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Reuben takes a moment to appreciate his own photography skills before hitting send. Satisfied, he settles back onto the mattress fixing the skirt and lace lining so it sits just right.
In the kitchen, he hears Mickey’s text notification. Two seconds later, there’s a fumble, a curse, and the sound of a phone falling on the ground.
He bites back the overly pleased smile threatening to show and tries for something with just a touch of smugness.
Like clockwork, the bedroom door busts open, his boyfriend’s eyes growing even wider when he takes in Reuben.
It had started as a joke. Mickey had complained, something about not having an attractive photo of Reuben to show off to his coworkers when they were separated, which he’d taken offense to, making the bone-headed offer to “what, put on a frilly dress and pose like a wife whose husband is fighting overseas?”
Mickey had taken it a step further when he’d, instead of a normal fucking dress, ordered a sexy maid costume.
Reuben had not expected to like it as much as he did, made evident by the twenty minutes he’d just spent flexing in front of the mirror.
“Hey, baby,” he sang, low and suggestive. “Do I look good enough to show off to all your coworkers?”
“There’s no way in hell they get to see you like this,” Mickey says, the words coming out in a rush.
He grins, touching the tip of his tongue over his teeth. “Not too bad, huh?” He runs a hand up from the hem of the knee-high stocking, fingers catching the lace hem of the skirt. “It’s a bit short and tight around the chest, though.”
“No kidding,” Mickey murmurs, sounding awestruck. It really is short though, the lace hem falling just barely a third of the way down his thigh and the seams of the bodice dig into his skin if he takes too deep of a breath.
He shifts a little, leaning so that his arms and shoulders flex, accentuating his collarbones. Mickey’s throat bobs.
“So are you gonna fuck me in this, or do I gotta do that myself?”
His boyfriend blinks, shakes his head, like snapping out of a trance. “Um- yeah, no, right, on it.”
Reuben bites back a smile and pushes himself up to his knees, hiking the skirt up to hook his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear. It’s weirdly sensual, the feeling of the loose fabric folding and brushing his skin as it rises, and it sends a small shiver down his back.
Yeah, he definitely didn’t expect to like it like this.
He shimmies out of his boxers while Mickey fumbles through the draw for the lube and takes his time to arrange himself on his knees, hands folded on the skirt. It’s electrifying, feeling those cool, brown eyes just burning into every part of his body.
“Que guapa,” Mickey breathes with a huge grin, climbing onto the mattress. Reuben ignores the rush of heat in his lower abdomen, can’t respond because next thing he knows, Mickey’s lips are hot and wet against his own.
It’s like second nature, closing his eyes and melting into his lover’s touch and taste. He can feel fingers twining with his own as Mickey licks into his mouth, swallowing the quiet noises escaping from his throat.
“Mmmmnn…” He sighs into the kiss, pulls his hands away so he can sneak them under Mickey’s shirt, caressing the strong, defined muscles of his abdomen.
He hears himself gasp wetly when Mickey’s own hands tease the hem of his skirt before darting under, rubbing the thick muscles of his thighs almost reverently.
“You have no idea how good your legs look in this dress,” he pants against his lips, hand wandering higher until it’s wrapped around his hardening cock.
“I’ve got some idea,” he teases, catching his boyfriend’s lip between his teeth, rolling it gently before letting go, “I’m not a blind man.”
“God, you’re perfect,” Mickey groans, capturing his lips again, stroking his cock more intently. Reuben rucks up his boyfriend’s shirt, thumb teasing around his nipple until he hears a soft whine and smiles into the kiss.
When Mickey pulls away, he’s panting, lips plush and glistening, eyes seeing nothing but the man before him.
“Can- can you- um, shit,” he stutters, unable to get the words out.
He’s too turned on to even think about hiding his smug smile, bringing a single finger to press against Mickey’s lips, effectively silencing him.
He licks his lips. “How do you want me?” He drags his finger down, watching it catch and pull Mickey’s bottom lip until he releases it.
There’s a good five seconds where there’s not a single thought behind those eyes, but finally the shorter man manages to get his bearings.
“On… on your hands and knees… I wanna fuck you from behind.”
Reuben groans low in his chest, eyes closing at the thought. “Yeah, yeah that sounds good, baby.”
While his boyfriend digs through the sheets for the lube, he walks his hands forward on the mattress, spreading his knees. The skirt rides high on the back of his legs, barely tickling just below his asscheeks, and he has to close his eyes against the shudder that runs down his body.
The stretch of two slick fingers right from the start is enough to turn his knees to gelatin. He arches and pushes back onto Mickey’s fingers, groaning at the feeling.
“‘Should get a picture of you like this,” Mickey says, voice rough.
Reuben closes his eyes, a shiver working it’s way down his spine.
“You’d let me too, wouldn’t you? Let me keep some photos of you in this cute skirt, spread all nice for me?”
His moan bounces off the walls, cock dripping onto the sheets and fabric of the skirt.
“Just for my eyes though, just you on our bed, looking fucked out and beautiful just for me.”
He barely notices when Mickey adds a third finger, lube leaking down between his legs. The skin of his arm is damp from his hot, heavy breathing that’s only getting quicker by the minute.
Foil tears and a minute later the head of Mickey’s cock breaches his hole, pushing through the tight ring of muscle.
He moans, fingers tightening in the sheets when he hears Mickey’s responding groan, hands locked tight enough on his hips to form bruises.
“Move, please,” he pants, bracing himself on his forearms.
“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Mickey gasps, voice catching on a whine.
Reuben loves when Mickey fucks him because he always tries to remain steady, always tries to focus all his attention on Reuben. But as he climbs closer, as the snap of his hips grows more erratic, his control slips until he’s fucking hard and rough into Reuben, chasing his own release with abandon.
And he loves it, loves pushing back and meeting each thrust, the obscene slap of skin on skin and the squelch of just a little too much lube, the filthy praise that fall from Mickey’s lips when he’s too far gone to be shy.
He feels the skirt lifted up, pushed out of the way and leaving his entire ass exposed, hands burning into the skin of his hips. The fabric swishes around his legs, brushing his cock and he moans, body trembling.
“Oh god, you feel so good, so pretty dressed up like this,” Mickey pants, his movements growing a little wild, hips jerking with more force.
“More, please, c’mon baby,” Reuben whines, spreading his knees further apart on the bed, arching into the stretch of his back. It angles Mickey’s cock perfectly and he shouts with the next thrust, tensing like he’s been shocked.
Mickey comes first, groaning as he tries to catch his breath. Hands move under the skirt and Reuben comes over Mickey’s fist and the sheets, staining the skirt as well.
“Fuck,” Mickey breathes, pulling out.
Reuben all but collapses into the bed, pleasantly drifting in the afterglow.
For a few minutes, it’s just the sound of them breathing. The air flowing over the sheen of sweat covering Reuben’s body and he can feel himself floating back to earth.
“You look so hot in that dress,” Mickey says, voice still rough.
“You’d better enjoy it ‘cause I don’t think I’m gonna be able to squeeze these guns into it a second time.”
His boyfriend laughs, stretching out beside him. A touch, feather light, strokes down the side of Reuben’s face, almost reverently.
Okay, maybe he could try it a second time.