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A dark red V-neck cocktail dress with thin spaghetti straps.  Attire as simple as it was iconic. High fashion, as far as Brief was concerned.

“My usual fit goes way harder,” Polyester grumbled. “More practical, too. There's like, no elasticity, and it keeps creasing and crinkling. What is this shit even made of?”

“I-it's silk satin chiffon—” Brief started to answer automatically.

“And the design is cheeks! The zipper on this thing is way too hard to get to on my own! It’s high-key annoying!”

On the contrary, that part actually sounded like a plus to Brief, who was currently working on getting said zipper closed for Polyester. One hand braced itself against Polyester’s shoulder, the other clutched the zipper with all his strength. Brief could feel his hand tremble where it rested against Polyester’s shoulder. The only reason he didn’t feel the other one shake was all the effort he poured into keeping it steady, because he was absolutely dead if he ripped Panty’s dress. Though Brief sorta liked the mental image of Polyester wearing a torn dress the same way he briefly donned a tattered bodysuit when he ripped it off of himself with his bare hands during his transformation sequence…

Brief shook his head. He needed to focus on the clothes in front of him.

Brief’s stomach tightened with excitement as his eyes drank in every detail of Polyester’s body as he pulled the zipper up along the length of his spine, over the swath of smooth skin. Polyester’s shoulders were broad. His whole back was broad. Brief’s pulse raced fervently as his knuckles brushed over those rippling muscles as he went up. His gaze was fixed forward. His breathing was labored and heavy. His knuckles were white with tension.

“Bruh, you good?” Polyester glanced back at him with a teasing smile. “Gonna faint on me?” Polyester just barely remembered to keep out the word “again” from that sentence, since as far as he knew, Brief was still unaware of that time they’d snuck into this church before.

The smile and playful taunt settled the butterflies clattering painfully in Brief’s chest. “Y-yeah! I mean—no! I mean—uh, no worries! I’m good! Not gonna faint! I-I can do this! Easy-peasy!”

“Pfft! ‘Easy-peasy,’” Polyester echoed, rolling his eyes and laughing, half cringing, half endeared. “Unc, seriously, how are you, like, this old-school?”

“Aha… Guess it just… comes with the territory as a geek?” Brief said diffidently. “I know you said you thought I was one of the hot people based on my music taste, but I’m not exactly trendy or cool. Sorry to disappoint you.”

Polyester hummed, pensive. “Hey, don’t put words in my mouth, I didn’t say all that. You’re still a baddie. But it is giving dork. Like, you totally send me.” He reached a hand up to the hand that Brief still had braced against his shoulder in a clammy, trembling grasp. “But you know I kinda fuck with that.”

Absent-mindedly, Polyester reached up, his hand brushing against Brief’s. It was a tentative touch, fingers barely grazing the other’s skin. The sensation made him pause, a jolt of the human’s warmth running through him. Brief’s hand was smaller than Polyester’s, easily weaker, but there was a subtle firmness beneath the human’s skin, an anchoring warmth. Polyester didn’t usually notice it much when he was wearing his gloves.

Brief’s fingers twitched and recoiled away from the touch in a jolt of surprise, which gave Polyester an opening to nudge his fingers through the gaps between Brief's, interlocking them together.

Brief let out a barely audible breath, a tiny shiver running along his arm at the contact. Polyester’s fingers curled around. Brief felt the smooth skin beneath his fingers, the subtle warmth, and the faint pressure as Polyester adjusted, sliding his hand slightly to fit better.

They stood like that for a bit, fingers entwined. In that clasp, the world narrowed to the pulse of hands, the press of fingers, the soft, grounding intimacy of holding hands.

Brief’s hand felt rougher in contrast, the calluses of human’s limited healing ability meeting Polyester’s baby-soft, moisturized hands. Brief’s hand was rough, but not unpleasant. The warmth and weight of Brief’s hand felt oddly nice to Polyester, while the gentle feeling of Polyester’s hand pressed against Brief’s, loosening the tension ever-so-slightly. Polyester’s thumb brushed along the back of Brief’s hand, curious, careful, learning the subtle lines.

“Your energy’s not awful,” Polyester said with a pensive, quiet fondness. “It’s lowkey a vibe.”

“O-oh? Really? Um… You’re a vibe too?” Brief tried, earning another snort of laughter from Polyester at the attempt at sounding hip.

“Oh my god, you are so old-school.”

Once the zipper would go no further, Brief pulled his hands away quickly, like he felt like he'd be burned if he held on any longer, hastily disentangling their fingers and scrambling backwards in a nervous shuffle. “O-Okay, you're all zipped up, b-bestie! All done!”

Brief was so hasty as he backed away that he tripped on some trash and landed in a pile of dirty clothes they’d shuffled off to the side.

Polyester laughed as he turned to face him. “Thanks again, Brief! ‘Preciate it! You’re a gem.”

“N-n-no problem! What are friends for, right?” Brief’s heart raced as Polyester adjusted the bottom part of the dress. The perspective on it from the ground was especially nerve-wracking, so Brief hurriedly pulled himself back to his feet.

“Type shit!” Polyester agreed. Polyester took a moment to look at himself in the mirror, watching the ends of the cocktail dress flutter about. The material sat loosely on his radiant skin. Out of a sense of curiosity, he turned around to get a look at the back of the outfit. The dress was long enough to stream past Polyester’s ass, but it didn’t go that much farther than that. It already counted as a mini-dress on Panty, but Polyester was larger than his older cousin. Taller. Bulkier. Still really curvy and beautiful, though. That part ran in the family.

