[It's a real pathetic whine, but alas, off Steve goes from his grasp. It's fine, it's fine. What's just as good as bare boobies? Laced up boobies. This is also a win. ]
You're a goddamn cocktease. Fine.
[He'll wait on the couch. If his shirt is missing when Steve's done, well. Maybe it's hot. ]
I'm not a cocktease, you're perpetually horny. Usually it's flattering but today my pecs are swinging around so I'm a little distracted.
[ Steve tosses her coat at Billy then, every bit as unselfconscious as usual, she strips her tshirt off and stands there half-naked glaring at the lingerie piles. It's all very nicely folded but she ferrets through with a grumble, bringing pieces of this and that up to measure them against the size of her significantly larger-than-usual tits. ]
[He's ignoring the truth, because well. Yes, it's true. He is leaning onto an elbow, watching Steve strip and sigh and pillage through his carefully folded pile with a leer, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he grins.
They're real nice, is the thing, and most of what Billy gets in the mail is designed to be as slutty and useless as possible in the support department. Some are fine, but then again, he's got nothing to support.
After a while - and he's good, he gives Steve a solid five minutes of peace - he's up again, slipping up behind her to wrap his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. Presses a nice little kiss against Steve's cheek. ] None of 'em are gonna fit right, but they'll keep 'em up.
[The view is better here, looking down at the swell of them where they hang and bounce a little, and sue him, he's a just a man. A man who knows they'd look pretty bouncing if Steve rode him.
He presses another chaste little kiss to Steve's jaw, murmurs against her ear:] I mean, I could hold 'em up too.
[ Steve thinks she's found a blue thing that might work, concentrating on finding some panties that aren't chafing boxers like the pair she's currently wearing. She sees Billy move closer in her peripheral vision and sags back against him with a sigh of defeat, folding her arms over his as she leans into the nuzzling. ]
Fine. I'm cold, man.
[ Steve shivers for effect. She is chilly without a shirt and maybe Billy is a pleasant furnace of bare skin behind, that's just coincidental. ]
[His victorious snicker and his mean snicker sound alike, but he's kissing Steve's shoulder, squeezing her tight to pull her against the heat of his own bare chest and then unwinds his arms from hers to cup under each breast with his palms, lifting them up, thumbs slipping against the nipples completely, totally on accident. ]
The blue's nice, [Is what he says, which is true. Less racy, more silk. ] There's matching shorts, somewhere. Probably have one of your sweaters in the same colour.
[ That has her squirming, back arching to get into his hands that she covers with her own, far too sensitive not to squeak a bit. It's practically instantaneous, the way he makes her nipples hard and has Steve gasping in surprise. ]
[He hums, presses a kiss against her neck. Moves his thumbs again, a little meanly and presses forward, hips to back. No one ever said Billy was subtle. ] They sensitive?
[Figures yeah, if only because of the newness and those hard buds don't lie. He refrains from being immature about it, but he does squeeze gently. Testing. ]
Jesus. You turned me into your own personal babygirl and you're still surprised this body is everything you could want?
[ Steve whines under all the attention to her over-sensitive boobs by way of an answer, swatting those hands away, and twists around to wrap her arms around Billy's neck so she can kiss him quiet. What an idiot. She leans into his warmth, chasing it, and pulls on his hair. ]
I'm innocent, [he says, already misses the feel of them in his hands. But they press skin to skin and Billy licks into the kiss, slips his hands down to grip at her ass and pulls her closer. The warm, lazy build of desire starts to bloom properly in his gut, the way it always does when Steve's this close. The way it does when either Eddie or Steve get rough with his hair.
Tits or no tits, Steve's always perfect - he murmurs as much between kisses, backing her up against the counter. He kisses her lazy, dips down to kiss along her jaw, nips lightly at her neck, hands gliding to his hips and then her waist. Never subtle. ] You think you'll come as much as a girl does if I eat you out?
