[ 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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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?