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“What’s wrong, pretty boy?” Billy asked.
He peered over the top of the book he’d been reading out loud from, to pin Steve with a sharp look. The older boy had been squirming non stop on Billy’s bed and it was getting distracting. Steve heaved a sigh and stopped wriggling, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt instead.
“Nothing,” he mumbled quietly, dropping his gaze from Billy’s.
“What? Is Pride and Prejudice not good enough for you?” Billy teased, dog earring the page they were on and setting the well worn copy on his desk.
“It’s nothing,” Steve insisted.
Billy watched the older boy’s eyes dart to the open door.
“Clearly it’s not nothing if it’s got your panties in a twist this much,” Billy chuckled.
“Billy,” Steve whined under his breath, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in Billy’s quilt.
The younger boy let his feet drop from where they’d been resting on the bed next to Steve and sat up a little straighter in his chair. He glanced out of the open doorway and strained to listen for any movement but heard nothing. He leaned forward so that his face was right next to Steve’s head.
“Baby doll, tell me what’s wrong,” he whispered.
Steve just groaned into the quilt and didn’t move. Billy heaved a long suffering sigh and sat back in his chair, contemplating. He didn’t need to read the next 5 chapters to do his homework assignment, he’d read the book enough times to have it nearly memorized. Steve however, had never even picked the book up, much less read it, and was supposed to be keeping up with Billy’s senior year homework to help make his impending time at community college a little easier.
“Steve,” Billy insisted, keeping his voice low but serious.
The older boy turned his head enough to peek up at Billy with one wide eye, his cheek flushed red.
“Shut the door, please?” Steve requested, voice quiet.
Billy nodded and made his way to the door, shutting it softly. He then took a couple of steps to his bed and climbed into it, settling so that he was on his side and curled around Steve. The older boy rolled onto his side as well, shuffling until his back was pressed against Billy’s chest and pulled the younger boy’s arm around him. Billy hummed and dropped a kiss into Steve’s hair.
“Talk to me, Goose,” Billy murmured against the back of the older boy’s head.
Steve huffed a quiet laugh before tangling his fingers with Billy’s over his stomach.
“I did something this weekend,” Steve whispered, voice barely reaching Billy despite their proximity.
“Yeah?” Billy asked, forcing himself to relax and remember that Steve loved him and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.
“Yeah,” Steve breathed. “Went shopping with Robin and she dared me to do something kinda crazy.”
“O-kay,” Billy was very confused about where the older boy was going with this.
“She - well, I - I - we -“ Steve groaned in frustration and tried to roll over onto his stomach again, but Billy just squeezed the older boy to his chest even tighter.
“Shhh,” Billy soothed, nosing at the back of the older boy’s ear. “Take your time.”
The older boy let out a defeated breath and slumped against Billy’s chest. The younger boy stroked a finger along Steve’s belly, through his shirt. He felt the itch to bolt and do something with how keyed up Steve was but knew that wouldn’t help either of them get to the bottom of whatever was bothering the older boy. He felt Steve slowly relax against him and dropped another kiss into the older boy’s hair as the brunette calmed down.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Billy told him.
“I don’t know where to start,” Steve whispered, his voice cracking a bit.
“Explain it however it makes sense to you,” Billy encouraged. “I’m listening.”
Steve sighed and squeezed Billy’s hand tight to his stomach. Billy hooked his chin over the older boy’s shoulder and kept his breathing deep and slow. His breath involuntarily hitched as Steve started unbuttoning his pants with his free hand.
“Sweetheart, what -“
Billy cut off as the older boy used their interconnected fingers to push Billy’s hand down the front of Steve’s pants. Billy gasped as his calloused fingertips snagged against silky material. He pushed up onto his free hand to get a better look and saw the delicate band of what looked like red, satin panties peeking out of the top of the older boy’s jeans.
“Doll,” Billy breathed, shock coursing through his body.
“Do you hate them?” Steve asked, his voice small, as he peered up at Billy who couldn’t take his eyes off the sight below him.
