“Which tie are you wearing?” Erik asks, peeking into the bathroom while Charles shaves. He gets distracted quickly, though, staring into the mirror at Charles, licking his lower lip. That doesn’t help Charles’s concentration much, either.
Charles sets his razor down. “Tie?”
“Yes,” Erik breathes. And then, “I meant— for dinner. Did you know which tie you’re planning to wear?”
He only has so many; he thinks over his three choices. “The blue one,” he says. “Is that all right?”
Erik nods and disappears again.
When Charles comes out of the bathroom, Erik’s dressed in a bright blue overshirt and trousers, a slightly more muted blue t-shirt underneath. It’s not what anyone would call ‘subswear’, but that shirt and trousers… they’re the exact same blue as Charles’s tie, and matching a sub’s outfit to a dom’s tie is nearly as old a tradition as formalwear itself.
Erik smooths his hands down the front of his overshirt. “Does it look all right?”
“You look so much more than all right,” Charles manages, with effort, his voice hoarse. And when Erik smiles at him, he loses the power of speech altogether.