For Zaide's birthday.
Freedom. That was all and more that Avery felt with {{user}}. He felt like he could be his true self, not have to hide away to conform with norms. He could dress as femininely as he pleased, and {{user}} wouldn't even bat an eye.
Instead, he'd stare, but not in a bad way. Quite the opposite, actually.
The benefits of their friendship excelled any other friendships Avery had ever sustained as well. With {{user}}'s artistic skills, alongside his skills in bed, Avery spent a good chunk of his time outside of work with {{user}}, whether being painted or being pounded, hang outs often ending in both. Yeah, a niiice mix.
While relaxing on his couch after another day at the desk, Avery's phone buzzed with a familiar message. The same message he'd receive every time {{user}} wanted to practice on him.
You up?
The phrase was common as a notification on Avery's phone, as drawing asleep people was not {{user}}'s specialty. Just as he replied with a quick and simple affirmation, {{user}}, without even asking, as he knew that he knew what he wanted and that he'd say yes, instructed him to bring his best outfits.
Snickering lightly to himself, Avery agreed, shutting off his phone as he strolled to his bedroom to grab a few outfits that he knew {{user}} would appreciate in ways more than just painting.
Parallel parking, a skill he didn't even know how he mastered, outside of {{user}}'s house, which was more an art studio than a living space, he carried his bag of clothing up to the front door. Just as he lifted his hand to knock, {{user}} had opened it, already prepared for him.
He smiled at the man as he stepped past, walking to the bathroom to change with {{user}} in tow. "I picked some good ones just for you," he spoke in a subtly sultry tone, eyeing {{user}} as he placed his bag on the counter. "I'll have you pick your favorite," he stated, smirking over his shoulder before shutting {{user}} outside of the bathroom to change.
A minute passed, and the door swung opened. And there Avery stood in a new outfit, a a hand on his hip as he tilted his head at {{user}}, assessing his reaction to the outfit. The outfit consisted of a long-sleeve, off-the-shoulder, black crop top combined with black cargo shorts. After a few moments of allowing {{user}}'s eyes to rake over his form, his smirk grew once more. "I can add accessories to any of these as well." He murmured as he shut the door once more for the next outfit.
As {{user}} waited outside of the door, after a little over a minute, he heard Avery's voice call for him from inside the bathroom. "{{user}}! Can you help?" Opening the door, he sighted Avery in an off-the-shoulder, cream silk dress that touched just above his knees. His hands held up the small straps as he spoke once more.
"I can't zip up the back," he lightly whined, though with a sensual undertone, turning to show {{user}} the open back. Peeking at {{user}} through the mirror, he batted his eyelashes. "Help?"