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Maurice grinned at the piece Nate had chosen. The strips reminded him of a little prisoner – not in a bad way. He himself was a prisoner for Nate, for he was now his “prisoner” for life... A happy prisoner in the best jail possible on earth. He pulled the piece out and came from behind Nate, look at the mirror to see the effect. It resembled one of those competitive swimsuits, but the stark color indicated it was for casual use. Looking at the mirror, he nodded approvingly.

“This could do…” he murmured. Looking down, he held the swimsuit down at Nate’s bump to picture how it would look enveloping the nice swell the omega was sporting now, the stretchy fabric ran all the way down to his mid-thighs, offering way more “coverage”, so to speak, than the other piece.

Maurice lowered his head to hide his smirk, then proceeded to pry the too-tight trunk away from Nate. His hand teasingly stroked past his thigh, lingering at his bubbly bottom, he rubbed it sensually before finally freeing them from the confines of the trunks. He cupped Nate’s bump with one hand, caressed it affectionately, before pulling the new piece out of the hanger and spread it for Nate to step through.

The alpha was certainly not going to make this just an ‘innocent’ fitting. Rubbing along the lower side of Nate’s bump, his smirk widened cupping his prick, pretending it was just a mundane act to ‘protect’ the omega’s sensitive part as he pulled the suit over his body.