Brief took a steadying breath and exhaled slowly. “It—It looks really good on you, Polyester! Really, really good!”

“Duh! Everything looks good on me! I’m a whole meal!”

Brief let his gaze shamelessly travel up and down his friend’s body, taking in every single one of his curves, his muscles and every stretch of the fabric over him. The sculpted proportions of his body were always on display with the skintight white bodysuit Polyester usually wore, but there was something exhilarating about seeing that same body framed like this.

Panty’s cocktail dress was designed to be more form fitting than most, with a hourglass corset silhouette at the torso, but floaty layers of red billowing around the skirt. Due to his large size and musculature, the fabric was clinging to his skin especially snugly. It was held up by thin spaghetti straps, exposing the smooth skin of his shoulders and the muscles of his arms.

The low-cut v-neck top was meant to hug against the curve of breasts, but Polyester’s pecs were so voluptuous that they filled it out perfectly, practically spilling out of the cups. The skirt was already shorter than knee length by design, but Polyester’s long limbs left it to stop even higher along his upper leg, where the dress rode up his big, meaty thighs.

“My threads slay way harder. Pantiel has negative aura. Her aesthetic's so mid. Just like everything else about my cousins is mid,” Polyester whined, crossing his arms over his pectoral muscles that were being pushed into a facsimile of cleavage due to the tightness of the dress.

It made Brief sad how much the angel cousins were always at odds with each other. They were family, and more than that, they were both his friends, and it felt weird that the friends of his friends were each other’s sworn enemies. Usually, Brief would try to interject in response to a slight against Panty like that.

But Brief couldn’t interject. He couldn’t even bring himself to form any words. He was still stuck in the moment of watching Polyester lean in, giving him just the slightest inadvertent tease of the cleavage being pushed together between his folded arms and the view down his dress at the same time that he jutted his pretty, glossed lips out in a pout. He was oddly provocative.

“Brief?” Polyester asked, reaching out to touch his arm. “You good?”

All the blood rushed to the geek’s face at once; the shaky nod he offered wasn’t the least bit convincing. It made Polyester crack a smile and drop the question though, which was more than good enough.

“Good. Y-yeah, I’m good. I mean—not as good as you, obviously, but! G-good.”

Brief scrolled his line of vision up and down Polyester’s body. For the umpteenth time he found himself thinking, he looked good.

His body was beyond fit, and it filled out the dress attractively. Polyester’s ass was already impressive, but the red cloth cupped it in a way that accentuated its curve even more. His pecs looked good, the window of the dress pressing into it, his chest practically bulging out of the garment.

The red fabric of the dress hugged Polyester’s torso like a fitted glove— it fell a little more loosely and free-flowing on Panty, but it stretched taut over Polyester’s chest muscles, highlighting his pecs.

The way the body of the dress slanted in around the torso made Polyester’s slim waist look even more dramatically proportioned compared to his broad shoulders. It made his hips look sharper, limbs longer. He truly was a vision, wrapped up in the prettiest package. His thick thighs and broad shoulders and firm pecs in a little red dress. The evident display of strength was a lovely contrast to the softness of Panty’s gown.

Brief kept reminding himself that it was rude to stare, and especially rude to leer at his friend like this. But how was he supposed to look away?

The skirt swayed with every step Polyester took as he paced around, very careful of where he stepped. He was extremely conscious of everything on the floor around them, only placing his steps where he could see the floor and not on any strange gadgets or strewn litter. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, just walking around a bit, but it was mesmerizing, in a way that only Polyester could pull off.

“I guess one good thing about it is how easy it is to pull your weapon out from under this fit. Gotta stay strapped.”

He held either side of his skirt and drew it upwards. Brief found his gaze drifting downward.

Polyester bent forward and slipped his hands up under the flounce of his skirt, tracing his fingers along to the highest points of the seams of his underwear. The fabric of Polyester’s dress bunched up, exposing even more of his muscular thighs. That pose in particular tensed so many of Polyester’s muscles beautifully. Polyester stroked the back of his fingers into the dip before the muscle that mantled the bone of his hip. He dragged the hem a little higher, and Brief was rewarded by the sight of his very shiny, very golden speedos. He gestured like he was about to remove them, but ultimately didn’t bother with it, not feeling like summoning his weapon over nothing. He wasn’t the type to waste his effort like that.

Polyester hardly seemed entirely aware of how the careless strip tease lit Brief’s blood on fire. “Y-you definitely wear it well. The way your muscles fill out a dress is… r-really… uh, cool.”

“Periodt!” Polyester practically purred with pride at the awe Brief was directing towards him. He struck a typical pose, a practiced cool one like the many he cycled through whether they were on the battlefield or just hanging out on an off day. Brief’s smile softened, a comfortable kind of fondness mixing with the nervous jitters, because Polyester had a way of being both insanely sexy and delightfully goofy somehow. The smugness that radiated off of him was another fun thing about hanging out.

Brief’s eyes roved the angel’s body one final time, top to bottom, covetous, before resting on his face.

“Way better than I do,” Brief added in a bit of reflexive self-deprecation that came so naturally to him that he hardly even noticed it himself. “That’s for sure.”

Brief took a look at himself in his own version of Panty’s signature dress.

The skirt looked so lovely and sexy on Panty and on Polyester, but it just looked too short on Brief. Brief wasn’t even used to his arms being out in the open, with that baggy Ghostbuster-styled jumpsuit he always wore. Let alone his legs. He quite liked not having his legs exposed to the world, actually, and having to pull the skirt down so much was very annoying. The frills didn’t suit him at all. He always thought he looked very unfitting in elegant things like this. Things like you might see at a party hosted by Brief’s father. The sort of fancy parties for beautiful, high-class people that Brief always felt out-of-place at.