[ Steve is a sucker for hearing she's always considered perfect, entirely believing Billy because he's way too honest when it comes to getting what he wants. As she lets the desire build and tilts her jaw so his kisses can roam down her neck, she sighs and rakes her nails from his hair down Billy's chest. She can't help sounding a little dozy, arching into Billy with her hips as his hands travel her new curves. ]
Holy shit, I think I'm getting wet.
[ It's not like getting hard, it doesn't feel as direct, but it's still good and Steve hums as she pulls Billy closer. ]
Yeah? [He sounds a little dazed and awed by it, like somehow it's a surprise. He grins through the kisses along her throat before he lifts her onto the counter and tugs her forward. He wants to feel it; resists the temptation in favour of letting his hands drift back up to thumb over her nipples purposefully, squeezing and testing the wait before he ducks down to close his mouth over one, tongue circling before he sucks.
It's real fucking surreal, sure, but it's the best kind of exploration. He tries a little teeth to see what her reaction is, moves over to the next and glances up at her, eyes darkening with want. He's had girls come with him playing with just their tits before, and they were always so embarrassed, like it wasn't the hottest thing he's seen.
He lets them go, lets them bounce so he can tug at her shorts and her boxers, pulls them down over her thighs and god, fuck, he slips to his knees so easily for her, pushing her thighs wide to kiss the inside, mesmerised. ]
[ Steve's more sensitive than usual but she still likes the same treatment, a little teeth and lots of tongue over her nipples, gentle to drive her mad faster. She's not sure when she started gripping Billy's hair but once up on the counter she wriggles out of her clothes to help him on his quest and it's so surreal because Steve likes girls and that can't possibly be her body, can it? She doesn't recognise it, but it has incredible tits and she's naked and oh okay holy fucking goddamn. Maybe the unfamiliarity and way she's still feeling everything happening to her new body has a slightly voyeuristic hint to it.
It's like being in control of an extremely cool new car. ]
Do it.
[ Eager to feel his mouth higher, Steve spreads her legs as best she can on the counter and fists a handful of blonde curls, directing him down. ]
[Which he loves, really. Finds he can’t deny her, but he has to feel first, pressing a thumb between her folds, feels the wet, wet heat and drags it up to circle round her clit. He grins, wolfish, and bites gently at her thigh. ]
Babygirl, you’re so wet holy shit. [He wants to taste, can’t resist long before he’s nosing into the brown curls, murmuring play with them before he swipes his tongue along her, pulling her in by the ass. She still tastes like Steve, and that his him groaning, has him fully hard in his own shorts. Has him circling a figure eight against her clit, easing a finger inside before he sucks, like he can’t get enough.
He barely comes up for air; he eats her out like he’s made for it, listens to every moan, every sigh and every demand. Learns, leans into what makes her sing. ]
[ Steve absolutely loses her mind. It's nothing like getting her dick sucked and has her thighs weakening the moment he starts playing with her clit, dropping back on an arm and then onto her back as Billy licks his way over her in a way she can't draws a comparison with (not even the obvious). He's everywhere. ]
Billy! Christ, Billy!
[ When he slides a finger inside she clamps down on it immediately and cries out, head tossing back while he mouths over her clit, and she almost drives her thighs into either side of his head. The way she wails is still Steve-like, unconcerned with who might hear her soaking his finger and shuddering for him with such immediate ease, as is the way she whimpers his name. ]
[Some primal part of his brain wishes she would clamp her thighs around his head. Billy’s always loves using his mouth; always loved the way he could use his tongue to drive a girl or a boy wild, bring them undone and wailing. Steve’s so fucking loud, still, and Billy loves that too - fucks into her with a crooked finger, slow to start, to let her get used to the feeling.
He flattens his tongue against her clit, lets her buck up onto it before he sucks it back in, lavishes at her and grunts, moans. He shifts, kisses her hip and presses the pad of his thumb against her clit, sucks in a breath through his nose and looks up through his eyelashes. Watches the way she writhes, the way her tits and rock and bounce. ]
[ What if she dies, she thinks, because she came so hard her mind exploded? Body too. Just rubble, that's what she is now, a broken useless thing entirely enslaved to Billy's fingers and mouth. ]
Y-Yes.
