Spoony/Critic crossdressing response for keeva
Not that Spoony would ever admit it but fucking the Critic without the use of roofies was just as entertaining. While it started off difficult - the guy acting as pissy as all the other conquests he wanted to give a second go - with the help of a nice bit of blackmailing and copping a feel whenever, he could get him to do whatever he wanted.
Like today, for instance. While pressing him up against the wall and in the middle of sucking on his neck, he had offered cross-dressing and the Critic had moaned out an understandably eager agreement.
But that was then and this was now. And now, he was waiting impatiently outside the Critic's bathroom and while freaking out Ask That Guy - whenever he walked by - with a particularly yummy leer was a fun distraction, he was starting to get annoyed.
"Would you hurry up?" he shouted, bored.
"I'm not coming out."
He rolled his eyes. "After everything we did, why are you getting shy now?"
In retrospect, that was a bad thing to say as suddenly the Critic went howler-monkey. "I was roofied for most of it, you fucktard!"
Wincing, he tried to calm the man down. "Okay, already. Would you just come out?"
He could almost hear the pout. "You're gonna hate it."
"Listen. Do you want me to wait in the other room and you can come out when you've stopped being a wussy?" This had better be worth it.
"...yes."
Half an hour later, he was lounging on the sofa when he heard the familiar sounds of high heels clacking on the floor. He looked around and let out a leering wolf-whistle at the guy leaning against the door. The Critic made a surprisingly pretty girl, with a mini-skirt and stilettos that made his legs go on forever, lashings of eyeliner and a white button-down shirt that was far too big for him.
“You just happened to have that lying around?”
There was a hint of a smirk. “It was for Ask That Guy’s birthday party a few years ago. It was either this or a gangbang.” At Spoony’s raised eyebrow, he snickered. “Kidding! Possibly.”
“Would you just stop that and get on top of me?”
That got an eyeroll and a beleaguered sigh. “If I have to.”
And despite his taking ages to get ready and all that whining, he was far too good walking in those shoes for Spoony to believe that he only did this once and under protest. Most girls he knew had no fun on those kinds of heels and he knew how to wriggle his hips just right.
So that’s why as soon as he straddled his lap, he held him tight and immediately attacked his mouth, nibbling at his lips and his hands exploring every bit of smooth, pale flesh they could. For his part, the Critic was more than happy to squirm against him.
“Better than the ballerina outfit?”
“Far fucking better.”
Like today, for instance. While pressing him up against the wall and in the middle of sucking on his neck, he had offered cross-dressing and the Critic had moaned out an understandably eager agreement.
But that was then and this was now. And now, he was waiting impatiently outside the Critic's bathroom and while freaking out Ask That Guy - whenever he walked by - with a particularly yummy leer was a fun distraction, he was starting to get annoyed.
"Would you hurry up?" he shouted, bored.
"I'm not coming out."
He rolled his eyes. "After everything we did, why are you getting shy now?"
In retrospect, that was a bad thing to say as suddenly the Critic went howler-monkey. "I was roofied for most of it, you fucktard!"
Wincing, he tried to calm the man down. "Okay, already. Would you just come out?"
He could almost hear the pout. "You're gonna hate it."
"Listen. Do you want me to wait in the other room and you can come out when you've stopped being a wussy?" This had better be worth it.
"...yes."
Half an hour later, he was lounging on the sofa when he heard the familiar sounds of high heels clacking on the floor. He looked around and let out a leering wolf-whistle at the guy leaning against the door. The Critic made a surprisingly pretty girl, with a mini-skirt and stilettos that made his legs go on forever, lashings of eyeliner and a white button-down shirt that was far too big for him.
“You just happened to have that lying around?”
There was a hint of a smirk. “It was for Ask That Guy’s birthday party a few years ago. It was either this or a gangbang.” At Spoony’s raised eyebrow, he snickered. “Kidding! Possibly.”
“Would you just stop that and get on top of me?”
That got an eyeroll and a beleaguered sigh. “If I have to.”
And despite his taking ages to get ready and all that whining, he was far too good walking in those shoes for Spoony to believe that he only did this once and under protest. Most girls he knew had no fun on those kinds of heels and he knew how to wriggle his hips just right.
So that’s why as soon as he straddled his lap, he held him tight and immediately attacked his mouth, nibbling at his lips and his hands exploring every bit of smooth, pale flesh they could. For his part, the Critic was more than happy to squirm against him.
“Better than the ballerina outfit?”
“Far fucking better.”