Polyester’s grin dropped and he groaned. “Bruh, are you for real?”

Polyester motioned Brief closer. With flushed cheeks, Brief listened to his beck and call, letting Polyester get a closer look at the dress that covered little to nothing on him.

Polyester took in the sight of Brief in his little cherry-red dress.

It suited Brief well, from Polyester’s point of view. The dress was draped over him, hanging and showing off its soft fabric and showing off more of Brief’s bare body, skin glistening with sweat, blush spread all over, freckles on every inch, even on the slender legs. The dress stretched just a bit around his chest, but pooled around his belly.

The cut of the dress wasn’t exactly demure, but on Brief it looked oddly sweet. Cute even.

The hem of the dress barely fell to the mid of Brief’s thighs. Polyester’s hands itched to trace the shadows that it draws over the exposed creamy skin. He let his eyes trail up from it to find Brief’s wide eyes and the pretty red color spread over the bridge of his nose. 

“That’s wild. You literally look like a total snack in that,” Polyester complimented.

Brief blinked. “Um, a snack?”

“Oh, right, terminally old-school. Oop. It’s like… You know, a snack? As in, you look cute and delicious.”

“D-d-d-delicious?!”

A mischievous smirk spread on Polyester’s face. “It’s still not clocking for you, huh? I’ll say it again for the people in the back row. You look hot. You look like a tasty treat. You’re a snack.”

Brief clearly comprehended at this point, but Polyester kept going, just to see the blush spreading over more of Brief’s ears and chest.

Brief’s hands, hanging at his sides, began to fidget until he hid them behind his back, managing to make himself appear even smaller by shying away. “I, uh, I don’t really think—”

“That’s the problem, bro. You’re thinking too much. You’re just waaay too in your own head. You need to loosen up. Take a chill pill and just vibe.”

Brief fidgeted, twiddling his thumbs. “…How should I do that? Can you help me out there?”

Polyester lit up with excitement at the prospect. “Really? Bet! I got this!”

Polyester’s hands grabbed Brief’s hips and turned him around to focus on himself in the mirror. One hand fell away from his hip to trail up his torso, up to his chest. He fiddled with the boundary line of the V-neck, caressing the skin and tracing the thin fabric. He was measuring the gap and testing the fit of the dress, and Brief could intuit that much, but it didn’t stop him from shivering when Polyester stuck his hand down the top and groped along Brief’s flat chest to get a feel of its meager size.

“…Okay. I can work with this.” What Brief focused on in the mirror wasn’t himself, but the look in Polyester’s eyes. Brief felt even more timid, being the subject of that gaze. Those red eyes were calculating and sharp, like Polyester was expecting something. Brief was confident that he had no idea what that might be. Something about Polyester made Brief shudder. Either his cold fingers or his calculated words. “Let me cook a little bit!”

Polyester took Brief by the hands to manually puppeteer Brief into a position similar to the one Polyester had done earlier, one arm stretched up in a carefree flourish, another arm planted on his hip, stance tall, back curved a bit. “Tada! How’s that! Look!”

Brief took a look in the mirror as he was told to, but he felt silly miming as anything other than some bottom-tier geek. He noticed how his back sloped down before the waist of the skirt in his reflection. It made the silhouette of the outfit suit him a little more, admittedly. “I look… sorta cool?” Brief tried.

“Ugh. You are impossible.”

Polyester walked in front of Brief and put his hands on Brief’s shoulders, looking him dead in the eye, like he was about to give him a pointed lecture. The red, cybernetic eye stared at Brief, aperture shifting with an audible click.

Silently, with a firm pressure on his shoulders, Polyester pushed Brief down to his knees. Brief dropped, caught off guard, surprised but compliant, hitting the floor with an intensity that surprised him. Bare knees on the cold ground, with how short the dress was. It ballooned up from the puff of air caught underneath it in the motion, and sunk back down around him gracefully.

“How about we try this instead?” A hint of a smile passed over those full lips, his ruby eyes shining with an amusement that made a shiver crawl down Brief’s spine. “Everyone looks good when they’re kneeling down in front of someone worthy and divine, don’t they? What could be more attractive than someone who knows their place and shows some deference?”

One hand moved from Brief’s shoulder to his chest, fingertips poised at his collarbone. This angle only served to make the bigger man look even more dangerous and alluring all at once.

“And, no lies told, you look good on your knees for me, bestie,” he went on to hum suggestively. His voice made Brief’s pulse race, languid and a bit aloof despite the cheerful smile. His red eyes looked a little darker, pupils blown wide. “It’s a good place for you.”

Those words hung in the air for a little bit.

And then, despite saying all that, Polyester squatted down back to Brief’s eye level, more-or-less. His other hand slid off his shoulder, tracing down his side, slipping around his waist to palm against the small of his back, applying a firm bit of pressure there to pull his lower torso forward, towards Polyester. He maintained the pressure against Brief’s chest with his other hand, keeping his upper body pressed back where it was. And Brief shifted in accordance to the guidance, lifting his hips and curving his spine in a bit and subsequently puffing his chest out. “There. Perfect. Don’t move.” Polyester stood back up and scooted to the side so Brief could see himself in the mirror again.