“I - I don’t know,” Billy admitted, curling his fingers around Steve’s soft dick in the silky material.
He watched as Steve’s eyes fluttered closed and the older boy hummed under his breath. Steve arched his hips to push his cock a little more insistently into Billy’s hand. While Billy was fascinated by the feel of Steve’s dick slowly hardening under the soft material, he needed more information and he needed it right then.
“Okay, pretty boy, explain with words now,” Billy demanded gently, swiping his thumb over the head of Steve’s dick.
Steve shuddered but nodded his head, stilling the subtle rock of his hips and relaxing back into Billy again. He pulled his hand off of Billy’s where he’d been holding the younger boy’s against the silky material and gripped Billy’s forearm instead.
“I went - I went shopping with Robin this weekend,” Steve started explaining quietly. “She dared me to try on panties, and - and I did.”
“Okay.” Billy nodded, settling on his side again in order to bury his nose in the back of Steve’s hair as he gently swiped his thumb along the older boy’s steadily hardening dick.
“I - I - I -“ Steve huffed in frustration as he failed to find the words.
“Breathe,” Billy mumbled against the back of the older boy’s hair, smiling when he felt Steve inhale and exhale deeply.
“I liked it,” Steve whispered, so quietly that Billy almost missed it.
“Yeah?” Billy asked, trying to subtly press for more information.
“Yeah,” Steve breathed, his hips hitching unconsciously against Billy’s palm as he began to leak inside of the panties.
“How do you like it, sweetheart?” Billy questioned, trying to figure out what to even do with this information.
The panties seemed to be working for Steve, if the way just a few strokes and presses of Billy’s hand already had him steadily dripping pre-come was any indication. Billy just wasn’t sure if his own slowly hardening cock was a reaction to Steve being turned on, Steve in panties, or if it even really mattered as long as he was getting hard too. He had never been interested in girls and their soft pretty clothes, it had never appealed to him. Billy liked seeing Steve in his little briefs, loved it in fact. Would he like Steve in women’s panties too?
“I liked just wearing them,” Steve answered. “Then I thought about you fucking me while I was wearing them.”
“O- kay.” Billy dragged out the end of the word as he tried to quickly figure out how he felt about it.
He still didn’t know but he knew he’d be willing to try anything if it added to Steve’s happiness. As he was trying to parse out exactly how to explain to the older boy that he was unsure but willing to give it a go, he felt Steve squirm uncomfortably against him again. It had the added benefit of pushing the older boy’s hard dick into Billy’s hand even more and making his own cock even harder, but the younger boy knew that wasn’t the goal. Steve was still anxious about something.
“What else?” Billy asked gently.
“I - I don’t -“ Steve whimpered and buried his face in the quilt as much as he could, rocking gently into Billy’s hand.
“I’ll get us both off if you tell me, doll,” Billy encouraged.
Steve nodded and exhaled sharply, turning his head so that his cheek rather than his whole face was pressed into the quilt.
“When I thought about you fucking me in the panties, it reminded me of that time you called my hole a pussy. I really liked it,” Steve croaked out the last sentence as if it pained him to admit it.
Billy slammed his eyes closed and worked hard to keep himself from freezing against the older boy’s back. He forced himself to continue stroking his thumb over the wet head of the older boy’s dick, through the panties, as he internally stressed. Billy was undoubtedly gay. He knew he didn’t like vaginas. He’d been kidding when he made the comment because he’d just eaten the older boy out for the first time. What the fuck was he supposed to do with this information?
“I know you don’t like girls!” Steve rushed out, hand clamping tight around Billy’s forearm. “I’m not asking you to try either, I get it if it’s too weird or if you’re just not into it.”
That was the thing, though. Steve rarely, if ever, asked for anything. He was always obliging to whatever Billy, or the kids, or Robin wanted to do. Billy was always trying to figure out what Steve wanted or jumping on the opportunity when the older boy indicated any interest or preference for something. He might have been feeling unsure about whether or not he’d be into it, but Billy knew that he’d be willing to try anything if Steve asked.