[ Christ, it's embarrassing, dripping over his hand like that as she nods and paws through his hair, gasping loudly whenever he lavishes attention on her clit. One arm wraps around herself to hug her tits close, palming at one because Steve has always liked boobs, can't say she doesn't even when they're hers, and plays with herself as she rocks down toward Billy. ]
Good girl, [and it’s hard to say if he means because she’s said yes, or because the way she plays with herself is so distracting. He watches her while eases a second finger in, dips down after a beat to flatten his tongue back against her, and fucks her languid, lazy.
He gives her more than a moment to adjust; makes sure his tongue working against her clit when he starts to drive his fingers in faster, harder. Makes sure he’s right there to distract from any discomfort, but Steve takes it well. Some unhinged part of Billy thinks Steve was probably made for the express purpose of being fucked good. He’s almost dizzy with it.
He wants those tits back in his mouth, but he also wants to feel this orgasm on his tongue; wants her legs over his shoulders, wants her to use him to get it. He alternates between his fingers and tongue, fucks inside until his chin and lips are drenched, until his tongue and fingers slip and fuck with ease.
His cock aches in his shorts, twitches with every sound she makes - thinks he needs her to see how hot she gets him after he’s got her thighs shaking. ]
[ Wait until she's a guy again, there will be no mercy. Currently though, Steve is quaking through her first orgasm as a woman and crying out to fill the apartment with the rowdy noise of it as she soaks over Billy's tongue and fingers, coming hard and groaning as the pleasure lingers. She squirms, tugging on his hair, and her thighs shake as she lets the shudders ripple through her. ]
Oh my God, ohmyGod, Billy ... You've gotta be so hard right now, holy shit. I would be.
[ Steve tries to sit up, reaching for him. Every twitch makes her gasp, legs trying to close. ]
Fuck, yeah - yeah okay. Condoms are in the bedroom -
[He’s kissing her first, pulls her close by the hips and it’s bruising, utterly devoted. His dick is solid through his shorts and he sighs into her mouth, rocks up the oversensitive wet heat of her and grins. ]
Wanna have you sit on my face after you ride me. No fucking joke, holy shit.
[ Steve bitches and moans, literally, as they kiss and she wraps her arms around his neck to hold on. She tries curling her legs around him and dragging him against the heat of her, making a mess of his shorts as they rock together. ]
You guys are always clean, why do we always use condoms? I got tested like a week ago, Billy, [ murmuring through a pout, Steve kisses him slowly and complains around the sticky slide of their mouths with her own taste between them, ] it doesn't matter how many times I say it. I want everything.
[He groans into her mouth, his traitorous dick jumping at the mere thought of going in raw, hard - ]
Jesus, Steve.
[He huffs a breath, rocks into her and swallows, thinks his dick is doing most of the decision making now. ] Okay, okay, fuck. No condom, c’mon.
[It’s just as easy to drag his own shorts down, then picks her up, face right between those damn tits. He’s overloaded, honestly. Falls back onto the couch with Steve on him and drags her down for another bruising kiss. Palms over the curve of her ass and spanks lightly before he traces down to thumb back over, dragging over her clit. It’s a little mean, but the wet slick is enough to make jerking his dick a little easier. It’s enough to mean that when he eases her up by the hips and pulls her down onto him, it’s got enough slip to make the descent smooth.
He’s still mesmerised; can’t tear his eyes away from her, from her chest, from the way she slides on his dick. He half wishes Eddie were here, feels like he’s being a little greedy by not sharing. ]
[ Steve barks out a laugh as Billy hoists her up into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist as he lumbers them over to the couch. Steve has a generally decent idea of how the female body works so he knows that Billy knows what he's doing when he teases her, rubbing over her clit so Steve is a gasping, moaning mess long before Billy deigns to help her onto her knees. She thinks she might do this sometime when she's a man, get herself all lubed-up and prepped so that Billy and Eddie can use her without needing to do a single thing, and when she sinks down over Billy's cock it's definitely an idea that drives home because it feels amazing to have his dick be the first thing inside her, minor foreplay notwithstanding. She tightens up and whines, bouncing on his lap to help work him deeper, his hair clumped in her fists at the back of his neck as she gains the leverage to do so.