Brief was left in an arch sort of pose. Brief could see how his body filled out the flat cups of his top a little better in this position. The pose made the dress fan out over his body in a way that emphasized a surprisingly feminine silhouette.

Admittedly, it looked… good.

Thinking about it, all of the angels were pretty good at flexing and modeling in their sexy stripper poses. This was Polyester’s area of expertise. It seemed like it’d be fun to try and do the same.

Experimentally, his scrawny biceps pushed in against his chest, trying to create more cleavage between his meager pectorals. From this angle, it worked a bit. It looked… cute. His hands drew closer to his body, pulling his skirt further up his thighs in a curtsy.

Being turned on by the sight of himself felt even more awkward, though. Right as Brief was about to shrink in on himself at the weirdness of that thought, Polyester barked out another command. “—Okay, now show me your best seductive face! Go bestie, give us ‘playboy’!”

Startled out of his reservations, Brief looked up through his lashes at Polyester, expression deliberately coy. Or Brief’s approximation of coy, at least. Brief tilted his head up, eyes hooded, and bit his lip. He held what he imagined was hopefully a somewhat provocative facial expression for all of ten seconds before he just burst into laughter at himself.

Polyester laughed along. “Slay! You’re finally starting to understand the assignment! Have some fun!”

The laughter at himself and with a friend did help clear up some fog in Brief’s mind, at least. “Yeah. This is kinda fun.”

“Then let’s cook some more!” Polyester sat behind Brief and smoothed his hand over the taut, shimmery cloth of red clinging to Brief’s body. The stroke made his skin feel nice, admired, tingly. “Let me chef it up! I’ll make a whole feast outta you!”

“O-okay!” Brief requested. “Please do.”

“Bet!” Polyester scooted forward until their bodies were pressed together, Brief’s back to Polyester’s chest. Polyester leaned in and slumped himself against Brief, feeling the warmth of the human’s body again, feeling the curves of his slim shoulders, and the scrawnier muscles in his back as Brief breathed in and out, gently pressing his shoulder blades up against Polyester’s chest with every inhalation. Brief tensed slightly against the solid weight of Polyester on him. Polyester’s breath was soft and steady against the nape of Brief’s neck.

“Time for you to enter your supermodel era! Lock in, Brief!” Polyester’s hand braced one of Brief’s thighs and he gave another order, “Hoist your knees up a little bit. Spread your legs.”

One of Polyester’s hands firmly coaxed Brief’s leg into position. For the sake of symmetry, Brief made his other leg follow suit. The fact that he had to do it himself almost, only half-coerced, made it more embarrassing than if Polyester was physically puppeteering him the whole way. Brief leaned back to compensate for the off-balanced position. He found himself supported by Polyester’s solid bulk, pillowed against Polyester’s torso.

Polyester’s other hand gripped Brief’s chin to angle his face in the lighting better. Once he was satisfied with that, the hand ran down. Featherlight touches traced Brief’s Adam's apple before brushing over the curves of his collarbone, tugging the dress strap to slip off his shoulder along the way, and drifting down to his sternum, until Polyester’s hand met with the fabric of the main part of the dress. Fingertips dripped under the cup of the dress’s bodice, over Brief’s chest; fingertips turn to palm; palm becomes full hand. Polyester slowly, gently, began to squeeze and knead into Brief’s chest.

Brief looked down at the hand fondling his chest, then at himself in the mirror. The dress looked better on Brief when it was being pressed against him like that, as though Brief actually had something to fill the curves of the dress with, just a bit. Brief cracked a smile.

“See? You’re, like, so eating this up!” Polyester praised, “Leaving no crumbs!”

“Um… am I really?”

“No cap! You are looking so hot in this.”

Polyester continued to touch him, switching to gently petting Brief’s chest. With each pass of his hand, Brief’s nipple gets caught between the gaps of his fingers. It was probably nothing more than a coincidental touch, but the sensation still sent a dull flash of pleasure to Brief’s groin.

Polyester’s hand trailed farther down Brief’s body, palm gliding over his ribcage, gently squeezing his waist, before trailing down to his stomach, adjusting the fit of the dress and the drape of the fabric along the way. At times, Polyester’s hand drifted towards Brief’s cock, but veered around its length and up towards his stomach instead.

His other hand kept guiding Brief’s body into different positions, and Brief kept following along.

“You feel that, bitch? You are slaying!”

“Y… Yeah, I am! Totally!” Brief agreed, and his genuine enthusiasm even surprised himself.

Gradually, Polyester could see Brief brightening up and relaxing as he handed the reins over to Polyester. The tension eased from his shoulders, body pliant and yielding as he let Polyester direct him into different poses in front of the mirror. Brief actually started admiring his appearance in it.

“That’s what I’m talking about! Work it, bitch!” Polyester cheered.

Giddy, Brief fidgeted with the hem some more, revealing the underside of his skirt to himself as he looked in the mirror. He could see the curve of his bulge straining under his white briefs. Brief felt his blood rushing to both his face and his dick. Suddenly self-conscious, he quickly tugged the dress back down and hoped Polyester hadn’t noticed the half-chub dick beginning to poke through.

When had he gotten that hard? What was so exciting about this? Well, he could probably answer that question, but—that was a pretty quick way to ruin the atmosphere of what was supposed to be a couple of bros vibing.

Brief stood back up, clutching the dress at his side in embarrassment, clamping his legs shut and keeping his arms tucked timidly in front of him, hunching over forward. “T-that’s enough, I think!”

Polyester pouted again. “Come on, don’t kill the vibe. We were really in our bag.” Polyester asked. “Weren’t we vibing?”

