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FILL: Dress-Up 2/3

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Johnny pushes Stephane down gently on the bed, the palm of his hand on the top of his chest, shuffling along on his knees until Stephane is resting his head against the stack of pillows. Their gazes hold, Johnny’s wide green eyes staring down under slowly blinking lashes, filled with a deep sort of concentration. Stephane gets the feeling that if one of them spoke then it would be awkward, and they would have to stop.

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.