“Fuck it,” Billy decided, gripping the older boy’s cock tight through the panties. “If it gets you this wet, this quick, I want to try it.”
“Billy,” Steve whined, still anxious. “You don’t like pussy, why would you want to pretend to be fucking a girl.”
“I wouldn’t be pretending to fuck some girl though,” Billy reassured him. “I’d be fucking you while you’re wearing some sexy ass panties and just calling your hole something a little different.”
“Billy, no,” Steve huffed. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“Steve,” Billy exhaled, trying to convince the older boy of just how serious he was. “If we get into it and I don’t like it, I’ll say something.”
“Promise?” Steve asked, voice quiet.
“Promise,” Billy agreed, dropping a kiss into the older boy’s hair. “Besides, fucking you isn’t really a hardship no matter what you’re wearing and no matter what I’m calling your ass.”
Steve buried his chuckle into the quilt and snuggled back into Billy’s chest, his ass brushing up against the younger boy’s hard dick.
“Fuck, pretty boy,” Billy groaned, burying his face into the nape of the older boy’s neck. “Can’t fuck you right now, everyone’s home.”
He rutted against Steve’s ass a few times to try and relieve the pressure in his jeans, the denim rubbing roughly against his cock. Billy rubbed the heel of his palm against the older boy’s shaft and panted at the answering, muffled, moan. He pushed Steve’s jeans down so that all of the red, silky panties were exposed and was delighted when he felt his dick twitch at the sight. This might just work out.
“This weekend then?” Steve gasped, pushing into the younger boy’s hand before rubbing back against Billy’s clothed cock.
“Yeah,” Billy breathed against the back of the older boy’s head. “Yeah, this weekend.”
He yanked his hand away from the panties that were steadily getting soaked with Steve’s pre-come, ignoring the older boy’s whimper of protest. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before shoving them down his thighs and then plastering himself against the older boy. He groaned softly at the slide of his now exposed cock against the silk of Steve’s panty clad ass and returned his hand to rubbing against the older boy’s dick through the material.
“C’mere, sweetheart,” Billy encouraged, shuffling even closer to the older boy. “Lemme just -“
Once Steve was snug against him, Billy rolled his hips, his cock gliding easily across the silky fabric.
“Yeah,” Billy groaned.
“Baby,” Steve whined, voice near unintelligible with his face pressed into the bedding, rocking against the younger boy and his hand.
“That’s it, doll,” Billy encouraged, fucking a little more insistently against Steve, the material gentle and soft against his hard dick.
Steve buried his face further into the quilt and whined brokenly as Billy’s thrusting pushed his cock more insistently into the younger boy’s grip. Billy was fascinated with the way the silk, wet with Steve’s pre-come, seemed to stick to the older boy’s cock head. He already knew that once was not going to be enough for him. Billy was going to want this again and again. He hoped Steve was as into this as the older boy seemed to think he was going to be.
“You like it?” Steve whimpered, his cheek now pressed to the quilt so he could breathe a little easier.
“Fuck, yeah,” Billy moaned, quietly, grinding his cock rough and quick against the older boy’s ass.
He squeezed Steve’s cock a little more insistently and hissed at the noisy, choked off groan the older boy let out. Billy used his free hand to pull a pillow down towards Steve’s face.
“Bite into it, pretty boy,” Billy encouraged, his rhythm never faltering.
Steve whined and buried his face into the pillow, biting into it as the younger boy instructed. Billy knew they needed to be quick about this. John was in his room down the hall and El and Will were downstairs in their own basement rooms. Any one of them could come knocking at any moment. He moved his head so that he was breathing right into the older boy’s ear.
“Feel how hard you make me, sweetheart?” Billy asked, groaning at the slick slide of his cock against the silk. “It’s ‘cause you look so pretty in these panties.”