Brief felt his cock twitch. He could practically feel Polyester’s eyes boring into him. “...Y-” he started.

“Yuh…?” Polyester echoed back mockingly, clearly trying to prod an honest “yes” out of Brief.

“Y—You should do a spin!” Brief blurted out, to change the subject.

Polyester paused. “Um, what?”

“A spin!” Brief leaned into the hastily-chosen new topic in earnest. Brief twisted his hips side to side, letting the skirt of his dress swish around his thighs in a partial demonstration. “When you spin in a dress, it gets really fluttery and windy and stuff! It's the best part of wearing skirts! I definitely recommend it, ten outta ten!”

Polyester wouldn't know; it wasn’t like he had any experience in wearing dresses or skirts, and he didn’t exactly play around much while he was wearing the angel gowns for guiding-dead-souls duty. So, he ceded to Brief’s apparent expertise in the field.

He followed Brief’s lead and turned slowly in a small, experimental circle, feeling the fabric of the skirt move with him. It was slight, but it was there.

Straightening up, Polyester twirled faster so he could get a sense of movement with the dress. The skirt flared up around Polyester’s thighs, hands behind his back, loosely holding one wrist in his other hand so his chest was pushed forward, displaying how it filled out the cups of the dress so well.

Polyester completed the turn and let the skirt billow out, and when he looked at Brief for approval, was met with an enthusiastic round of applause. Polyester brightened in a prideful smile, spurred on to go again.

He was getting playful and showy with it now, throwing some flare into the spins. Jutting a hip out, bending forward at the waist, reaching his arms up and putting his hands behind his head.

He lifted up a leg at his side and balanced gracefully on the remaining one, then whirled around in a pirouette. The grace was mesmerizing, even more so when it was clear how much strength and control he had to pour into it to make it look so effortless. The same kind of focus and poise that they employed out on the battlefield. The short skirt fanned out around him in a perfect circle like a ballerina tutu, and sparkly gold gleaming under the flaps of deep red.

Brief exploded in uproarious applause, utterly captivated. “That’s incredible!”

Polyester stopped on a dime in his conclusion. Still balanced on one leg, he bent at the waist in a showy bow as the dress lightly draped back down around him, gold concealed behind the red again. “Okay, your turn,” he invited.

Brief blinked owlishly, pausing his clapping. “Huh?”

“You too. Spin,” Polyester commanded. “You said that’s the best part.”

“Oh, I’m not really… I’m not graceful. I’d definitely fall.” Brief’s fingers tightened around the hem of the dress. He had worn Panty’s dress and spun around in circles quite a few times before, but he hadn’t exactly done it for an audience, not even one as small as this.

“Then I’ll just catch you. Duh.” Without waiting for another argument, Polyester reached out, taking Brief’s wrist in his hand and forcibly spinning him around, his skirt flaring, thighs bared—

Brief wobbled at first, taken aback by the forceful spin, but after a while, he found a rhythm. The short dress undulated as he went.

“Pop off, bestie! Channel that Main Character energy you always wanna have!”

And so he did, spinning even faster. The skirt whooshed with him, flaring out in a wide circle of red. As Brief relaxed, he started to build more self-assurance again. Emotion bubbled up in Brief’s chest. There was something about this experience, something about spinning around in a skirt and being pretty and just existing here, in this moment with his bestie, that was exactly what he needed.

Polyester’s smile softened as he watched. There was just something about Brief in this dress. Maybe it was how different he looked from how Polyester was used to seeing him. Maybe it was how happy he evidently was, how comfortable he was finally feeling with himself after being so nervous about it, the confidence that was slowly starting to shine through the more he let go and just had fun with it.

Giggling, Brief spun faster, mesmerized by the movement of the dress on him and how nice the breeze he kicked up around himself felt. He kept going, even past the point of dizziness, ignoring all risks of falling over and just throwing himself into it.

Brief yelped, his arms flailing wildly in the air as he inevitably tripped over his own feet. He fell forward, but only just managed to avoid hitting the ground when Polyester rushed over to catch him.

Instead of falling to the ground, he fell into Polyester’s chest, nose right in the dip above the top of the V-neck and right in the valley between his pecs. “S…sorry, I—” Brief started as his skirt settled back over his legs. Polyester felt the warm breath from Brief’s words tickle his skin, sending a wave of goosebumps down his body. His vision spun slightly, unhappy with the sudden change in motion, and Brief reached for Polyester to steady himself, intending to simply hold onto his arm for a bit of support.

But his head was pounding and his hands were shaking with fatigue as he instead dizzily put his hands on the man’s chest and inadvertently gave those gorgeous pecs a squeeze while he was trying to push away and stand himself back up. His fingers sunk into the surprisingly springy swell of muscle, kneading into the plush pecs. In other words, Brief was absolutely, accidentally copping a feel on one of his best friends right now.

Polyester’s breast was cool against his palm. Brief could feel the solid muscle underneath, sink his fingertips into what bellied a surprising, pleasant softness. There was even a slight jiggle to them. And Brief reminded himself again that he was currently, rudely, brazenly copping a feel on one of his few friends.

Awash with shame and guilt, Brief compulsively let loose yet another “Sorry—!” and tried to pull away.

A pair of arms wrapped around his body, and Biref was pulled back against Polyester’s torso.

Trapped where he was, Brief gazed up at the entrancing angel he had run into and looked into his eyes. From this angle, even with the asymmetry of Polyester’s bangs, Brief could look up and see both of his red eyes. They were a slightly different shade of red; the always-uncovered, cybernetic one seemed a little bit more saturated in color. Polyester was smiling down at him like he was adorable and charming and not a piece of gum that would be scraped off someone’s shoe.

