He almost lost his balance as he slipped his legs through the appropriate holes, pulling the panties up until they mostly covered his junk. Surprisingly, they fit pretty well. Even more surprisingly, they weren’t exactly uncomfortable. Micah would even describe the brush of satiny fabric against his cock as erotic.

Micah grabbed the iPhone he’d been using to communicate with Damon and mindlessly took a picture. He wasn’t stupid enough to include his face in the shot, so it only showcased him from the neck to just below his knees.

In the picture, Micah’s chest was splotchy with arousal, but it was the underwear that stole the show. The fabric stretched across the outline of his cock, a little spot of dampness towards the top where precum must have stained the fabric.

If one looked closely, they could see a little hint of his cock head peeking out.

Looking at the picture, Micah couldn’t help but wonder if this was what Damon imagined when he got off.

Fuck.

The thought of Damon masturbating to Micah was too hot to handle, and dropping the phone back onto the bed, Micah returned his attention to his dick. One leg hoisted up on the mattress, Micah used his unoccupied hand to shove the frilly fabric to the side so he could roll his balls between his fingers, then reached back further still until his fingers were brushing up against the pucker of his entrance.

Micah closed his eyes, imagining it was Damon’s hands touching him like this, worshipping his body and whispering dirty things in his ear, telling him what a “good boy” he was, and how “pretty” he looked for him like this, satin fabric twisted around his thighs, as he worked himself to orgasm.

Micah set a punishing pace, yanking on his cock as he toyed with himself. He pushed against his hole, breaching the hot channel with little more than a fingertip, but it was enough. Micah’s stomach clenched, and he half-grunted/half-whined as he came, spurting against his stomach as stars exploded against the black of his eyelids.

Jesus.

Heaving, Micah allowed himself to collapse backward onto his new bed, careful not to get his spunk on the sheets, even in his delirium.

Maybe it was the post-orgasm bliss, or maybe he really was just a complete dumbass, but for some reason, when Micah picked up the iPhone and saw the picture of himself in panties again, some part of his hindbrain decided it would be a good idea to share the photo with Damon.

Still dazed from his release, and working mostly on autopilot, Micah sent the picture to the man.

He’d even included a cheeky caption: Panties like these?

It wasn’t until Micah’s breathing had slowed, and the post-orgasm high had worn off, that Micah really comprehended what he’d done.

He tensed all over. Then sat up, ramrod straight.

What the fuck? Why?!