Steve moaned and rubbed his face against the pillow. Billy’s breath stuttered as the older boy started rocking back against him, the head of his dick snagging on Steve’s hole through the silk. He started jerking the older boy’s cock through the material rather than just rubbing against it, picking up the pace of his harsh grinds too. Billy breathed in deeply through his nose and gathered up all of his courage to speak a sentence he never thought he’d utter in his entire life.
“Yeah, feel me rubbing against your pussy, baby doll?”
Steve wailed into the pillow, body freezing, and Billy felt the wet warmth of Steve’s orgasm soak the front of the panties. He buried a moan into the side of the older boy’s face before his breath caught and he shook as fire roared through his veins and he painted the back of Steve’s panties with his own come. Billy moved his hand away from the older boy’s soft dick and rubbed at Steve’s belly as he regained his breath. He let his hips continue to rock softly against the older boy, his slowly softening cock dragging through his own come and spreading it across the silk.
“So, this weekend, yeah?” Billy questioned, panting against Steve's jaw.
Billy didn’t need to see the older boy’s face to know there was a dazed grin painted across it.
“Yeah,” Steve breathed, still in awe. “This weekend.”
***
Billy let out a deep exhale as he kicked off his converse in the foyer, locking the red double doors behind him. He tossed his keys into the bowl on the little table and paused as he realized he couldn’t hear any movement in the house despite all of the lights being on.
“Baby doll?” Billy called out into the well-lit, seemingly empty house.
He smiled as he heard footsteps up above before Steve came thundering down the stairs, vibrating with excitement. He looked cozy in the soft sweats and sweater, hair soft and loose around his face.
“Holy shit, took you long enough,” he griped before leaping at Billy and pulling him into a bruising kiss.
Billy chuckled into the kiss before spinning them around and pinning the older boy to the front doors.
“Had to go home and shower first,” he mumbled against Steve’s lips. “Figured you’d appreciate me not being covered in grease, you brat.”
He slid his hands down the older boy’s hips and ass before pawing at the backs of Steve’s thighs, encouraging him to jump. Once the older boy’s legs were wrapped securely around his waist, he moved one hand back up to Steve’s ass and pawed at him through the soft, worn material of the sweats to see if he could feel anything underneath.
“You wearing them already?” Billy asked, nipping at the older boy’s bottom lip.
“Uh-uh,” Steve breathed into their kiss, groaning as the younger boy squeezed his cheek with a harsh grip. “Knew I’d get all wet if I had to sit around waiting for you while wearing them.”
Billy moaned and rocked their hips together gently as he licked into the older boy’s mouth.
“Okay, okay,” he hissed as he felt himself start to fill with the way his hips rolled against Steve’s. “What a wet fucking dream that would be though. Coming home to you all dolled up and soaked like a naughty housewife.”
Steve moaned and ground against the younger boy, pulling him back in for a wet and messy kiss. The older boy whined as Billy pulled away and planted a kiss on his jaw.
“Behave, okay.” Billy demanded. “Don’t wanna drop you, sweetheart.”
The older boy nodded and settled for peppering Billy’s neck with light, sweet kisses as he walked them up the stairs. The way their hips knocked together with each step had Steve releasing small whimpers into the younger boy’s heated skin. As they reached the doorway of Steve’s bedroom, Billy pushed the older boy’s back against the jamb and shoved his tongue into the brunette’s mouth. Billy let himself get carried away in the kiss until Steve was pulling back and trying to wriggle out of his grip. The younger boy let Steve down after sucking on the older boy’s bottom lip one last time.
“I gotta go get dressed,” Steve whispered, warm brown eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he rubbed his palms against Billy’s chest.
Billy nodded before stealing a few more kisses, humming as the older boy melted against him. He pulled away and smacked Steve’s ass lightly, grinning at the older boy’s yelp. He watched Steve’s ass shift under the sweats as he walked into the en suite, palming himself as he imagined what was to come.
Once the door to the bathroom shut, Billy got to work undressing himself and folding his clothes to put away on top of the dresser. He let himself sprawl out on top of the covers, hand behind his head as he waited for the older boy to reemerge. As time went on, and Steve still hadn’t come back into the room, Billy started picturing what kind of panties could be so complicated that it took this long to change into them.