Polyester settled a cool palm just high enough to the bare expanse of Brief’s back where the dress ended. “Told you I’d catch you, bestie!”

A dopey smile spread on Brief’s face, and a comfortable confidence radiated through him again. With a contented, happy sigh, Brief relaxed into the chest of the angel who stood tall and grinned down at him. He let his head drop back down onto that luscious chest and nuzzled his nose between his pecs. Polyester’s arms wrapped around him and held him close like he was something precious. A hand ruffled in his hair and Polyester asked, “How was the spinning? Fun, amiright?”

“Very fun,” Brief said, breathless, once he’d finally found the focus to think again. “Like I said, one of the best parts of wearing a skirt!” He grinned cheerfully.

Polyester softened. This was fun. He was cute. The hand in Brief’s hair brushed back Brief’s bangs and tucked the strands behind his ears, and Polyester took in the rare sight of Brief’s bare face again.

“You are like, seriously so pretty,” Polyester blurted as Brief was still catching his breath. It came out in a rush, as if he was unable to hold it back. His expression was one of awe. In his single visible eye, the notched reticle of the scope spun and dilated, like it was trying to lock onto focus on something. “I’ll never get why you hide your face card.”

Brief balked, lost for words. “I, uh, don’t really think my face is much to look at…”

He trailed off as the ground disappeared from his feet. The muscles flexed and Brief found himself lifted off the floor by the taller boy.

“Um, you’re… r-really close right now,” Brief stuttered out when Polyester lifted Brief’s face closer to his.

“So what? Besties should be close, right?” Polyester said, enjoying the feel of Brief in his arms, soft skin under his hand thanks to the open back of his dress.

“It's just… really hard to even think when we’re this close up. Or talk. O-or even look at you,” Brief tried.

One arm unwound from around Brief’s waist, and the other one wrapped tighter to compensate for being the only thing holding Brief up. Polyester brought his now-free hand up and laid it over Brief’s eyes. “Then I guess you’ll just have to not look for a while. Would that make you calmer? Covering up again? Closing your eyes and everting your gaze from whatever fate awaits you, like you’re something lower than you are?"

With his hand over Brief’s eyes, Polyester could feel the way Brief shivered. But there was no doubt in his voice, no hesitation whatsoever, when Brief shook his head and answered, “No, I—I wasn’t saying I don’t wanna see you. I, um—”

Polyester parted his fingers, palm still over Brief’s face, in a way that exactly one of Brief’s eyes were able to peek open now. It matched the asymmetry of Polyester’s own gaze, in a way. Brief paused to meet Polyester’s gaze, feeling the usual punch in his gut when their eyes locked. Under the weight of Polyester’s gaze and touch, it was hard to think, and any other words just disappeared from Brief’s tongue. “You just wanna stare at my pretty face card and bussin’ body card~?” He teased. At a loss for words, Brief just mutely nodded. Polyester dropped his hand and let Brief open both his eyes again. “Good. I don’t wanna miss a chance to see your face either, pretty boy.”

His smile could literally illuminate the entire building if he wanted it to, but he was smiling at Brief, and Brief felt like he would combust if Polyester’s gaze was locked on his for any longer. “You’re a way prettier boy than me,” Brief countered. “You’re the prettiest.”

“Duh. I know that. Comes with being tied for the spot as Heaven’s best.”

Brief was spun around again, a guided half-turn as Polyester shifted a bit. Polyester caught him from the twirl in the crook of his arm, dipping him low and laughing. Brief’s dress slid up from the motion, bunched up against his legs.

Brief’s breath stuttered when Polyester’s fingers traced along the edge of the dress. Instead of smoothing it back into place like Brief was expecting, Polyester lifted the bottom of Brief’s dress up, completely exposing his white polyester-spandex briefs. He had a tentpole in his pants, his cock begging to escape and be touched. Polyester palmed his bestie’s hard cock through the thin material, earning a muffled “nmph-“ from Brief.

“Ha! You gooner! You’re, like, so bricked!” the angel mocked. “I knew you were enjoying this!”

“I—I’m so sorry!” Brief lifted his hands to cover his face in embarrassment, but Polyester caught him by the wrists and pulled his hands back down away from his face. So instead, Brief used his hands to tug the bottom of the dress back down properly instead. “What kind of friend am I?! I-I’m so pathetic, I’m just gross—”

Polyester clapped a hand over Brief’s mouth to hush the rambling. “—Ugh. Bestie, no. We are not doing that. Shut up.”

If the hand corking his mouth wasn’t enough, Brief would have been silenced by the intensity of that glare. Glassy eyes gleaming with murderous anger, a scowl drawing back his lips, Polyester groaned.

“Look. I’d tell you if you gave me the ick or something. Okay?”

The hand moved off of Brief’s mouth and instead cupped his cheek, angling Brief’s jaw so his face was tilted towards Polyester. Brief’s hair was more disheveled than it had been before, but it was still out of his face for the most part, leaving his green eyes out in the open. So that wide-eyed expression was plain to see.

“You keep saying you’re chopped or cringe or whatever, and it’s cap. Stop clowning yourself. It’s mad annoying. Especially when you’re, like, literally the hottest human I’ve ever seen.”

Polyester swiped his thumb across the freckles on Brief’s cheek. Brief was even redder than he was before. Brief turned his face as if he could hide it in Polyester’s palm, but Polyester abruptly pulled it away. Instead, that hand slid up between Brief’s legs, and Brief jolted.