Steve rakes her own hair back once she's seated, following it down her chest to palm a breast and put on a little show as Billy's reward for being so good to her. When she squeezes him it makes her squeal through a strained breath and she grows slicker over his cock, shuddering all around him. ]
Here I am, Billy, you found me at last. [ Smiling sharp as a knife, Steve kisses him softly to counteract the lewd way her body is milking his cock, barely moving, ] The king of Hawkins High.
[That earns Steve a cackle, earns her a hard drive up of his hips, fingers tight on her waist, teeth white and wet with his grin. The king of Hawkins High seems like such a far away concept, seems like another life now. Billy had wanted blood then; had wanted to bring out something ugly in Steve that would mirror his own ugliness, his own anger and desperation. Billy had wanted - needed - to win, because winning meant he'd have control over something at last.
He'd needed to win, too, because Steve had been so unattainable. Something to want, to hate, to pine for, to focus all the restless energy on.
It's almost funny that he gets to focus all that restless on Steve still. Maybe he's glad he died, because if he hadn't, would he have this?
Steve's still so pretty; so drop dead gorgeous bouncing on his lap. So inherently perfect and good and his. Billy kisses her, lifts her up to chase her with a drive up of his hips. Watches her palm over his tits, tilts his head back to hiss out a ffffuck yes when she squeezes around him. ] I think King Steve had more fight in him -
[More to prove. He shifts, slumps down to really drive his hips up, slips a hand down between them to press his thumb over her clit, giving her something to rut against with each roll of her hips.]
[ It's fun in a way Steve is still getting used to with Billy and Eddie both, smirking when they find a way to move together that lets Billy misbehave. A flame of something rushes up Steve's back as Billy goads her and she decides to be less nice, more forceful, snatching up his wrists (as much as she likes the attention to her clit, it's mind-meltingly distracting) to pin them to the couch behind his head, rolling her hips and groaning as she controls the pace. Hard and deep, making her thighs tense and breasts bounce, but it's doubly satisfying to be the one controlling the way Billy gets to fuck. ]
You think I have nothing left to prove? That's sweet.
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[ Steve smacks that hand, shouldering her way to squirrel out of his hold. That pile of lingerie is looking promising. ]
I need a bra, damn it! You stay there, I have to try this shit on.
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[It's a real pathetic whine, but alas, off Steve goes from his grasp. It's fine, it's fine. What's just as good as bare boobies? Laced up boobies. This is also a win. ]
You're a goddamn cocktease. Fine.
[He'll wait on the couch. If his shirt is missing when Steve's done, well. Maybe it's hot. ]
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[ Steve tosses her coat at Billy then, every bit as unselfconscious as usual, she strips her tshirt off and stands there half-naked glaring at the lingerie piles. It's all very nicely folded but she ferrets through with a grumble, bringing pieces of this and that up to measure them against the size of her significantly larger-than-usual tits. ]
Stupid goddamn boobies.
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They're real nice, is the thing, and most of what Billy gets in the mail is designed to be as slutty and useless as possible in the support department. Some are fine, but then again, he's got nothing to support.
After a while - and he's good, he gives Steve a solid five minutes of peace - he's up again, slipping up behind her to wrap his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. Presses a nice little kiss against Steve's cheek. ] None of 'em are gonna fit right, but they'll keep 'em up.
[The view is better here, looking down at the swell of them where they hang and bounce a little, and sue him, he's a just a man. A man who knows they'd look pretty bouncing if Steve rode him.
He presses another chaste little kiss to Steve's jaw, murmurs against her ear:] I mean, I could hold 'em up too.
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Fine. I'm cold, man.
[ Steve shivers for effect. She is chilly without a shirt and maybe Billy is a pleasant furnace of bare skin behind, that's just coincidental. ]
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The blue's nice, [Is what he says, which is true. Less racy, more silk. ] There's matching shorts, somewhere. Probably have one of your sweaters in the same colour.
