James eyes some black lace underwear by the display and growls softly, tracing every curve in your body with his fingertips. “Why don’t you try that one on, love?” He whispers.
Erik steps into your dressing room, as you show him the bra that you thought fit best. His lips curl into a smile as he takes you into his arms. “You might need some help taking that off, princess.”
Sam tugs at your shirt as you lead him into the store. “Doofus, you don’t need more underwear. Especially when it’s all gonna end up on our floor the moment we get home.”
Matthew blushes furiously as you show him the bright red thong you were planning to buy. “Hey, um. Why don’t you put that on tonight…y’know if you feel like it.” He says softly, flashing you a smile.
Damien is speechless as you model your new camisole in the dressing rooms. “You look beautiful.” He says, his hand clasping yours.
James: Are the terms “exit” and “enter” really necessary or valid? When you exit, you always enter somewhere new, a new place to discover and explore, exiting is only entering to another space full of opportunity. The same can be said about entering, when you-
MC: It’s 4 AM go the fUCK TO SLEEP
Damien screeches as Matthew belly flops on him. Sam’s close behind.
“EAT SHIT LOSER WE LOVE YOU!!” He pile-drives Matthew and Damien all at once. They’re both probably dead.
James and Erik calmly walk in on the groaning pile of pain. They exchange knowing, amused glances before both helping their three rambunctious brothers to their feet.
“Let’s try this properly, perhaps?” Erik hums.
“Once more, for our dear brother,” James smiles.
They all surround Damien and his blankets with warm loving hugs. Damien looks like he could die happy. “This is pretty gay, guys.”
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