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[Cont from https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/5869656.html?thread=2561564504#cmt2561564504]

Billy rolled his eyes at the text before tossing his phone into the passenger seat. He drove to the Harrington house, pulling up outside and parking next to the driveway. He slid a cigarette between his lips, lighting it and grabbing his phone before he started around the back of the house. He rounded the corner, smirking when he saw Steve sitting at the edge of the pool with his legs dipped in.

"Almost tempted to push you in. Just to get you all nice and wet." He teased as he called out, licking his lips before taking another drag off his cigarette. He hummed softly, kicking off his shoes as he walked closer. He was in jeans and a wife beater, but he tugged on his belt with a chuckle. "Gonna need to use a bathroom to change." He pulled his swim trunks out of his back pocket and swinging it in front of him. "Unless you'd rather I just change right here." He waved around, walking closer and nudging Steve lightly with his foot.

He took another drag, slowly exhaling before he spotted the bottle of liquor he'd asked Steve about, moving over and snagging it. He smiled wide, opening it and taking a long swig. He hummed, tilting his head back.

Date: 2019-07-23 06:32 am (UTC)
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"You're cruel," Steve watched, mouth going dry as the Sahara desert as he watched the other take off his pants and boxers in the most tantalizing way possible. There was no way anyone took off their clothes that slowly. Billy was doing it on purpose and he was doing it for him which was both annoying as fuck and hot as hell. And of course Steve had to watch. His eyes were glued to those boxers, then to the bronzed skin underneath. Billy knew exactly what he was doing.

Good thing he was drunk or he probably wouldn't have had the balls to go along with this. Not like he didn't want to because he really fucking wanted to but he knew that he wasn't supposed to. That this was exactly the kind of thing that would make his parents send his dumbass off to someplace expensive and remote. But looking Billy over, Steve decided to fuck the consequences.

He let Billy pull him in, a soft huff leaving him as they got close enough for him to reach out and touch-

-just a few fingers splayed out over Billy's chest, trailing down, down, down. "Maybe if you got on your knees, you'd find out." Apparently a combination of whiskey and tequila made him very bold.

Date: 2019-07-31 08:26 pm (UTC)
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What did he want? Wasn't that the dumb question of the night?

Everything was gone. No clothes. Just skin. Glorious warm skin that he could slide his fingers over. "I'd like to shut you up," but he knew that was half-hearted threat. Billy would know it too. The bite to his lip only fanned the fire already burning hot below his stomach. Steve grabbed at Billy's hips and pulled them flush against his own, moaning at the contact. Then Billy's hand has got itself around him and he's sure moaning like a whore the second he does. He has to bite his own lip and swallow any other noises so he could try to keep part of his dignity.

Is this even happening? He can't stop smirking, even as the other is slowly jerking him off. "I want to fuck you so hard until you forget your own name." He pauses, licked his lips and went on. "Or you fuck me. Either way, I want that ass."

Date: 2019-08-01 12:48 am (UTC)
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Steve made a face and valiant effort to look offended. "Shut it, Hargrove." But Billy was right. He liked it when Billy's mouth moved. It didn't matter if it was making snarky comments, lewd quips or if it was on cock, gliding effortlessly. But he'd been taught that he shouldn't like that, so it's a bit of a war going on his head. Though it's obvious which side is winning.

"I think you've been waiting awhile to get me in your mouth," he teased, moving one leg up to hook up and around the other's knee, keeping them together. The friction was intense but Steve kept his mouth parted open, panting and moaning a bit louder than before.

Want him? Wasn't that a surprise. "Mmm," he hummed, leaning his head back and just out of Billy's reach. "How bad? Hm? How bad do you want me?" Then he came back in and nipped at Billy's chin.

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