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[ That has her squirming, back arching to get into his hands that she covers with her own, far too sensitive not to squeak a bit. It's practically instantaneous, the way he makes her nipples hard and has Steve gasping in surprise. ]
Holy shit, this is wild.
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[He hums, presses a kiss against her neck. Moves his thumbs again, a little meanly and presses forward, hips to back. No one ever said Billy was subtle. ] They sensitive?
[Figures yeah, if only because of the newness and those hard buds don't lie. He refrains from being immature about it, but he does squeeze gently. Testing. ]
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[ Steve whines under all the attention to her over-sensitive boobs by way of an answer, swatting those hands away, and twists around to wrap her arms around Billy's neck so she can kiss him quiet. What an idiot. She leans into his warmth, chasing it, and pulls on his hair. ]
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Tits or no tits, Steve's always perfect - he murmurs as much between kisses, backing her up against the counter. He kisses her lazy, dips down to kiss along her jaw, nips lightly at her neck, hands gliding to his hips and then her waist. Never subtle. ] You think you'll come as much as a girl does if I eat you out?
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Holy shit, I think I'm getting wet.
[ It's not like getting hard, it doesn't feel as direct, but it's still good and Steve hums as she pulls Billy closer. ]
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It's real fucking surreal, sure, but it's the best kind of exploration. He tries a little teeth to see what her reaction is, moves over to the next and glances up at her, eyes darkening with want. He's had girls come with him playing with just their tits before, and they were always so embarrassed, like it wasn't the hottest thing he's seen.
He lets them go, lets them bounce so he can tug at her shorts and her boxers, pulls them down over her thighs and god, fuck, he slips to his knees so easily for her, pushing her thighs wide to kiss the inside, mesmerised. ]
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[ Steve's more sensitive than usual but she still likes the same treatment, a little teeth and lots of tongue over her nipples, gentle to drive her mad faster. She's not sure when she started gripping Billy's hair but once up on the counter she wriggles out of her clothes to help him on his quest and it's so surreal because Steve likes girls and that can't possibly be her body, can it? She doesn't recognise it, but it has incredible tits and she's naked and oh okay holy fucking goddamn. Maybe the unfamiliarity and way she's still feeling everything happening to her new body has a slightly voyeuristic hint to it.
It's like being in control of an extremely cool new car. ]
Do it.
[ Eager to feel his mouth higher, Steve spreads her legs as best she can on the counter and fists a handful of blonde curls, directing him down. ]
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[Which he loves, really. Finds he can’t deny her, but he has to feel first, pressing a thumb between her folds, feels the wet, wet heat and drags it up to circle round her clit. He grins, wolfish, and bites gently at her thigh. ]
Babygirl, you’re so wet holy shit. [He wants to taste, can’t resist long before he’s nosing into the brown curls, murmuring play with them before he swipes his tongue along her, pulling her in by the ass. She still tastes like Steve, and that his him groaning, has him fully hard in his own shorts. Has him circling a figure eight against her clit, easing a finger inside before he sucks, like he can’t get enough.
He barely comes up for air; he eats her out like he’s made for it, listens to every moan, every sigh and every demand. Learns, leans into what makes her sing. ]
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Billy! Christ, Billy!
[ When he slides a finger inside she clamps down on it immediately and cries out, head tossing back while he mouths over her clit, and she almost drives her thighs into either side of his head. The way she wails is still Steve-like, unconcerned with who might hear her soaking his finger and shuddering for him with such immediate ease, as is the way she whimpers his name. ]
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He flattens his tongue against her clit, lets her buck up onto it before he sucks it back in, lavishes at her and grunts, moans. He shifts, kisses her hip and presses the pad of his thumb against her clit, sucks in a breath through his nose and looks up through his eyelashes. Watches the way she writhes, the way her tits and rock and bounce. ]
You think you can take two fingers, baby? For me?
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Y-Yes.
