Burr says good boy and Jefferson looks at him in a different kind of shock, his hand pausing -- there's no reason he should like it, given that Burr is younger and not the one paying, but Jefferson isn't at all averse to the idea of Burr taking him in hand.
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"He gave us--" Jefferson is scandalized. He can only hope that Mulligan wasn't intending they did that, not on one of his tables.
"Don't look at the -- hips." Stops himself from saying what he was really looking at.
Jefferson steps up to him, and turns him to face the mirror. "Look at the length, and the proportions of the legs. These are pleated, which means they rest a little higher on the waist, and are looser in the leg. It's very classic. The other is flat front -- try it."
When Burr has those on, Jefferson slips in behind him, hands on Burr's waist, sliding to his hips. His touch is soft, and would be easy to shrug off -- if Burr made any sign of disliking it, Jefferson would retreat immediately. But as long as he doesn't, Jefferson lets himself grow bold. He may be spent, but the focus on Burr's body has him attending closely.
"These are slimmer," he says. "A bit more tapered. Lower on the hips," and one hand wanders around to palm Burr's ass. "They're too long for you -- they shouldn't actually touch any shoes you're wearing, but come a bit short." It's clear to him that Burr doesn't know, isn't aware of how a suit should fit, so he's providing a bit of education.
A knock on the door, and Mulligan enters. "Have any thoughts about the cut of the trousers?" he asks -- "aw, young love," and Jefferson pulls back from Burr, flushing again.
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"He gave us--" Jefferson is scandalized. He can only hope that Mulligan wasn't intending they did that, not on one of his tables.
"Don't look at the -- hips." Stops himself from saying what he was really looking at.
Jefferson steps up to him, and turns him to face the mirror. "Look at the length, and the proportions of the legs. These are pleated, which means they rest a little higher on the waist, and are looser in the leg. It's very classic. The other is flat front -- try it."
When Burr has those on, Jefferson slips in behind him, hands on Burr's waist, sliding to his hips. His touch is soft, and would be easy to shrug off -- if Burr made any sign of disliking it, Jefferson would retreat immediately. But as long as he doesn't, Jefferson lets himself grow bold. He may be spent, but the focus on Burr's body has him attending closely.
"These are slimmer," he says. "A bit more tapered. Lower on the hips," and one hand wanders around to palm Burr's ass. "They're too long for you -- they shouldn't actually touch any shoes you're wearing, but come a bit short." It's clear to him that Burr doesn't know, isn't aware of how a suit should fit, so he's providing a bit of education.
A knock on the door, and Mulligan enters. "Have any thoughts about the cut of the trousers?" he asks -- "aw, young love," and Jefferson pulls back from Burr, flushing again.