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001
Sidewalks - Billie/Tré
“Sidewalk!” Tré warned Billie of the cement curb they were nearing. Unfortunately, Billie’s foot caught the edge and he went tumbling to the ground.
“Owww,” Billie groaned, rolling over onto his back.
Tré reached out a hand to him, then the singer pulled Tré down with him, giggling wildly, “sssssshit!”
“I TOLD you, you can’t handle The Cheech.”
“Well, not FIVE of ‘em!” Billie attempted to stand on his own, then gripped his ass tightly with both hands.
“Good thing I didn’t hurt my ass on that fall…”
Tré smirked devilishly, “oh, you just wait till we get home, drunk-boy.”
002
Vicious Character - Billie/Tré (prompt: Role Play)
The mask feels coarse against my stomach, the dual sensations of warm and wet on my skin, overwhelming.
I love when Billie pretends.
A gloved hand wraps around me, I shudder, surrounded by soft cotton. He bites, I moan. I dig, he purrs.
I love when Billie transforms.
When he enters me, it's merciless and roaring. He's a beast let out of it's cage when clad in that tight orange vinyl; never taking no for an answer, pushing until I come. He's clever and agile, a petite tiger with a devil's tail.
I really love Billie. I really love Fink.