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Damn, that boy is fantastic.

His eyes put shame on the colour of the ocean. His feathery hair is perfectly styled, he is a tease and funny and shy but sassy. And his body. I moan as I remember how he pulled his cheeks apart, how the string of the panties went inside his crack. His ass is something else.

"Damn, brother. Calm down," I hear one of my brothers say with an amused voice tone. "We're in the store and your dick is coming alive. I don't think people could handle seeing your bulge."

"Fuck off," I look to my right side, cussing at my brother. Harry.

"I'm just saying," he smirks, nodding to my crotch. I follow his gaze and see that, indeed, I'm aroused and my erection is showing big time. Edward chose this moment to show himself.

"I showed Mr Bianchi a picture of Louis
He says he will immediately start looking for a suit that will fit Lou — Are you horny, Marcel?" he chuckles.

"Who did you think about? Bet it was Louis."

"Of course it was Louis!" I exclaim. "It's always Louis. You know that."

"Of course we know. All of us beat our meat to the sight of that boy," Edward shamelessly says but it sounds so awkward and wrong. Harry laughs at him.

"Yes, we all masturbate to Louis. He's sexy and his pictures in the Playbunnies are mmm," Harry moans to expand his point.

"Hopefully, we can be together. All of us," Edward says. He doesn't usually show his softer side, it isn't good for his line of business but we are his brothers. Family. He can do that with us.

"Seeing how eager he was before, I bet he would jump in the relationship with us, be it romantic or sexual," I say.

"Ragazzi! Che bello vedere voi tre insieme. Non sei qui da molto tempo," Mr Bianchi says as he comes to us. (A/N: Italian is translated with Google translator and we all know it doesn't translate everything right so...) (Boys! How nice to see you three together. You haven't been here in a long time.)

Pablo Bianchi is an older man, pure Italian and it's visible on him, too — he looks like stereotypical Italian. He's been working as a tailor for most of his life. His passions are suits and dresses, although he has shop only for suits. We've been buying our clothes at his stores — his daughter Angela owns a unisex informal clothes shop. She is happily married to Victoria and they have twins.

They're practically our family.

"Ciao, signor Bianchi. Siamo stati impegnati," I say to him, smiling. He smiles back, laughing his famous laugh. (Hello, Mr Bianchi. We've been busy.)

"Always so formal, non ce n'è bisogno," he says, half English half Italian. (No need for that.)

"Pablo, non devi imparare l'inglese per noi," Harry says to the man, smiling at his, honestly, adorable accent. (Pablo, you don't have to learn English for us.)

"No, no. I want. It also good for business."

"As you wish, Pablo," I say and bow a bit, showing my respect.

"Così educato, così educato. Troverai un ragazzo in pochissimo tempo, " he mumbles to himself as he beckons us to follow him to see the suits he chose for Louis. (So polite, so polite. You'll find a boyfriend in no time.)

"Stiamo pensando di chiedere a Louis di essere il nostro ragazzo," Harry says. I send him a death glare. How can he say that to Pablo? What will he think, three brothers dating one guy? (We're thinking about asking Louis to be our boyfriend.)

"Niente merda, Sherlock. Ho pensato che andreste tutti ad un appuntamento con questo Louis." (No shit, Sherlock. I figured you all are going on a date with this Louis."

"How?" I ask in English, forgetting we're talking in Italian out of shock he knows.

"You three wouldn't be here together if not. Why you three need to see one suit if not all three want to like it," Pablo says in broken English. I have to admit, he's doing pretty well considering he started learning it a few weeks ago.

He shows us five suits; darker blue, black, dark red, dark red with rectangles which have black and yellow bridles and blue with the same pattern. I almost chuckle at the size, it looks like it's small or extra small. Louis is so tiny. I imagine Louis in all of them, and to have to say: blue.

"I think the blue one is perfect," I voice my thoughts.

"I agree," Harry says. Edward looks at them for some more and then nods.

