling the delicate material between his fingers, he sighed, holding it back up to himself, looking into the mirror.
so that is how he ended up staring into the eyes of a man in lingerie in his mirror. he squirmed under his own gaze, trying to hide his dick back into the small panties. it fit right. his pecs filling up the top, his waist snatched, the stockings reaching up to his thighs. turning around, he noticed the skirt was too small, not covering the bottom of his ass cheeks as they poked out. he dropped his head into his hands as embarrassment overwhelmed him.
"mack, i'm here, you want to order in now or during the movie?" will called out as he entered the house, mack's hands beginning to shake as he heard his steps in the living room. "mack, where you at?"
"i-in here," he choked out.
"want me to get set up?" he asked through the door.
mack looked down at his trembling legs, his body wrapped in delicate material. "no, c-can you go sit on the couch for me? and wait?"
"will, please," he whined.
"okay, okay baby, i'll go wait." ass he heard him walk away, he cracked open the door and slowly walked down the hallway."
"you can't laugh," he said as he teetered on the edge of the living room.
"i won't laugh, baby, what is it?" taking a deep breath, he gulped as he akwardly rounded the corner, his hands trying to pull down the skirt in the back. "holy fuck." will's mouth fell open, eyes widening impossibly wide.
"i-i wanted to l-look good for you," mack whispered, eyes downcast.
"then you achieved that times infinity, mackie," will gaped. "come here, let me see closer," will beckoned him over, holding his hand out, mack moving over on his shaky legs, not very sexy he thought. "holy shit mack, i am hard as a rock right now, at just the sight of you."
his hands trailed down his waist, his eyes drawn to the intricate pattern, eyes drawn to the stitching as he moved his face closer to see. feeling over the bumps as he saw the familiar number 2 trailing down. "mack."
he gulped. "wanted you to know wh-who it belonged to," he whispers.
"fuck." will roughly grabbed his app, hands gripping his cheeks as he moaned in surprise. "and who do you belong to, beautiful?"