Polyester held Brief’s gaze as his hand drifted lower, following the drip of the dress as it curled down between his legs. Color creeped down Brief’s chest, a deep red blush that was getting closer and closer to matching the dress.

Polyester pried the hem of the dress out of Brief’s grip and dragged it up, until he could put his hands on Brief’s soft thigh. Polyester stroked his hand up, and paused briefly at the boundary of Brief’s briefs. Polyester pinched the elastic of the waistband, letting it stretch and then snap back against Brief’s skin.

The wandering hand slid between his legs to press at where Brief’s cock was straining against his underwear. It twitched as he neared it.

“You know what, Bestie? I just thought about that idea I mentioned before.”

Polyester’s hand cupped the bulge through the layer of polyester, palm against its length, with his index finger perched against the tip of the tent where precum was staining a dark circle into the white cloth. Polyester had foregone his own gloves, so only the thin material of Brief’s own underclothes separated his cool palm from his heated, twitching cock.

“You remember? That thing about how easy it is to get your weapon out from under a dress like this.”

Brief couldn't help but let out a breathy gasp, unable to answer as Polyester brushed his hand lightly over his cock, skimming over it with feather-light, deliberate, barely-there touches. It pulsed at the caress. Wide eyes flicking down to the hand in question. He couldn’t see it under the cloak of the dress, but he could see the outlines of the shuffling movement of his hand under the skirt.

“I could just slip it off and whip it out, no hassle, for real. Total breeze. Or, uh, ‘easy-peasy’.”

Brief had to bite down on his lip to keep composure when Polyester decided to run his fingers along him daringly. Little circling touches over wet fabric, mapping out the shape Polyester could feel beneath. As far as Brief could presume, Polyester was testing out the fabric and composition of Brief’s underwear.

“Hey, so like, your underwear’s mostly made of polyester, right?”

This question wasn’t rhetorical. The most that Brief could muster in response was a choked “Mm-hmm,” and a nod, though. It seemed to suffice as an answer. The squeeze Brief felt in response almost felt like a reward.

Brief’s legs almost gave out from under him when Polyester’s thumb pressed against the head of his cock, the fabric between doing nothing to hide how wet he had already gotten under his touch. A strangled moan slipped out of him as he trembled from the sparks of pleasure that travelled up and down his spine.

“Poggers! So like, I wonder if I could transform these! Like, I could totally make my bestie’s briefs into a gun! That’s wild.”

Polyester finally wrapped his fingers around Brief’s cock. The pressure felt heavenly in tandem with the synthetic material of the underwear still between them. His heart sped like crazy. Brief’s back arched as Polyester shifted his grip to wrap his hand around him a little better, still stopped by the fabric he seemingly had no intention of slipping under. With the new angle, Polyester was able to start moving his hand faster. Brief’s mind reeled from the friction. He was practically panting by now.

“Heyy, bestie?”

Another non-rhetorical.

Brief stopped biting down on his lip, letting out another shaky breath that was on the border of being a weak moan. “Y-yeah?”

Polyester’s fingers continued toying with him with every stroke, getting him painfully hard almost obscenely fast. Brief felt his face blossom into an even darker red as he felt himself fill out against Polyester’s palm so quickly.

Brief finally lifted his gaze from the shameless scene happening below his waist, instead finally meeting the predatory gaze of the boy holding him up. Brief struggled to form words for a moment, stuck between those piercing eyes and the hand currently becoming his undoing.

“You, like, so won’t mind if I borrowed these undies to test it out, will you? I’ve only ever used my undies or Polyurethane’s, so I’m curious!” Polyester’s expression shifted into something like a puppydog face as he made this request. “You’ll let me slip these off of you and try them out for myself, right, bestie?”

Polyester’s red eyes met the deep green of Brief’s. His hand stilled, which was agonizing in its own right.

“Um—s-sure! If you want?”

“Bet!” Polyester hooked his fingers around the briefs and pulled them down, just enough to let Brief’s cock spring free, throbbing and aching to be touched. Polyester’s thumb brushed against Brief’s bare dick, just teasing him at this point.

“Fucking Garter, fucking Stocking, fucking goddamn shitty cunts nagging and bitching and moaning me over every little goddamned thing—!” The door flung open, and the people on both sides of it froze.

Brief wilted.

Polyester huffed.

Panty blinked.

“Huh? …Geek Boy? …Plastic Fantastic #1?” Under normal circumstances, she’d have some questions about this duo. That’s her geeky manservant and her snot-nosed brat of a cousin. That was her lackey and her enemy. But the rest of the scene dawned on her a little after that, and she burst with anger as she realized, “HEY! THOSE ARE MY CLOTHES!”

“Ugh, Pussolini’s back. Great,” Polyester groused sarcastically in complaint. “Things just got extra all of a sudden.”

“P-P-P-P-Panty!”

Brief pulled away out of Polyester’s hold in a hurry, and Polyester let him go, missing his warmth already. Brief flopped inelegantly onto the floor, landing in some of the trash Panty had all over her floor, dress askew, falling out of his underwear on his wild scramble. Brief clumsily started fumbling with the dress he was wearing, trying to shrug it off and tripping over his words as he tried to string together an excuse and an apology to Panty.

“P-P-Panty, wait, I—”

The strap slipped from his hand, and his footing slipped on an old used condom, and Brief flopped to the ground again, faceplanting, dress half-on and half-off. He crawled apologetically towards Panty, still wearing that disheveled cocktail dress, skirt rucked up his thighs and bodice pulled down his torso, hair falling back into his face, completely commando.

