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[crossmyheartandhope]

[He rocks into her touch - whimpers a little, when she removes it as abruptly as she'd granted it. It takes him a second, to try and put words together to reply]

I... I mean.

It kinda... rubs, when I move?

[His cheeks are burning,]

So... so maybe something for underneath's better.

[unbr8kable]

So you wanna make sure it don't? Or you just don't want it to be your biggest distraction?

[Digs her phone out of her pants pocket--takes a quick photo before typing a few things in]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Flushes scarlet at the click of her phone and at the question, ducking his head]

I mean... it can rub some? But, like... I dunno how good I'm gonna hold up, y'know?

[unbr8kable]

[Hums more, clicking something on her phone before tucking it away. It's only a few moments later that there's a knock on the dressing room door]

Think it's for you.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He visibly starts at the sound of the knock; the flush has spread to his ears, by now]

[He looks from her to the door, and then back again]

Did you like just order...?

[unbr8kable]

[Gestures, waiting]

Door's not gonna open itself.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He bites down on his lip - glances from her to the door and then back again, and then nods]

[Now that he's mentioned it, it's obvious the way his breathing hitches with every step he takes, visibly affected by soft rustling of the fabric]

[He reaches the door - hesitates a beat, and then reaches to open it]

[unbr8kable]

[There's a neat package waiting, loosely wrapped in just enough tissue paper for the illusion of propriety. Even so, it easily falls away, revealing a simple, skimpy undergarment not very unlike this. It's open in the back save for a thin strip to separate each cheek, while the front has a complicated web of leather straps and gold-toned buckles to literally put any distractions under lock and key.

From her place in the corner, Xia does a remarkably poor job of not obviously watching for his reaction]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[If it's a reaction she's looking for, she definitely gets one. His mouth comes open and his eyes go wide; his cheeks, somehow, manage to get even darker]

[And he can't entirely manage to suppress the way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, perhaps for that slow drag of fabric,]

[His hands are definitely not entirely steady as he reaches out to pick it up]

[unbr8kable]

[She gets a picture of this too, for science]

Since you seemed so concerned about going commando. How 'bout you try it on?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He ducks his head, at the picture; the flush has crept down to his chest, by now, and his eyes dart from the undergarment to her face and then back again]

H-how's, uh. How's it...?

[But apparently he can guess, because he's reaching for the key - bites down on his lip and shifts again, not quite able to suppress the shiver at the feel of the petticoats brushing against him]

[Probably getting the lock undone would have been faster if his hands were steadier, but he manages eventually - undoes the strap and opens up the front]

So I just, like...?

[unbr8kable]

[Watches him eagerly, from the way he works at the chastity belt to the way he shudders against the ruffles as if that's what they were put there to do. She licks her lips, voice bright]

I mean. It didn't come with directions, but I'd think you just put it on like any other underwear.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...right.

[He turns it over in his hands, shifting back again - doesn't suppress another shudder, at the slow drag of the fabric]

R-right.

I guess, uh. Here goes?

[Face dark and eyes firmly averted, he steps first one leg into it and then the other - works it up his legs. His cheeks grow darker still when he feels how little it covers in the back - another shade beyond that, when he feels the way it constricts in the front]

[He can't quite suppress a small sound, when the leather makes first contact with him - can't help but suck in a breath and rock into the touch, as he takes himself in hand to try and figure out how to fit himself into cage,]

[unbr8kable]

Hmm.

[She remembers--barely--to get a shot of this for later too, but mostly watches the dark lines of the leather against the pale sea of freckles. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips again, and she chances a step forward]

...Need some help with that?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He ducks his head, all too aware of her taking pictures - flushes darker, biting down at his lip]

[Below, his cock bobs tellingly in response to the suggestion, a drop of clear fluid gathered at the tip]

If, uh. If that's cool...?

[unbr8kable]

[Grins, eyes bright]

Yeah. I can help you out.

[She walks up and reaches out, wrapping her fingers around his cock--gives him a few firm strokes. Then she presses down at the root, as if she can hold him in place]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He groans, lips parting and eyes fluttering closed, hips rocking restless into her touch]

Jesus. Xia...

[Holding his cock in place isn't actually very difficult; getting him to quit squirming while her hand is still on him, on the other hand, seems like it might be more of a challenge,]

[unbr8kable]

Yes?

[She doesn't seem to have any issues with the squirming, previous punishment notwithstanding; her challenge is more pressing his dick down and attempting to keep it down, to fit in the belt]

[crossmyheartandhope]

G-god - that's -

[It's a very tight fit, considering how hard he is, but she can probably manage with a little effort and maneuvering]

[unbr8kable]

[She tries it a couple times, though seems to have trouble with the timing between pulling her hand away and packing him into the cage--enough trouble that he might suspect it to be intentional, especially as her fingers add an extra brush over the base of his dick. But if he can stand a little manhandling, she eventually is able to flatten him in enough to latch the belt.

She swallows, throat dry--drags her gaze up his body to gauge his reaction, for as pleased as she is with her handiwork]

How's the fit?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The manhandling certainly doesn't do anything to help calm him down; his breath catches in his throat each time she applies pressure, and his hips rock forward, hopeful, into the teasing brush of her fingers]

[When it's finally in place, he bites down on his lip - shifts, and reaches to run a finger along the waistband of the belt, as though to test the strength of it. His cheeks are flushed; he can't quite seem to meet her gaze, but it's evident enough that his pupils are blown with arousal. Through the gaps in the overlapping leather straps, it's plain to see that a drop of that clear fluid has come clear of the tip to make a slick path down the length of him]

It ain't - bad.

Can kinda... feel it, though.

[unbr8kable]

Well, what do you expect, with you like this?

[She taps at that bead, rubbing carefully up the length of his cock, the sensation disappearing as her finger skims over flesh then leather over again]

Y'know, they make some that're firm, so you can't get hard at all. Wondered if you woulda like one of those, too... Too little, too late for you this time, though.

[She strokes up his length again, or at least what contact comes through the belt]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He whimpers, softly, at the slow path of her finger, teasing pressure and then nothing, and then teasing pressure again. When she starts to stroke, his breath leaves him all in a rush; his hips judder forward, decidedly needy, as though they haven't gotten the memo about what a chastity belt is supposed to be for, and a new trail of moisture trickles down to join the first]

[When he speaks, his voice is more than a little breathless]

Pretty sure... pretty sure it wouldn't've fit right now, anwyay.

[unbr8kable]

What a braggart.

[She gives another nudge to the well-filled cage--leans in to kiss at his ear before leaning back]

...Ready to go, then?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I'm just saying, like - if it ain't supposed to let you, like. You know -

[He cuts off with a shaky inhale as she nudges the cage - shifts a little, when she kisses his ear]

...yeah. Yeah, I -

Think I'm about as ready as I'm gonna get.