Kota woke up the next morning with a lightness in his chest he hadn't felt in a long time. The sunlight filtered through the blinds in soft golden strips across his bed, warming the sheets tangled around his legs. For the first time in what felt like forever, the usual heavy knot of confusion and frustration in his gut was quieter.
Theo's messages from last night still lingered in his mind like a warm glow. Boyfriend. The word felt strange, almost unreal, but it made the corners of his mouth twitch upward before he even opened his eyes fully.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand, still smiling faintly, only to find the screen completely black.
"Shit," he muttered, realizing he had forgotten to plug it in last night after all those long texts. He rolled out of bed, stretched his tall frame until his back popped satisfyingly, and plugged the charger into the wall. While it powered up he headed straight for the bathroom.
The shower felt incredible. Hot water cascaded over his dark skin, washing away the lingering stickiness from yesterday's chaos.
He stood under the spray for longer than usual, letting the heat soak into his muscles, thinking about tonight.
A real date.
With Theo.
His boyfriend.
The thought sent a small flutter through him. He scrubbed thoroughly, soaping every inch, then stepped out and toweled off.
At the sink he brushed his teeth with careful, deliberate strokes, then reached for the mouthwash. He poured an ungodly amount into the cap, way more than the recommended dose, and swished it around for a full two minutes, the strong mint burning his tongue. Just in case. He wanted to be ready for anything tonight. He spat, rinsed, and repeated the process once more for good measure before gargling one final time.
Back in his room he sprayed on a generous amount of his dad's cologne, the woody, masculine scent filling the air around him. It felt right. Mature.
Then came the hardest part. He stood in front of his closet, staring at the limited options with a furrowed brow. He had never been on a real date before. What the hell did people wear? A suit felt way too pretentious for a high school principal's idea of dinner.
Jeans felt too casual.
He pulled out a crisp black button-up shirt and a pair of gray slacks that actually fit decently. He buttoned the shirt carefully, rolling the sleeves once to show his forearms, then tucked it in neatly. The gray slacks hugged his athletic build without being too tight. He finished with his more professional-looking black sneakers, adjusting the collar and cuffs one last time in the mirror. It wasn't perfect, but it felt like him. Clean. Respectable. He checked his phone—now charging—and saw a couple notifications, but nothing urgent. Good.
Meanwhile, across town in the Hawthorne family mansion, Theo's eyes snapped open at exactly 6:00 AM. He sat up in his large, comfortable bed, heart already racing with nervous excitement. Today was the day.
Their first official date as boyfriends.
He threw off the covers and padded across the room to the full-length mirror, completely naked. The early morning light made his pale skin glow softly. He turned side to side, running his hands over his smooth torso.
"Still hairless… good," he whispered to himself, checking his pubes, armpits, and the tiny cocklet between his legs. Everything was perfectly smooth.
He turned around, looking over his shoulder at the monumental shelf of his ass. He gave it a little jiggle, watching the heavy cheeks bounce and settle. "As if these were ever going anywhere," he muttered with a small, embarrassed laugh.
Still, he noticed the faintest peach fuzz on his legs, nearly transparent but visible under the light. "It's not like Kota is going to undress me right there in the restaurant… right?"
He paused, biting his lip. "Well… I wouldn't exactly mind if he did, but still. Better safe than sorry."
He spent the next twenty minutes in the bathroom doing a full everything shower. He shaved his legs meticulously until they were silky smooth, washed his hair twice, scrubbed every inch of his body, then stepped out and combed his long straight blond strands until they fell perfectly around his face—the way he knew Kota liked them.
He debated using some of Elliot's makeup but decided against it. Instead he applied a generous layer of face cream and some glowing oils, making his skin look dewy and fresh. He admired himself in the mirror again, turning to check his ass one more time before heading into his massive walk-in closet.
The choices were overwhelming. Rows upon rows of clothes, shoes, accessories. He stood there in nothing but a towel around his waist, feeling suddenly lost. "Elliot!" he yelled toward the hallway. "Elliot, come here!"
A few moments later the door opened and his twin brother Elliot strolled in mid-sentence. "Theo, you better not have slipped on soap aga—"
Elliot stopped dead, eyes widening as he took in the sight of his completely naked brother standing there, tall, slender, smooth, and blushing. Elliot let out a low whistle. "Damn, big bro. If you weren't my brother I'd fuck the shit out of you right now."
Theo rolled his eyes, cheeks burning. "Like that has ever stopped you before. You and Grayson fuck every single day."
Elliot grinned, finger-gunning. "Hey, you know what they say, twincest ain't incest." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
Theo turned around, presenting his back. "I need your opinion on what to wear. I have a date with Kota tonight. Our first official one as… boyfriends."
Elliot's eyes went wide. "Wait—boyfriends? You two actually tied the knot after only fucking for like two weeks? Holy shit."
He stepped closer, slinging an arm around Theo's shoulders. "Alright, I'm the best at picking clothes that entice boys. Let's see…"
Before Theo could react, Elliot's hand came down in a firm, playful slap right across his massive bare ass. The impact made the cheeks ripple heavily.
"Eep!" Theo let out a cute, high-pitched little moan, knees buckling slightly as a shiver ran through him. "Elliot!"
Elliot laughed, keeping his arm draped over Theo's shoulder. "How can I help, princess?"
Theo gritted his teeth, still blushing furiously. "I need an outfit for the date. Something nice but not too try-hard."
Elliot disappeared into the closet for a moment and came back holding a pair of delicate pink lacy panties. "Start with these."
Theo's face turned bright red. "I can't wear that!"
"Come onnnn," Elliot cooed, dangling them. "At least wear them under your clothes. For confidence. And maybe a little surprise if things go well later."
Theo hesitated, shifting from foot to foot, then finally snatched them. "Fine. Under the clothes only." He slipped them on, the soft lace hugging his tiny cocklet and nestling between his massive cheeks. He turned back to the mirror, cheeks still flushed.
Elliot then pulled out a pair of cute, tight-looking jeans that would hug Theo's dramatic curves perfectly, along with a crisp white button-up shirt that would look innocent on top but sinful when paired with everything underneath. Theo looked at the outfit laid out on the bed and nodded slowly.
"I'll wear it," he said softly, a small, excited smile finally breaking through his nerves. The day had only just begun, but already his heart was racing at the thought of seeing Kota tonight as his official boyfriend.
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Kota, meanwhile, had finished getting ready and was now sitting on the edge of his bed, phone finally charged, staring at the screen with a mix of anticipation and slight anxiety. The black button-up felt crisp against his skin, the gray slacks comfortable but sharp enough. He checked the time. Still early.
Plenty of time to overthink everything before the date. He opened his messages with Theo, rereading last night's long conversation, and couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face again.
Boyfriend.
It was real now. And tonight he was going to make sure it felt right.
The apartment was quiet, his dad already gone for an early shift. Kota stood up, gave himself one final look in the mirror, adjusted his collar, and took a deep breath. Whatever happened tonight, he was ready. Or at least as ready as he could be.
Theo, back in his room, was carefully buttoning the white shirt over the hidden pink lace, heart fluttering every time the soft fabric brushed his skin. He turned side to side, admiring how the tight jeans made his already impossible ass look even more exaggerated. Elliot had been right, this outfit was going to drive Kota crazy. He couldn't wait.
The day stretched ahead for both of them, filled with nervous energy, stolen glances at the clock, and the growing excitement of their first real date as an official couple. For the first time in a long while, the world outside their respective rooms felt just a little bit brighter.