I need some sassy hux in my life. A prompt if u feel like: "do you always wear those under your clothes?" Hehehe
The question came out before he could think the better of it, and then Ben was blushing hard. But Armitage gazed at him implacably from beneath lowered golden lashes, drew one hand gracefully to his hip, and asked, “To what, exactly, are you referring?”
Ben hadn’t thought it possible for his face to get any hotter. “Those,” he forced out, gesturing vaguely at Armitage’s legs.
“The shirt stays?” Armitage asked, bending at the waist just enough to trail the fingers of his free hand over the tight band around one thigh and the suspenders that connected it to his dress shirt. “The garters?” he continued, shifting his light touch to the strap that descended toward his knee. “Perhaps the stockings?” He pinched his lips in a way that looked half thoughtful and half like a goddamn pout, then slid his fingertips lower, gliding them across the sheer black fabric that ended just above his smooth, white inner thigh.
If Ben hadn’t already been sitting he would have fallen back into his chair. He knew he was supposed to say something, but he couldn’t remember what the question was.
“Whichever one it is,” Armitage said breezily, straightening again, “the answer is yes.”
At this Ben vaulted out of the chair and crossed the space between them in one stride. “Yes?” he asked, hands twitching at his sides, ready to work buttons open, to slip beneath straps and find skin.
Armitage laughed, tracing a pointed finger down Ben’s chest. “Yes, I always wear all of this under my clothes.”
“Oh,” Ben said, because he’d forgotten that question too. Then, “Fuck,” because he didn’t know how he was supposed to sit quietly at his desk crunching numbers all day knowing what lay hidden beneath the boss’ perfectly tailored suit.