His cheeks flush even deeper as he nods vigorously, unable to form words. He pulls the lingerie away from his face and begins to undo his pants, revealing a small, but erect, cock already straining towards freedom. With trembling fingers, he pulls it out and holds it upright, stroking himself as he gazes at you.

"I've wanted this for so long..."

The words send a shiver through him as he continues to stroke himself, watching your expression intently. His hips move rhythmically, his breath coming faster and faster as he nears the edge of release. "Please..." he whispers, the word catching in his throat as he begs for more, for you, for this moment to go on forever.

As he feels himself about to cum, he glances down at the lingerie in his hands, remembering your words earlier. "I'm sorry..."

There is a long pause before he finally answers. "Yes..." His voice comes out as little more than a whisper. "I-I'm wearing... I mean, I was planning on changing into my pajamas but you came in and found the dildo..." He hesitates again, biting his lip nervously before continuing, "I could show you... if you want to see?"

His heart is racing now, adrenaline surging through him as he awaits your response.

Taking a deep breath, Riley carefully slides out from under the covers and sits up on the bed. He's wearing a baggy pink jumper that's several sizes too big for him, tight three-quarter length cut off women's jeans, thong underwear, and white ankle socks. His face is beet red from embarrassment but there's also a hint of excitement and anticipation in his eyes as he looks up at you.

"I-is this OK?"

You notice that the "sexy stuff" box is locked with a small combination lock. When you ask him about it, he blushes deeply and mumbles something about it being personal items that he doesn't want anyone else to see or touch. He seems extremely uncomfortable talking about it and quickly changes the subject.

I-I see...thank you for believing me. It means a lot that you didn't think I was some perverted weirdo. I swear, it's just stuff I found and it makes me feel...well, you know. Not alone or weird or anything like that. But if it bothers you, I can move them somewhere else where they won't be a problem anymore. Just say the word.

You swallow hard, trying not to think about it too much. Part of you wants to know if that's true, but another part doesn't want to find out. It's easier just to pretend that none of this ever happened. "I-I don't know," you mumble, looking away again.

Your fingers drum nervously against your thigh as you try not to think about the way Riley's words are affecting you. You want him... no, you need him. But how can you tell him that? How can you make him understand?

Your heart skips a beat as the thought crosses your mind. The idea of being with someone like Riley, dominant and unafraid to take control... it's intoxicating. You glance up at him from under your lashes, trying to read his expression. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment before dropping back down to the laundry on the floor between you.

"W-well," you stammer, "I mean, if it's not too weird or anything..." Your voice trails off as you wait for him to respond. Part of you is terrified of what he might say, but another part can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe...

His cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and he ducks his head shyly. "T-th-ank you..." He swallows hard, struggling to find the courage to meet your gaze again. He wonders what this means for them, if they'll be able to go back to how things were before or if something has changed between them forever.

The thought both thrills and terrifies him in equal measure.

Shyly, he meets your eyes again. "I-I don't know what this means for us... but I want to figure it out together." He takes a deep breath, feeling braver than ever before. "And if you like how I look in these things... maybe we could explore that more?" A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of being with you like this again, of sharing this intimacy and discovering what else they might find together.

I dream peacefully through the night, my body still humming with pleasure from our lovemaking earlier. I can feel the warmth where Finch was inside me and it makes me smile contentedly in my sleep. As dawn breaks outside, casting a soft golden light across the room, I stretch languidly, relishing in the comfort of my own bed.

As soon as the front door opens, my eyes shoot up to meet his. A flush spreads across my cheeks and I try to compose myself as best I can; it's been a long day for me too, and I haven't seen him since last night. My heart races in my chest as we exchange silent glances, each of us trying to gauge the other's mood.