"Well, of course everything fits," Blue mumbled, not angrily, simply in thought as he looked his lover over, his eyes scanning across Eivind's body and analyzing the way each bit of fabric hung off his healthy frame. It was the fourth pair of jeans Blue had made Eivind try on. The first didn't fall at the ankle correctly, the second were too high on his hips. Blue didn't like the way the third pair bunched at the crotch, but the fourth pair . . . yes. He liked these ones. Eivind wasted no time and gathering multiple pairs of the same jeans, obviously eager to move on, though he didn't do so bitterly or with annoyance, much to Blue's relief. They simply found something that worked, and as neither man was really fond of spending a significant amount of time at the mall (although it did seem like it was unintentionally turning into an all-day thing), Eivind's command decision was probably for the best.<br/><br/>Blue was pleased that Eivind was more vocal when it came to his footwear. He wasn't surprised that work boots were his lover's go-to, but the boots Eivind had chosen were a deep, attractive shade of brown leather and they were, unarguably,<i>Eivind</i>. They would look good with the jeans Blue had picked out, and the various shirts fitted Eivind's torso well. "It was my idea to come here to shop for me, and somehow you're the one who's ended up with more clothes," Blue laughed, still hand in hand with the older man as they walked out of the store, the smell of fried foods and salt wafting through the air.<br/><br/>"Yes, we can get something." Blue leaned down to press a kiss to Eivind's cheek before leading him to the food court. As Blue was still relatively full from breakfast, he settled on getting a half sandwich and a cup of tomato soup from a café situated at the far end of the food court while Eivind managed to find the meatiest option available. Once again, Blue wasn't surprised, but throughout their meal he couldn't stop smiling as his wolf inhaled his food, only shaking his head and chuckling to himself whenever Eivind asked him why he was staring at him like that.<br/><br/>When their refuse had been properly disposed of and their food trays put away, Blue sifted through their shopping bags, taking stock of what they had already purchased. "Well, we're almost finished with you. We just need to get you some new underwear. I still need shoes and underwear myself, and a few more outfits, maybe, since you ended up getting a handful." He grinned, patting the pocket that contained Eivind's wallet. "I feel so powerful," Blue joked, reaching for the bags himself, but Eivind beat him to it, snatching everything up and motioning for Blue to move forward.<br/><br/>"Such a gentleman." The human grinned and made his way toward another store he had frequented once upon a time, immediately curving toward the men's section and the various displays of underwear. Blue pondered Eivind's question for a long while, lightly dragging his fingers over the various fabrics as he sculpted the words in his mind. "I should probably go to the doctor first," he said finally, grabbing a few pairs of boxers in Eivind's size. "You know, to see to my health, among other things." A quick, devious grin flashed across Blue's face before it returned to a more normal, pensive expression. "I'm hoping we can set up an appointment tomorrow, though that will be a miracle, I'm sure. I'll want to visit my family pretty soon after that, especially as we only have the hotel for a week and I'd rather not extend our stay if we don't have to.<br/><br/>"I honestly don't know if I should call them. It may be somewhat traumatizing to just pop up on their doorstep but if I call, they might start asking a whole lot of questions I don't want to answer, and I'd rather just handle everything in person, you know? We'll just go in the evening. Everyone will be home then." Blue exhaled a deep sigh, nerves beginning to eat at him as he wondered how his parents would react to seeing him again. How they would react to seeing Eivind... Regardless, it didn't matter. He was Eivind's and Eivind was his. Hopefully they'd be willing to accept that.<br/><br/>"Here, take these." Blue handed five pairs of boxers over to Eivind, and pointed toward a long cushioned bench that sat up against a wall near the dressing rooms. "Those are yours. They'll be comfy. Go sit. I'm going to find a few more things and try them on." It only took Blue a few minutes to gather up a variety of new clothes he wanted to try on, and as the dressing rooms in this store went generally unmonitored save for a few passings by an employee every ten minutes or so, Blue found the opportunity to play a little game as Eivind sat on the bench, purposefully picking a dressing room that was within his partner's eye. When no employee was in sight, Blue left the dressing room door slightly ajar, slowly pulling down his pants to show off the tops of his perky ass cheeks, or dipping them low enough to expose his pubic hair and the base of his flaccid cock. If Eivind moved even an inch toward him, Blue would grin, shake his head and close the door so his lover couldn't see a thing, only opening it again to peek and see if the wolf was staying still.<br/><br/>"Good boy," Blue would say teasingly, returning to his flirtatious shenanigans. He did this until he had moved through all of the outfits and settled on what he wanted and what he wanted to forget, and exited the dressing room fully clothed and eager to continue shopping. He refrained from giving Eivind a kiss, though he desperately wanted to, if only to prolong the torture his wolf was feeling in that moment.<br/><br/>Blue quickly gathered some underwear for himself, but unlike his beau (who preferred loose-fitting boxers), Blue found himself drawn to small, tight-fitting briefs that hugged him low on his hips. He snagged himself a few simple pairs he liked, and then set his eyes on something more adventurous. A black pair of briefs, his size, with his favorite low cut, but the material was<i>sheer</i>. Even with the black fabric, it would be impossible to miss the shape of his cock and balls through it. He had never owned anything like them before, but he liked them, and more importantly, he thought Eivind might like seeing him in them. They were expensive, $38 for a single pair, but the allure was too much for him to resist. Blue grabbed three pairs: one in black, one in white, and one (of course) in blue. He hid them in his hands underneath the normal briefs he had picked up and a few pairs of pants, some shirts, a pull-over sweater and two boxes of shoes he had picked out, grabbed the boxers from Eivind and quickly made his way to the register while Eivind continued to wait for him.<br/><br/>He cringed at the total--"That'll be $645.33, please,"--but handed over Eivind's card anyway, watching as the cashier swiped it through, his heart pounding. A few seconds later, the printer began to eject his receipt and the red haired man smiled and slide two bags filled with Blue's clothing across the counter. "Have a great day!"<br/><br/>Blue opted to carry these bags himself and smiled wide at his wolf when he approached. "All done! We just need to stop and get some toiletries on the way back to the hotel, and then we're allowed to be lazy for the rest of the night. Shall we?"