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just make me want more of it, since wearing women's clothing seems to be something of a habit for Johnny.
Zebraswan please. Bonus points for including the contrast of wearing the lingerie while topping.
(woohoo anonymity, I don't have to actually admit just how deep my FB-stalking obsession goes)
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YES, PLEASE!
THAT HAS BECOME MY NEW KINK.
SECONDED TO THE MOON AND BACK.
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JFC, Johnny in heels is my favorite thing ever,
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HE LOOKS SO AMAZING THERE, I LOVE THAT PHOTO WITH THE HEELS, BUT WHYYYYYYY IS HE ABLE TO ROCK THEM BETTER THAN I CAN
HE ALSO LOOKS LIKE HE IS HAVING SO MUCH FUN
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Also, DW!
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DW! Johnny-in-lingerie seriously presses my buttons.
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(bc I already wrote one of those fics and I'm not very imaginative and I don't want it to be like exactly the same...)
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They’re just messing around in Johnny’s room, Johnny parading around in his underwear, putting on a succession of fur coats and doing extravagant runway walks, nearly tripping over the clothes that have ended up on the floor.
Stephane’s just staying here for a couple of days, while he does a show in New York. Johnny has a free day for the first time in forever, so naturally they’re wasting it. Well, Johnny probably doesn’t think trying on clothes could ever be a waste of time, even if they’re ones he already owns.
Johnny tugs Stephane’s shirt off over his head, insisting he try on some jacket or another, but then he gets distracted and Stephane stands there, amused and shirtless, while Johnny grabs a box out of the cupboard and tells Stephane he won’t believe what one of his fans sent him.
“I thought it was the wrong address at first. But apparently something I said in an interview…? I don’t remember.”
Stephane only sees that it’s pink and silky before Johnny pulls it on over his head.
“You said something in your interview about…”
“Wanting a nice silk slip? Yeah, I don’t even know.” He checks himself out in the wardrobe mirror. “It fits though. I have no idea how.”
It does fit, perfectly, falling neatly over the curves of Johnny’s torso, halfway to his knees. There’s black trimming around the neckline, skimming below Johnny’s collarbone and as he turns to look at his back in the mirror Stephane can see his nipples, small and round under the pink silk.
Stephane is just wondering if he’s having the reaction he thinks is when Johnny reaches underneath to pull his Y-fronts off.
“Stupid panty lines,” he says, and then Stephane thinks of Johnny wearing actual panties, which rather confirms that he is indeed getting hard at the sight of Johnny in lingerie.
Johnny still seems oblivious as he drops his underwear to the ground and looks in the wardrobe again.
“I know what would go with this!” he says, and puts on a headband before searching some more. He finds something black. “I kind of purloined these from the shoot…” He pulls on the elbow-length gloves, and does a weird sort of pirouette before strutting along in front of Stephane.
“Stephane, what do you thi… nk.”
Stephane is sure he’s going red. Sure, he and Johnny have flirted a lot - it’s a great deal of their interaction, but nothing’s ever really happened except a few drunken and less-drunken-than-he-might-admit make-outs. And he really doesn’t need the time Johnny notices his massive hard-on for him to be also the time Johnny is wearing... that.
“Oh,” says Johnny, blinking at him. Stephane thinks maybe they could laugh it off, but he can’t manage to make a joke or anything, not while Johnny is staring at his crotch like that. Even when Johnny tilts his head slightly and the headband falls to the floor with a soft click of beads against wood, it doesn't break the tension.
“Oh,” repeats Johnny, stepping closer, and for a moment they’re so quiet that the only sound in the room is their measured breathing and the faint ticking of a clock in the background.
Johnny’s gaze moves to Stephane’s lips, and then he’s looking him in the eye. Stephane swallows, wanting to apologize or come up with an excuse, or say something at least.
Johnny bites his lip, and there are the beginnings of a naughty smile curving his lips up, and somehow, without saying anything, the two of them seem to come to a consensus.
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Neither of them says a word.
Johnny’s gloved hand moves downwards. Stephane bites his lip as the silky fingers trace swirls over his chest and brush lightly over his nipples before brushing down over his stomach.
Johnny leans forward and his mouth follows where his hand has trailed. Stephane hisses as Johnny’s tongue darts out to flick at his nipples. Then Johnny moves his head up to kiss Stephane slowly, their tongues circling and sliding wetly, just as his hand reaches down to undo Stephane’s jeans. His fingers slide inside Stephane’s boxers to encircle his cock with the lightest of touches, the material tickling softly against sensitive skin.
