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His eyes blinked tiredly at the ceiling, leaning back in his chair. Staying up late at Michael’s for some gaming last night had been a good idea at the time. Until he had arrived back at his place at five in the morning. Ryan couldn’t help but feel ashamed of himself. For he had taken something of Michael’s. Sure, it wasn’t a pricey item or something Michael held dear to him.

It’s just super fucking creepy that you took it. And on top of that, you brought it to work.

It was true, he had stolen a pair of Michael boxer-briefs and had brought them into the office via his jacket pocket. His hand was clutching the article of clothing, thumb tracing the soft fabric. He twisted his head around, making sure no one else was in there except himself. Ryan pulled them out of his pocket and crossed his legs, placing the underwear on his calf to look at it.

Michael was wearing this. This was literally snuggling against Michael’s dick.

His index and middle finger traced the yellow trimmed, elastic hem of the blue underwear. Ryan sat dormant, smirking to himself, thinking about Michael sitting around, playing video games in these.