Calvin Klein Black Tuxedo Novels & Stories

"I just didn’t like the way she was talking to you." He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching as though holding back a grin. "Uh-huh. Sure." I groaned inwardly, realizing how ridiculous I sounded. "Let’s just find these tuxedos and be done with it, alright?" --- After what felt like hours, we finally made our way to the checkout counter. Alexander had decided on two different tuxedos—one classic black, and one more modern, dark navy blue—and three dress shirts to go with them. The store employees packed everything neatly into high-end garment bags, and Alexander turned to me.

"I just want to talk, that's all." I looked him over speculatively. He was adorned in a fine, deep blue velvet jacket etched in black and gold that fell down to the back of his knees. The material was so luxurious and rich, it looked heavy enough to weigh him down; however, he seemed to stand proud under it. The jacket was unbuttoned and pulled up higher on one shoulder than the other, almost as if he had quickly thrown it on, and underneath he had on a plain white tunic half tucked into tight black trousers. To complete his ensemble were a pair of sleek black riding boots that looked like they had never once stepped outside. I couldn't help but think he looked like a character had somehow s

“Yes sir, I- I understand.” “Fine,” Orion flashed a smile, tapping him on the shoulder once again, before going Seraphina in the car. “Shall we?” ¶¶¶ Calvin had never taken the gala seriously, and he planned on going there as casually as he could, but right after Elysia asked that question, he strode towards the mirror, scanning himself from head to toe, and after a dissatisfying sigh, he adjusted his tie, taking his suit off. He opened up his wardrobe, placing both hands on his waist as he scanned the wardrobe, looking for a particular suit to pick among the countless numbers that were there, and finally, he picked a black one, different from the navy blue he had taken off.

She saw those enchanting eyes of the man of her dreams. Sebastian Guevarra is looking so fine standing there in front of Kayla in the middle of the woods. Even at night you can still see what a handsome man he is. He is really addictive to look at. He’s just wearing a black tuxedo with a white long sleeve inner partnered with a black slacks and black shoes. His tuxedo was just hanging from his shoulders and the long sleeve was folded up to his elbows. Simple yet very very attractive.

Rich fabrics in deep jewel tones, elegant blacks, and shimmering metallics filled the space. "Feel free to browse, and let me know if you need any assistance," the assistant said before stepping back to give us some space. I turned to Dunlop, who was already eyeing a sleek black tuxedo displayed on a mannequin. "What do you think?" he asked, his fingers brushing the lapel. “It looks nice but this will look nicer” I pointed to another black brown tuxedo that would suit his color and tone better He looked over to where I was pointing and we both walked over. We touched the mayerial

Just as I was about to fall, a faint scent of oud wood enveloped me from behind. Leaning back against someone's firm chest, I turned my head around. Calvin steadied me and said calmly, "Careful." After that, he stayed behind me and used his arm to shield me from the crowd. It wasn't until he called my name when we got into the car that I snapped back to my senses. My gaze drifted back to the chest I had just leaned against instinctively. It was no wonder they said a black turtleneck was the sexiest shirt a man could wear. As expected of someone who worked out every morning, Calvin's pecs that were outlined beneath that thin black knit sweater were a form of blatant seduction.

It’ll only make things harder for him when I leave. I finish buttoning the white waistcoat of my three-piece tuxedo, grab my jacket and slip it on, smoothing out my lapels and collar. Once again Sebastian’s choices regarding my attire have been right on the money. The three piece-tuxedo he picked includes a white dress shirt and black jacket with white lapels and white satin lining with a black carnation sewn into the lapel along with mini gold chains hanging decoratively from the left breast pocket. A gold tie-clip adorns my black satin tie with another gold chain hanging decoratively from it. The white waistcoat buttons up diagonally with black satin buttons to give it a modern feel and is

Zane shucked his trousers, leaving himself in nothing but underwear. Seeing this, Trey pressed his hand to his heart and smiled. “You wore my favorites.” The boxer briefs were black Calvin Kleins with a white waistband. Zane preferred Hugo Boss, but Trey had fetishized the former brand during his teenage jack off days. Exploiting this, Zane teased his fingers under the stretchy band. “Why don’t you finish stripping and then help me?”

Inside the court, the guests sat quietly in their respective seats. From where I stood, I could see Calix under the ceremonial arch facing the altar. He was captivatingly handsome as always, dressed in an opulent black brocade tunic that fitted his broad frame. His tunic was adorned with beautiful golden embroidery in the shape of intertwining wolves and lunar sigils. Over the tunic, he wore a long, high-collared cloak made from the richest velvet. And beneath a pair of trousers made of dark, supple leather, neatly tucked into a pair of finely-polished knee-high black boots.

And then forgot how lungs worked. Because there, standing in my hallway under the dim yellow bulb, was Alex Best. In a tuxedo. I’m not talking about rental tux. I’m talking about a tailored midnight-black Armani, crisp white shirt, black silk bow tie, slim-fit jacket that hugged him in all the right places and whispered money with every line. He looked like a cover of Esquire had come to life. Hair neatly styled, a soft curl falling slightly out of place near his temple, like he didn’t even know how casually heart-stopping he was.