>>Matthew
I was in the lounge, on call when I heard Clio come out of the bath. He noticed me immediately and I ended the call I was on and looked back at him.
His cheeks were slightly flushed and he looked confused. It looked like he wanted to say something but was embarrassed to say so. He kept his hands tightly on his clothes, clutching them for dear life.
I was a little annoyed when he threw hot water into my eyes but looking at him wearing my clothes that were too big on him made all of the anger dissipate.
"Um," He was grabbing onto the pants I gave him as if they were going to run away, "T-this,"
"Is something wrong?" I stared at him.
He looked at me, the slight flush on his cheeks was adorable and I couldn't stop staring, "The clothes are too big," He said.
"Hmm?" I could see that they were too big, but I wanted to play dumb, "They look fine to me, they're on you, aren't they?" I liked the way they looked on him.
He looked flustered, "Well," He gulped, "Um, this," I could see the gears in his brain turning, trying to figure out how to convey the message to me, "They don't fit."
I kept my eyes on him without a word which in turn baffled him more.
"I'm not lying," He puffed his chest, "Look," He let his pants go and they slid down.
!!!
My eyes grew slightly wider as I followed the pants sliding down in amusement. Wow, I loved the view, but before they reached his knees he pulled them back up, "They don't stay!" All the while I kept wondering that how self-conscious does one have to be to not want anyone to even accidentally see you naked but I can tell why now.
He's skinny and apparently curvy too. Very unusual for a man.
…
Is he really a male?
"Just take it off then," I replied and his eyes went wide in fear.
"What?"
"We're both men, does it matter if you're not wearing pants?" Considering how defensive he is with his body, it must matter to him a lot, but I want to test it out, "You're wearing the boxers right?"
He nodded, "I wore my own,"
"..." I averted my gaze. He wore his own? Come to think of it, I didn't give him any underwear. Damn it… I should have, "That's fine too." I replied, "Throw the pants away if they don't fit. Azef and I have similar sizes, so, even if I gave you his clothes the result would be the same." I looked at his waist, I couldn't get a good view of it since my shirt was baggy over him, but with the view I got in the bathroom, I knew his waist was slim.
A smirk appeared on my face.
Slim enough that my pants just slip down.
Ah~
If only he wasn't a man…
"Come," I patted on the seat beside me, "Sit, I ordered some food."
"In this weather?"
"It's on the street so they delivered.",
"Oh," He looked down at his pants for a moment, then let his hands go, letting them drop all the way to the floor.
I heard my wolf howl in my head at the view. Clio adjusted the big shirt on him, tugging it down, trying to cover his thighs while the shirt slipped down his shoulder, exposing his slender body.
I took a deep breath at that. Seeing his bare legs reminded me of when I saw them at his house.
I clenched my fists. It was appealing then as well but this, this was something else. It was like getting a shot of dopamine. Seeing him in my clothes that were falling off of him required a special kind of self-control and I feared that I might just not make it.