It would almost be an attractive sight to Polyester if it wasn’t so pathetic otherwise to see anyone groveling for his cousin. He wouldn’t want to call himself envious of her of all people, but there was a bitter taste in the back of his throat every time Brief simped over her.

Brief’s precum-stained underwear still hung limply in Polyester’s open hand from where Brief had slipped out of it. Polyester clenched his fist around the polyester garment, still annoyed at the lost presence of his bestie in his arms. He folded his arms behind his back and frowned at his cousin. “Big yikes. Look what the cat dragged in! It’s the dramatic entrance for me—like, be so for real, you are so extra.”

“Can it, you little twerp! I’m the exact right amount of dramatic, considering the fact that you’re the one in my room, treating my closet like your little boutique!” She jabbed a finger at Brief. “I don’t care what weird kinks you have and I don’t even wanna know what the hell this is right now, but keep my room and my shit out of it! If you stupid twinks don’t get the fuck out of my dresses right fucking now, I’m tearing off your fucking dicks and force-feeding them to each other!”

“I—I’m really sorry Panty, we—”

“Ha!” Polyester cut in. “Whatever, Boomer. You salty that we’re out-mogging you in your own fit?”

Panty turned her attention back to Polyester with a glower. “Hey! No one wears that dress better than I do! No one!”

“Oh, I dunno.” Polyester grabbed Brief by the arm and yanked him to stand back up on his feet. One of Polyester’s hands cupped Brief’s chest, groping around it so the dress hugged against Brief’s figure. The other hand splayed out against his upper thigh, hiking the hem of the skirt up his leg. Tiny little fires spread under Brief’s skin as his flush of embarrassment began to return. “Even this human’s eating you up right now, lowkey.”

An awkward, forced chuckle rumbled low in Brief’s chest and vibrated against Polyester’s palm as Brief wriggled out of his hold again. And once again, Polyester let him go, annoyed. “N-no, don’t worry Panty! That’s definitely not true! You guys wear this way, way, way better than me! I know I look like garbage in this! L-like putting pearls on a pig—”

“Ugh.” Polyester rolled his eyes and brought his hands to his own chest, giving his pecs a squeeze. “Well, hard facts, I know I fill it out better than your chopped ass, Panty.”

Panty scoffed. “Oh please! Don’t even start it, Twinkler! Everybody knows your little brother has bigger tits than you!”

Polyester glared and pointed a finger at her. “—Like you’re one to talk! Look at you and Stockiel!”

“—G-guys!” Brief stammered out.

“I should call Uncle Ramie and tell him you’re being bad! Then maybe he’ll come down and put the nosey little baby in time-out again! You can go crying and sucking your thumb, you little iPad baby!”

“Oh, bet, makes sense that you’d go to my father! You can’t call the King because Heaven knows he’s not trying to listen to your disgraced ass, that’s why he kicked you out in the first place. He’s even more embarrassed to have you as a daughter than I am to have you as a cousin!”

The words landed like a punch, hard enough that Panty’s jaw dropped and her eyebrows scrunched. She was quiet for a few long seconds.

“…What’d you say to me, you little one-eyed brat?” She gritted out through clenched teeth.

“Oooo, did that strike a nerve? Someone’s big mad! Looks like I got the chuzz tweaking!”

Glaring, she reached down, slipping off her panties, and brandishing her gun in a flash of white light. She took aim between Polyester’s eyes. “I’ll send you back to Heaven myself. Say hi to Uncle for me.”

The pair of polyester briefs began to glow in his hand as Polyester was just about to summon his own weapon for a standoff, when a warm hand wrapped itself around his wrist, pulling him along.

“W— We were just on our way out! We’ll catch you later, Panty!” Brief said, and Polyester allowed himself to be dragged along in Brief’s frantic dash out of the room.

Polyester was off-duty right now, so he didn’t particularly care whether he missed out on a chance to throw hands against Panty. He normally wouldn’t bother directly picking actual fights with her during his days off anyway. It was rare for him to get that pressed over nothing.

He looked up at the back of Brief’s head, at the mop of orange curls bouncing as Brief ran down the corridor. His gait was lopsided from having to navigate around an erection. The dress fluttered as he ran, flashing Brief’s bare butt every few steps. He looked down at where Brief’s hand was still wrapped around Polyester’s wrist. It was warm.

He supposed he could puzzle out where that internal saltiness had come from if he gave it some thought. He wouldn’t think about it for now. He shifted his hand a bit, slipping it through so that they were running hand-in-hand instead of just being pulled along by the wrist. Brief’s hand grasped around his, and they were holding hands again. They fit together nicely.

Polyester looked back over his shoulder as Brief dragged him away and made a smug face at Panty, sticking out his tongue and tugging down his lower eyelid. “Bleh~”

Call it delulu, but he’d take this small gesture as Brief picking Polyester over Panty in some tiny way. That was a W for now. Polyester and his brother and more importantly his father still had big plans in store; Pantiel and Stockiel would both get what was coming to them soon, anyway, once Godfest rolled around.

Panty’s expression was still dark, fist clenched around the doorway from where she was leaning out and glaring at the fleeing boys. But she huffed out a sigh and returned Backlace into its dormant form. “Ugh! Fine! Run away, see if I care! Fuck you pricks!” she flipped the bird to their retreating figure. “Don’t let the door hit you where Chuck shoulda bit you! –And you better wash those dresses before you give them back to me!”