That line of thinking led to him picturing Steve in said panties and he couldn’t help but let one of his hands drift to his cock to start stroking it lightly. He hadn’t gotten the opportunity to see the older boy in his red silk panties, properly, earlier that week. He continued to stroke himself without purpose as he tried to guess what color Steve would come out in tonight, what material, what pattern. Each image had Billy growing steadily harder until his dick was completely hard and verging on painful. He grunted as he stroked a thumb under the head, stomach muscles clenching at the heat that sent through his stomach. Finally he heard the click of the bathroom door opening.
“Holy fucking shit,” Billy breathed, his hand squeezing tight at the base of his cock to stop himself from shooting off at the sight in front of him.
“What do you think?” Steve asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I think -“ Billy’s throat clicked and he had to swallow a couple of times before he could continue. “I think you’ve never looked prettier.”
He wasn’t lying. He’d always thought Steve was painfully pretty. Seeing the older boy’s cock tenting red lace panties, his slim hips hugged by a red lace garter, and red mesh and lace stockings climbing up his slim, pale thighs had Billy wanting to pinch himself. The younger boy was prepared to get on his knees and pray to have the image of Steve standing there, all wrapped up in lingerie, burned into the forefront of his mind forever.
“You really think so?” The older boy peered up through his hair, shyly, his fingers working nervously against the lace edges of his stockings.
“I really think so,” Billy croaked. “C’mere, baby doll.”
Steve slowly made his way over to the bed before crawling onto it and settling on Billy’s hips, thighs splayed wide, his hands resting on the younger boy’s chest for balance. Billy let his hands trail up and down the soft mesh material encasing the older boy’s thighs, humming at the shivers that seemed to spark in the older boy. Never, in his life, did he think he’d be into women’s underwear, but Steve all dolled up like this was definitely doing it for him.
“Promise you actually like it?” Steve questioned, his hands rubbing nervously against the younger boy’s chest.
Billy let one of his hands trail up to the waistband of the panties, marveling at how his calluses caught on the soft lace and mesh along the way. He pulled the waistband away from the older boy’s skin before letting it snap back against his hip. Billy groaned at the soft noise Steve made and thumbed lightly at the older boy’s dick through the lace.
“I promise I fucking love it, princess,” Billy moaned.
“Good.” Steve grinned filthily. “‘Cause I’ve been thinking about this all week and I’m already so fucking wet.”
The younger boy’s brow furrowed in confusion as he thumbed against the head of Steve’s cock a little more insistently. It was half hard but there was no wet patch in the lace from pre-come quite yet. The older boy wasn’t dripping the way he does when he was fully hard.
His mouth dropped open as it finally hit him. He slipped his hand down the back of Steve’s panties and dipped his finger into the older boy’s hole, already loose and drenched in lube. He groaned as Steve’s breath hitched and he started rocking back against Billy’s finger.
“Oh, princess,” Billy breathed before sinking another finger inside of the older boy, grunting when there was no resistance.
“Shit! Yes,” Steve moaned as he started to bounce lightly on the younger boy’s fingers.
“You gonna ride me, doll?” Billy asked, curling his fingers to brush just short of the older boy’s prostate.
“Yeah,” Steve whined, nodding jerkily as he tried to get Billy’s fingers a little deeper, spreading his thighs as wide as they would go.
Billy stroked his free hand along the soft mesh stocking, taking note of how tight the older boy’s thighs were with how they were spread.
“Gonna let me fuck your pussy?” Billy questioned, letting his fingers finally nudge up against Steve’s prostate.
“Fuck! Yes, baby, yes,” Steve groaned, voice high and strained. “Please, baby, want your cock in my pussy.”
