[Of course he's allowing it, Komaeda would argue, when he made a promise to do whatever Atem asked. What he hadn't anticipated (to his own folly) was the fact that Atem could be a huge pervert. There was really no way to truly know such a thing, given the summation of all of their prior exchanges—but, as that hand presses against his chest, the weight and authority of it feels familiar in a way that isn't exactly disliked.
Again, Komaeda feels a bluish hue rise to his scales, dusting his shoulders and neck before reaching his cheeks. To be asked to wear a lacy garment under such modest clothing... it's somehow more embarrassing than wearing a full outfit of lingerie out in the open.]
You're kind of dirty, aren't you, Atem-kun? [Komaeda's voice is small as he shoves the pile of clothing from his arms into the other's. It's also a means to put some distance between them when he plucks the panties back up from the top of the pile.] I mean... to ask me to wear this under all those layers that cover me up, it's like you enjoy thinking about the secret of what's underneath.
[Komaeda holds the lacy scrap of cloth between them, turning it this way and that in his hand, as his brows furrow. He had said he was willing to wear women's underwear before, but to actually do it? This is his first time, ever.
Still, he won't back down and he won't break his promise.
He bends forward to balance himself as he lifts one leg after the other, feeding them through the holes of the flimsy panties. It takes him a moment, definitely longer than it would a person with two hands, to pull it all the way up over his bony hips—and a moment longer after that to fix any rolled up bits of it that might've occurred while putting it on.
And then he stands before Atem, wearing nothing but a pair of black lacy panties, and the flushed shame of a guy who's definitely enjoying this for all the worst reasons.]
cw: its not truly nsfw but there is some masochism and D/s happening here if you squint
Again, Komaeda feels a bluish hue rise to his scales, dusting his shoulders and neck before reaching his cheeks. To be asked to wear a lacy garment under such modest clothing... it's somehow more embarrassing than wearing a full outfit of lingerie out in the open.]
You're kind of dirty, aren't you, Atem-kun? [Komaeda's voice is small as he shoves the pile of clothing from his arms into the other's. It's also a means to put some distance between them when he plucks the panties back up from the top of the pile.] I mean... to ask me to wear this under all those layers that cover me up, it's like you enjoy thinking about the secret of what's underneath.
[Komaeda holds the lacy scrap of cloth between them, turning it this way and that in his hand, as his brows furrow. He had said he was willing to wear women's underwear before, but to actually do it? This is his first time, ever.
Still, he won't back down and he won't break his promise.
He bends forward to balance himself as he lifts one leg after the other, feeding them through the holes of the flimsy panties. It takes him a moment, definitely longer than it would a person with two hands, to pull it all the way up over his bony hips—and a moment longer after that to fix any rolled up bits of it that might've occurred while putting it on.
And then he stands before Atem, wearing nothing but a pair of black lacy panties, and the flushed shame of a guy who's definitely enjoying this for all the worst reasons.]
H..How does it look...?