"Yes, the blue will fit him well."

"Grande! Let me take the one in the plastic bag." (Great!)

He gave us a packed suit, we paid him the full price — even though he insisted we don't have to — and now we're on our way to our mansion so we can get ready. We leave the suit in the car so our driver can bring it to Louis.

"No peaking," Edward warns him. "That's our boy."

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When it's 10 minutes to 19, we head to Louis' hotel. I text him when we are close and sigh with excitement and nervousness.

"Where are we going?" I ask Harry.

"Since it's Monday, not a lot of 5-star restaurants are working, you know that. But I got us a reservation in Le petite Mila, the owners are one of my clients."

"Nice. They have great food and staff," I comment.

"Sirs, we're here," the driver says. We step out of the car, waiting for Louis to walk out. We got some stares, nothing new. Girls giggle as they watch us and guys look at us with envy. Then the beauty comes out.

The suit Louis is wearing fits almost perfectly, his pants would be a bit big if there aren't for his round ass. The shirt is tucked in the pants, but not so much that it looks straight — he made it look baggy. The suit jacket is around his shoulders, resting there. He blushes at our stares and shyly comes to us.

"Hi," he whispers.

"You look handsome," Harry compliments.

"No as you three," he says as he checks us out. Edward has his usual black suit that leaves no imagination in his lower area. Harry has the dark purple suit that he loves so much while I have dark red.

"Nope, you're definitely more handsome and pretty."

Louis blushes, looking down. I can tell he isn't used to compliments which is weird considering his profession.

"Don't do that," I warn, making him look up in confusion. "Don't look shy when you get compliments. They speak the truth."

"I don't get that many compliments when I'm not..."

"When your not...?" I encourage him to speak.

"When I'm not doing something sexual," he mumbles quietly but luckily we hear him. Edward almost growls out.

"What do you mean by that?"

"This is so uncomfortable," Louis whispers. "When I'm not having sex or taking pictures for Playbunnies and magazines. No one usually compliments unless they want something."

"Then they're blind," Edward says and Harry and I nod.

"And they're using you," I add.

"We won't do that to you," Harry promise.

"I know. You're taking me on a date. My sugar daddies didn't do that," he smiles but then slams his hand over his mouth. Sugar daddies?

"Sugar daddies?" Harry asks, slightly intrigued. Louis removes his hand from his mouth, even redder in his face than before.

"I had sugar daddies, we broke it off when I came to Italy. We had the usual sugar daddy / baby relationship. I pleased them and they let me use their money, they bought me stuff."

"Why would you do that? I'm not judging, I'm interested. I've never known someone in that relationship," Harry explain his question so Louis wouldn't get the wrong idea.

"I love sex. And I needed money. Don't worry, they always wore condoms and we got tested for diseases every few weeks. I'm clean as this suit," he smiles.

"We're clean too," Harry comments.

"Good to know,'' Louis bite his lips.

"Are you still interested in that?" I can't help but ask.

"With you?" he blushes. "I don't want to make myself look like a slut but I've wanted you since I saw you in that room. You're the ones who want to take me on dates to get to know me. I would do sexual things with you and gradually get to know you through our time together. This is new to me."

"We can still do that if you want," Edward eagerly says, licking his lips. He's looking at Louis with a hungry look, making it known he wants to fuck him.

"I don't want our relationship to be based on sex," I hear myself say.

"It won't," Louis assures. We'd just hurry a bit us with the sex. We can still go on dates and everything. You can ask me to be your boyfriend. You'd be my first real boyfriends," he says with a blush.

"You easily blush," Harry comments.

"I'd still want to get to know you before we do anything sexual," I say. "So let's get in the car and go to the restaurant," I smile.

Louis nods, commenting how we are gentlemen as we slightly bow at his when he's going in the car. We enter after him, I close the door.

"Where are we going?"

"Le petite Mila."

"No," he blurts out, confusing us.

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