Billy grunted, his dick twitching at the words. It shouldn’t be doing it for him, but the words had fire burning through his veins. He pulled his fingers out of the older boy and pulled the material of the panties to the side so that Steve’s hole was exposed. His breath stuttered as the older boy shuffled up and back so that he could sink down onto the younger boy’s cock. Billy had to clench his eyes shut so he couldn’t watch the older boy’s face as he heard the loud squelch of the lube as he bottomed out. Steve had used so fucking much it was leaking out around his dick.
He slowly let his eyes drift back open and his gaze immediately locked on Steve’s bright red face, doe eyes wide and wet, jaw dropped open around a silent cry. Billy shuffled to plant his feet on the bed, hissing as the older boy’s nails scrabbled against his chest, catching on his nipples.
“ Billy - I - ba - st - I -” Steve screwed his eyes shut as he struggled to find words, thighs clenching tight around the younger boy’s hips.
The older boy gasped as he lifted one of his hands away from Billy’s chest to rip the younger boy’s hand off of his thigh and tangled their fingers together. He was gasping for air, squeezing the younger boy’s fingers between his own as he pushed the palm of Billy’s hand against his heaving chest. The younger boy squeezed back and let the tips of his fingers stroke lightly at the patch of hair on Steve’s chest, the older boy was clearly overwhelmed.
“It’s okay baby doll, I’m right here,” Billy soothed.
Billy grunted as Steve started to settle and relax above him, his hole fluttering wildly around his cock.
“You’re really into this, huh?” Billy asked quietly as the older boy tried to catch his breath.
Steve nodded and squeezed Billy’s hand as his choppy breathing started to even out, chocolate brown eyes slowly fluttering open.
“Good, ‘cause your pussy feels like heaven,” Billy growled before snapping his hips quick and harsh, forcing the older boy’s body to bounce along with his rough thrusts.
Steve’s eyes clenched shut as he wailed and hunched forward, thighs suffocating around with how tight they were squeezing Billy’s hips. The younger boy groaned and continued rabbiting his hips against the older boy’s ass, the squelching from the excess lube obscene as his cock plunged in and out of Steve’s body.
“Yes, you fuck my pussy so good,” Steve whined, head dropping forward between his shoulders.
Billy moaned, thumbing the lace of the garter with the hand that still had the panties pulled to the side so he could slide in and out unhindered. He felt like he was burning alive with how hot this was.
“Harder,” Steve begged, tightening his grip around the younger boy’s fingers and pressing his palm to his chest a little tighter.
Billy grunted and tried to increase the force of his thrusts, struggling with the older boy’s weight on top of him.
“Baby, please, harder,” Steve cried, his voice ragged and desperate.
“Pretty boy, I -”
“No,” Steve whined, shaking his head slightly where it was still bowed so that the younger boy couldn’t see his eyes. “Not a boy.”
“Wha - okay, okay,” Billy searched frantically for a solution to what Steve just dropped on him and his inability to fuck the older boy any harder in that position. “You’re my - good - girl?”
“Yeah,” Steve whimpered in response to Billy’s halting question.
Billy felt an unexpected heat roil in his gut at that, and quit his harsh, quick thrusts to grind rough and dirty against Steve’s prostate. He grinned as he continued to press relentlessly against the older boy’s prostate until Steve started snapping his hips in quick, small movements. Billy whined as he saw the pre-come leaking through the lace of the older boy’s panties in fat, pearly drops.
“Okay, yeah, know you’re a good girl ‘cause you’re pussy’s so fucking tight,” Billy groaned before pulling his hand out of Steve’s and away from holding the panties to the side to grab the older boy’s waist and roll them over.
Steve wailed and wrapped his legs around Billy’s waist, stockings sliding along the smooth skin of his lower back. The younger dipped down to plant a quick kiss to Steve’s parted lips before reaching a hand down to pull the older boy’s panties to the side again. He watched as he pulled his hips back, his cock glistening with all of the lube the older boy had prepped himself with, before shoving back into Steve harshly. Billy smiled at the answering cry he got in response. The younger boy grabbed at one of Steve’s hands, locking their fingers together and pushing it into the mattress as he started pounding into the older boy like he’d been begging for.
