[ the healing has been the worst part. it hurts with nearly every movement, gator's piercing digging into his skin. he's learned to wear briefs now instead of boxers, just for protection against the pinches of discomfort. right now, however, that doesn't matter. it won't in a few weeks, anyway. then he'll be back to fucking billy, only this time the pleasure between them both will increase. gator knows this, as he can already feel it. lust tickles his skin, but he knows that if he gains an erection β it'll hurt worse.
so, tonight, he's enacting a plan he's had since before the piercing. something special, just for billy. something he'll never forget, something they can share together. he stands in the bathroom off of his room, door locked. he leans to the mirror, lipstick in his hand as he applies it to the lined corners of his mouth. he used to watch his father's wives get ready for sunday dinner β their hair, their makeup. he started helping them, just barely, before roy intervened and kept him out of the fun. but that knowledge is useful now, gator watching his reflection as he tilts his head this way and that. smooth-shaven, full face of makeup adorning his skin. his eyes are shadowed darkly and lined black, his mouth a shade of red, his cheeks pink.
he wonders just how billy will take this β will he be shocked? gator's unsure, but he knows that this is only fair. lingerie for lingerie, urge for urge. he wants to feel billy against him, wants to mouth on his body. he understands that if roy were to ever catch them like this β gator's eyes flick from the mirror. shame washes over him, gooseflesh raising as he doesn't bother looking at himself for a moment. if roy were to enter this bathroom, he'd hurt him beyond all reason. gator swallows, but he ultimate decides that's what locks are for. that's what closed doors are for. that's what privacy is for. roy is off-ranch tonight, so gator's taking this chance. it's a risk, a big one, but now that he glances at himself again β it'll be worth it.
lingerie β black, tight, lacy β is underneath his dress. it's short, right above the knee, cheetah print. the skirt of the lingerie peeks out, right over a pair of wide-hole fishnets that take on his legs. he sits on the edge of the tub, pulling on a pair of gator print kitten heels. he stands, wobbly at first, but he soon balances himself out, turning to look at his outfit. he then grabs a blonde wig β sliding it on and covering his gelled locks. he adjusts it, bangs falling across dark eyes. he keeps reminding himself that this is for billy. just billy. no one else needs to know. stepping out of the bathroom and making his way to his room, he's quiet, heels digging into the carpet of the landing. he then opens the door slowly, stepping into his and billy's shared bedroom. he closes the door, then locks it. he stands, seductive, legs crossed at the ankle. he looks like a dream. ]
Hey, baby.
[ his voice is breathy, light, like a summer breeze in the middle of the night. he steps from the door, heels taking him to the edge of the bed. he places his hands on his hips, looking down at billy. he smiles, red lips pouty, perfect. ]
[ Billy's only just woken up from a nap, and considering all they've dealt with in the last month or so, it's kind of miraculous that he's not panicking just because Gator isn't in the room with him. He knows he can't always be here, that he can't even always know where he is, but that doesn't stop him from worrying, from nightmares about being out in the barn, being separated. Right now, seeing his ballcap and jacket hanging up is enough to calm that fear. So he's on his phone, scrolling, content to lounge a while longer.
The bedroom door opens, and Billy raises his head, expecting Gator - only to jolt up at the sight of a leggy blonde in the doorway. But it only takes a second for him to realize it's Gator, confirmed by the familiarity of his voice, even if there's a different air to it.
He sits up against the pillows, lips parted, taking in the sight of him. Gator's always been so strict about gender roles - how could he not be, raised in this house? So Billy's his girl, his pussy, his woman, his wife. Even now, when they've come so far from where they started. He's always loved putting Billy in feminine things, but the idea of Gator embracing any of it himself? Billy could have never expected it. ]
Holy fuck.
[ Gator's heels click against the floor as he approaches the bed, and Billy can't help admiring how they accentuate his leg muscles. He can't help admiring all of him, really, grinning wide. ]
You're goddamn breathtaking, daddy. [ He raises his brows, chuckling softly. ] Or do you wanna be mommy tonight? Maybe - take your turn at being my babygirl?
[ Billy pushes himself forward a little, reaching out to run his hand up the side of Gator's thigh, over fishnets, lace, the fabric of his dress that hugs his body tight. ]
[ still airy, light. feminine. he reaches out, fingers twirling around one of billy's curls. he smiles, bright, but slow, red of his mouth slick and shiny. when billy touches him, gator leans into the touch, giving a soft gasp. he knows that he might not be able to enjoy this as much as he wants, but this isn't for him. it's one of the only times gator tillman wants billy to be pleased, happy. content. lifting billy's chin, they stare at each other. gator leans down, pressing a lipstick kiss to billy's cheek before he rights himself on his heels. ]
Go on, lay back. I'm gonna be whatever you want tonight - if you wanna call me mommy, go ahead. This pussy's for you.