[ Christ, it's embarrassing, dripping over his hand like that as she nods and paws through his hair, gasping loudly whenever he lavishes attention on her clit. One arm wraps around herself to hug her tits close, palming at one because Steve has always liked boobs, can't say she doesn't even when they're hers, and plays with herself as she rocks down toward Billy. ]
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He gives her more than a moment to adjust; makes sure his tongue working against her clit when he starts to drive his fingers in faster, harder. Makes sure he’s right there to distract from any discomfort, but Steve takes it well. Some unhinged part of Billy thinks Steve was probably made for the express purpose of being fucked good. He’s almost dizzy with it.
He wants those tits back in his mouth, but he also wants to feel this orgasm on his tongue; wants her legs over his shoulders, wants her to use him to get it. He alternates between his fingers and tongue, fucks inside until his chin and lips are drenched, until his tongue and fingers slip and fuck with ease.
His cock aches in his shorts, twitches with every sound she makes - thinks he needs her to see how hot she gets him after he’s got her thighs shaking. ]
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[ Wait until she's a guy again, there will be no mercy. Currently though, Steve is quaking through her first orgasm as a woman and crying out to fill the apartment with the rowdy noise of it as she soaks over Billy's tongue and fingers, coming hard and groaning as the pleasure lingers. She squirms, tugging on his hair, and her thighs shake as she lets the shudders ripple through her. ]
Oh my God, ohmyGod, Billy ... You've gotta be so hard right now, holy shit. I would be.
[ Steve tries to sit up, reaching for him. Every twitch makes her gasp, legs trying to close. ]
C-Couch, it's closet. Wanna ride you.
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[He’s kissing her first, pulls her close by the hips and it’s bruising, utterly devoted. His dick is solid through his shorts and he sighs into her mouth, rocks up the oversensitive wet heat of her and grins. ]
Wanna have you sit on my face after you ride me. No fucking joke, holy shit.
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You guys are always clean, why do we always use condoms? I got tested like a week ago, Billy, [ murmuring through a pout, Steve kisses him slowly and complains around the sticky slide of their mouths with her own taste between them, ] it doesn't matter how many times I say it. I want everything.
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Jesus, Steve.
[He huffs a breath, rocks into her and swallows, thinks his dick is doing most of the decision making now. ] Okay, okay, fuck. No condom, c’mon.
[It’s just as easy to drag his own shorts down, then picks her up, face right between those damn tits. He’s overloaded, honestly. Falls back onto the couch with Steve on him and drags her down for another bruising kiss. Palms over the curve of her ass and spanks lightly before he traces down to thumb back over, dragging over her clit. It’s a little mean, but the wet slick is enough to make jerking his dick a little easier. It’s enough to mean that when he eases her up by the hips and pulls her down onto him, it’s got enough slip to make the descent smooth.
He’s still mesmerised; can’t tear his eyes away from her, from her chest, from the way she slides on his dick. He half wishes Eddie were here, feels like he’s being a little greedy by not sharing. ]
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Steve rakes her own hair back once she's seated, following it down her chest to palm a breast and put on a little show as Billy's reward for being so good to her. When she squeezes him it makes her squeal through a strained breath and she grows slicker over his cock, shuddering all around him. ]
Here I am, Billy, you found me at last. [ Smiling sharp as a knife, Steve kisses him softly to counteract the lewd way her body is milking his cock, barely moving, ] The king of Hawkins High.
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He'd needed to win, too, because Steve had been so unattainable. Something to want, to hate, to pine for, to focus all the restless energy on.
It's almost funny that he gets to focus all that restless on Steve still. Maybe he's glad he died, because if he hadn't, would he have this?
Steve's still so pretty; so drop dead gorgeous bouncing on his lap. So inherently perfect and good and his. Billy kisses her, lifts her up to chase her with a drive up of his hips. Watches her palm over his tits, tilts his head back to hiss out a ffffuck yes when she squeezes around him. ] I think King Steve had more fight in him -
[More to prove. He shifts, slumps down to really drive his hips up, slips a hand down between them to press his thumb over her clit, giving her something to rut against with each roll of her hips.]
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You think I have nothing left to prove? That's sweet.
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