“You like that, baby girl?” Billy asked, the smacking sound of their hips together barely discernible over the wet suction like noises from him fucking into the older boy’s wet hole.
“Ye-ah,” Steve moaned brokenly, his face crumpling at the new pet name, nails scrabbling along the younger boy’s back. “‘M so wet. Please, baby, ‘m so fucking wet.”
“Yeah?” Billy asked, his rhythm relentless and aching as he thrust into the older boy without abandon. “You like how I fuck your pussy, princess?’
“I love it!” Steve shoved his head back into the pillows, mouth wide around his choppy whines as he gasped for air, his brown doe eyes were wet, nearly spilling over with tears.
“God! Damn - it,” Billy groaned out brokenly as he fucked into the older boy a little more viciously.
He screwed his eyes shut tight, trying to spare himself from the sinful image beneath him for just a moment. Billy thought he might die just from the sensations of Steve hot and tight around him, the nylon stockings brushing against his waist and lower back, and the caress of lace against his hips and balls. If he opened his eyes and looked at the older boy again, he knew it’d be game over right then.
“Pussy’s so fucking tight, baby girl, ‘m gonna come,” Billy panted.
“Please, baby,” Steve whined, his legs clenching tighter around the younger boy. “Want you to fill my pussy.”
“Fuck! Yeah, okay,” Billy grunted, clenching his jaw at the sinful, wet heat clamping down around his dick with each thrust forward. “Gonna fill your pussy and you're gonna come in your pretty little panties, okay?”
“Okay,” Steve whimpered breathily.
“Rub yourself,” Billy demanded gruffly, watching the younger boy nod and comply, pre-come blurting messily through the lacy fabric. “Wanna see you squirt in your panties, baby girl.”
Steve froze with a sob, his shoulders hunched inwards, squeezing at Billy’s hand and rubbing lazily at his cock head. The younger boy watched in awe as come pulsed through lace and forcefully. Billy choked on his next breath as the fire inside him consumed him and he spilled hot and hard inside of Steve.
Billy shuddered, his cock still kicking slightly inside of the older boy even though he was no longer coming. As air raced back into his lungs, Steve lifted his hand away from his cock and wrapped it around the back of the younger boy’s neck to pull him more fully onto the older boy. Steve wrapped his legs a little tighter around the younger boy, mesh stockings sliding along Billy’s sweaty back. They both closed their eyes as they tried to calm their breathing, unable to speak for a few moments.
“Thank you.” Steve’s whisper broke the silence.
“Baby doll, I’d do anything for you, you know that, right?” Billy pulled his face back just enough to look into the older boy’s warm, chocolate eyes.
Steve nodded without hesitation and Billy felt warmth spread through his chest.
“It wasn’t too gross for you to call my hole a pussy or call me a girl?” Steve started biting his lip nervously until Billy thumbed at it, pulling it away from his teeth.
“No sweetheart, I loved it,” Billy reassured him, dropping a soft kiss to the older boy’s lips.
“Would you do it again?” Steve started stroking his thumb along the back of the younger boy’s neck.
“Hell yeah,” Billy chuckled. “Maybe not every time, but if you can’t tell -” Billy rocked his still softening dick deeper into the older boy causing Steve to whine and squeeze his legs around the younger boy’s hips. “I’m into it.”
“What about the panties?” Steve gasped out, eyes fluttering closed as Billy pushed his hips just that much harder.
“Wear ‘em whenever you want, pretty boy, you look incredible in them,” Billy whispered, slowly slipping his cock out of the older boy with a grunt before either of them could get hard again.
“Yeah?” Steve peered up at him shyly.
“Yeah,” Billy smiled, dropping a kiss to the tip of the older boy’s nose.
“Okay, good,” Steve breathed. “‘Cause I already bought 10 different pairs.”
A surprised laugh tore its way out of Billy’s chest as he looked down at the blushing boy beneath him. He was going to marry this boy.