Your orc boyfriend has very little shame.
"Oh. Hey?" He greets you as you enter his room at the tattoo parlor, clearly happy to see you despite being surprised that you're here. The receptionist kindly let you in when you told her the situation.
"Hello." You greet him sweetly as he presses a kiss to your forehead, then firmly add; "Pants off."
Normally you wouldn't just march into your boyfriend's workplace and make such a demand, but these are dire circumstances.
"You didn't have to come by just because-" He sighs as he begins to unbuckle his belt. "I didn't expect you to take it as a literal SOS."
"You told me about a wardrobe malfunction and expected me not to appear to fix it?" You smirk, holding your hand out ready. "I was already out running errands, so… I might as well come to your aid in your hour of need."
"And you just… carry a sewing kit around?" He teases, using one foot to step out of his left boot, and then the right.
"You never know when you'll need it, after all." You hum a little laugh. "It seems I was proven right today."
"I was just about to turn one of the aprons around until I could get home." He chuckles as he manages to step out of his pants.
"That just won't do. Will only take but a minute, it's just two sleeves." You tut, and hold up the pants to assess the damage.
There is quite the massive hole torn in the inner thigh where the inseam blew out. It's ripped along the seam, at least, so a simple fix.
"Oh my," You say, somewhere between astonishment and reverence. You take a seat on the tattoo bench and get to work. "How'd you do this?"
"Knocked over my whole kit. Squatted down to pick it all up to disinfect, and- you see the results." Then he barks a laugh to add; "Luckily the client had already left, so they didn't get an eyeful."
"Might've had to give them a discount." You deftly pull the thread through a first stitch, then another.
"Discount? Hah! That would've cost extra." He smirks mischievously. "No one gets cheeks for free."
You pointedly raise your eyebrows at that claim.
"Well, y'know. Present company excluded."
It's hard to focus on mending efficiently when the orc is just, casually leaning against a nearby counter in his boxers, like he's not pantless at his workplace and flaunting the green skin of his incredibly toned thighs.
"…How long until your next appointment?"
You glance up just in time to see the smug grin pull tight around his tusks.
"Not long enough for whatever you're thinking about."
You shake your head and focus on your task, and in only a few minutes you've completed the repair.
"There you are." You tug at the stitching to test it one last time, then hold the newly repaired trousers out to him.
"Great. Damn, you're amazing!" He inspects your work in awe. "They look good as new."
"You should really let me tailor your clothes for you." This is the third garment he's shredded with the sheer girth of his muscle mass in the short time you've been dating, and you're beginning to notice a pattern…
"Not that I wouldn't like that but," He says, stepping back into his trousers. "That just seems like a lot of work to ask you to do."
"I would be happy to do it. Besides, you have far too much of a remarkable figure to be wearing things off the rack."
A dark ruddy hue creeps onto his cheeks and the tips of his ears, the hue of blood muddled from the green hue of his skin.
It's quite the satisfying sight, given how hard the man is to embarrass.
"If that's the case- who am I to deny you?"
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