"Oh thank god." The air was cold against the wet lace and the sudden change sent a shiver up Newt's spine. His erection stood proudly now beneath the pink lace and after the warm pressure of the nylons against his skin, he felt positively naked without them. He wiggled down into the sheets and enjoyed air up his skirt.

Newt tossed his glasses to the bedside table.

So, maybe he had some fun with a plug while waiting--not TOO much fun, but he hadn't exactly expected Hermann to be patient and if stretching beforehand meant Hermann could have his way with him sooner, and be more amenable to future costume-wearing plans, Newt was definitely all for it.

"Why don't you stick a few fingers in me and find out?"