[ he lifting his skirt just a bit, the lace of the lingerie shows - panties covering gator's cock, tight, and it feels better against the piercing. he takes billy's hand and rests it on his chest. ]
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so, tonight, he's enacting a plan he's had since before the piercing. something special, just for billy. something he'll never forget, something they can share together. he stands in the bathroom off of his room, door locked. he leans to the mirror, lipstick in his hand as he applies it to the lined corners of his mouth. he used to watch his father's wives get ready for sunday dinner β their hair, their makeup. he started helping them, just barely, before roy intervened and kept him out of the fun. but that knowledge is useful now, gator watching his reflection as he tilts his head this way and that. smooth-shaven, full face of makeup adorning his skin. his eyes are shadowed darkly and lined black, his mouth a shade of red, his cheeks pink.
he wonders just how billy will take this β will he be shocked? gator's unsure, but he knows that this is only fair. lingerie for lingerie, urge for urge. he wants to feel billy against him, wants to mouth on his body. he understands that if roy were to ever catch them like this β gator's eyes flick from the mirror. shame washes over him, gooseflesh raising as he doesn't bother looking at himself for a moment. if roy were to enter this bathroom, he'd hurt him beyond all reason. gator swallows, but he ultimate decides that's what locks are for. that's what closed doors are for. that's what privacy is for. roy is off-ranch tonight, so gator's taking this chance. it's a risk, a big one, but now that he glances at himself again β it'll be worth it.
lingerie β black, tight, lacy β is underneath his dress. it's short, right above the knee, cheetah print. the skirt of the lingerie peeks out, right over a pair of wide-hole fishnets that take on his legs. he sits on the edge of the tub, pulling on a pair of gator print kitten heels. he stands, wobbly at first, but he soon balances himself out, turning to look at his outfit. he then grabs a blonde wig β sliding it on and covering his gelled locks. he adjusts it, bangs falling across dark eyes. he keeps reminding himself that this is for billy. just billy. no one else needs to know. stepping out of the bathroom and making his way to his room, he's quiet, heels digging into the carpet of the landing. he then opens the door slowly, stepping into his and billy's shared bedroom. he closes the door, then locks it. he stands, seductive, legs crossed at the ankle. he looks like a dream. ]
Hey, baby.
[ his voice is breathy, light, like a summer breeze in the middle of the night. he steps from the door, heels taking him to the edge of the bed. he places his hands on his hips, looking down at billy. he smiles, red lips pouty, perfect. ]
You gonna say somethin' sweet to me?
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The bedroom door opens, and Billy raises his head, expecting Gator - only to jolt up at the sight of a leggy blonde in the doorway. But it only takes a second for him to realize it's Gator, confirmed by the familiarity of his voice, even if there's a different air to it.
He sits up against the pillows, lips parted, taking in the sight of him. Gator's always been so strict about gender roles - how could he not be, raised in this house? So Billy's his girl, his pussy, his woman, his wife. Even now, when they've come so far from where they started. He's always loved putting Billy in feminine things, but the idea of Gator embracing any of it himself? Billy could have never expected it. ]
Holy fuck.
[ Gator's heels click against the floor as he approaches the bed, and Billy can't help admiring how they accentuate his leg muscles. He can't help admiring all of him, really, grinning wide. ]
You're goddamn breathtaking, daddy. [ He raises his brows, chuckling softly. ] Or do you wanna be mommy tonight? Maybe - take your turn at being my babygirl?
[ Billy pushes himself forward a little, reaching out to run his hand up the side of Gator's thigh, over fishnets, lace, the fabric of his dress that hugs his body tight. ]
You're so pretty for me.
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[ still airy, light. feminine. he reaches out, fingers twirling around one of billy's curls. he smiles, bright, but slow, red of his mouth slick and shiny. when billy touches him, gator leans into the touch, giving a soft gasp. he knows that he might not be able to enjoy this as much as he wants, but this isn't for him. it's one of the only times gator tillman wants billy to be pleased, happy. content. lifting billy's chin, they stare at each other. gator leans down, pressing a lipstick kiss to billy's cheek before he rights himself on his heels. ]
Go on, lay back. I'm gonna be whatever you want tonight - if you wanna call me mommy, go ahead. This pussy's for you.
[ he lifting his skirt just a bit, the lace of the lingerie shows - panties covering gator's cock, tight, and it feels better against the piercing. he takes billy's hand and rests it on his chest. ]
Don't you want it, baby?