There’s another moment where they simply look at each other, as if to check their thoughts are still going in the same direction, before Johnny ducks his head, reaching down to tug Stephane’s clothes off.
Johnny kisses up Stephane’s neck, around behind his ear to his hairline as Stephane arches his head back. Johnny’s lowering himself down, and then his chest is pressed to Stephane’s, the warmth of his skin burning through the thin material of the slip.
Stephane feels a tickling flutter of eyelashes against his skin, and after all this intense silence, hears Johnny whisper.
“Can I…” He pauses, and there’s warm breath against Stephane’s skin. Johnny shifts and his erection slides against the inside of Stephane’s thigh through the layer of silk. Stephane gasps and drops his legs open wider. “I want…”
Stephane hooks one leg over Johnny, his calf rubbing over the inside of Johnny’s knees. “Please,” he says breathily. “Please, Johnny.”
Then Johnny’s shifting back a little way, settling himself between Stephane’s thighs. Stephane wraps his other leg around Johnny, pulling him closer, just as Johnny catches his eye.
They both freeze for a second, as if they’ve just realized what’s about to happen. But Johnny says nothing, only looks at him as if he’s slightly afraid Stephane might suddenly object.
Stephane emphatically doesn’t. “Do you have-” he begins.
But then Johnny’s muttering, “Oh, yeah…” and shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. He reaches over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer out - the satin of the slip glides across Stephane’s cock, and Stephane tries to contain a moan.
Johnny rummages. He looks back to Stephane, condom in hand. “This is what… what you meant, right?”
Stephane nods, because his throat is tight and it’s hard enough to breathe, let alone speak.
Johnny still has the gloves on, so he hands the lube and condoms to Stephane, who carefully rips the packet. He lifts up the slip to roll the condom onto Johnny. He lubes up his fingers, and drags them languorously up the shaft of Johnny’s cock. Johnny moans deep in his throat and thrusts against Stephane’s hand, against his slippery fingers.
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It’s tight, and strained, but Johnny goes almost torturously slowly, as if he’s scared Stephane might break or suddenly freak out.
Soft gloved hands press against Stephane’s back, holding him carefully, and Johnny kisses him once he can reach properly. It’s a sweet, gentle kiss - Johnny barely opens his mouth, tonguing at Stephane’s lower lip. He slides deeper, stretching Stephane out comfortably.
As Johnny starts to rock his hips, easing his cock in and out, he takes one arm from Stephane’s back and strokes his hair. Stephane tilts his face so that Johnny’s palm is against his cheek. He’s panting, though he’s barely moving. It’s all too much - Johnny weighing down on him, satin slip brushing Stephane’s nipples with every thrust that opens him up a little more, silky fingers caressing his cheek lovingly… But what is really, really too much is Johnny’s eyes on him, blown pupils focused intently, helplessly, like they’re practically screaming something at Stephane but he doesn’t know what, he only knows that it makes his stomach twist in a way that’s painful and pleasurable and addictive all at once.
Johnny rolls his hips, hitting a spot that makes Stephane gasp.
“Stephane,” says Johnny gently, and closes his eyes with a blissful smile. The knot in Stephane’s stomach melts away, and he closes his eyes calmly as well.
Then it’s just the heat of Johnny’s body, the slide of his cock, the tender stroking of his fingers on Stephane’s skin, the softness of silk all enveloping Stephane, and time seems to stretch out, lost in a world of sensation, until he’s struggling for breath, and Johnny’s legs are shaking between his, and somehow his climax is a wonderful, blissful blur.
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“Stephane?”
Johnny’s gloved hand is on Stephane’s cheek again. His thumb brushes over Stephane’s lips. Stephane has no idea what to say, or what to do, or what that was. But Johnny is smiling fondly at him, and Stephane can’t help but smile back.
“That was good, huh?” whispers Johnny, so quietly it’s hard to hear. It makes everything seem more intimate, if that’s possible.
“Very good,” Stephane whispers back.
Johnny gives him a tiny, sweet little kiss. His other arm slides around to take Stephane’s hand. “For me too,” he murmurs, and Stephane thinks maybe, really, whatever this is or was, that’s all that matters.
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I dunno, that just did it for me. TY, anon!
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THE WORLD NEEDS MORE LINGERIE WEARING TOP!JOHNNY/STÉPHANE.
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