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Just something silly for mothers day.
Warnings for minor mommy kink and daddy kink.
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It is the wee hours of the morning, the sun barely risen overhead when banging on the front door has Steve tumbling out of bed and down stairs. He groans as he opens the door, blinking blurry eyes at Billy Hargrove standing in his doorway with a bouquet of flowers. Roses and baby's breath.
"What are you doing here?" Steve grumbles. He is excited to see Billy, always is but it is too early for whatever this is.
"Came to see my favorite mom." Billy motions up and down with the bouquet of flowers. They are pretty, really pretty too bad all he can smell is the nasty baby's breath.
"Fuck you." Steve says even if he is pleased to see Billy he is not going to just let that side without at least a little protest. Just because he occasionally gives the kids rides and lets them sneak movies they definitely should not have and use his discount, Billy likes to jokingly call him a mom.
"Let me in and we'll see." Billy waggles his eyebrows already pushing past Steve to let himself in.
"Who'd you steal those from?" Steve closes the door and follows Billy toward the kitchen biting his tongue about the shoes he is still wearing. That will just make Billy feel validated to call him mom again.
Billy pauses in the doorway and turns just enough to smirk at Steve. "Wheeler's front porch." Proch comes out on a cackles as Billy proceeds into the kitchen.
"Classy." Steve snorts ever since Karen hit on him at the pool Billy has been a menace to all of the Wheelers.
"If you don't want them I'll toss them in the bin." Billy threatens holding the bouquet over the trash can.
"No, no I didn't say that." Steve says quickly before Billy can drop them. There is three week old lasagna in there from finally cleaning out the fridge. If Billy dumps the flowers, there will be no saving them. "They'll liven the place up a bit." Steve tries for nonchalant. He actually really likes flowers, something Billy is aware of. "Just dump the baby's breath that shit stinks." Steve knows Billy feels the same way about the stuff.
Steve pulls down an old Tiffany's vase his father brought his mother flowers in once. It is covered in a layer of dust. Steve does not clean over the fridge but maybe he should next time cleaning day comes around. 
Billy pulls the bouquet apart and dumps the baby's breath in the trash while Steve rinses the vase and fills it with some water. He pulls out the kitchen scissors next and cuts three fourths off of each stem before putting them in the vase under Billy’s watchful eye.
"You going to make me breakfast as a thank you mama?" Billy asks with a grin that can be felt as he presses kisses to Steve’s neck, chest against his back.
Steve thinks about elbowing Billy in the stomach for the nickname but it is hard to tell when he has tender spots and Steve does not like accidentally hurting him just for teasing.  "Stop calling me mom names and I'll make you french toast." He offers, he is not much for eating first thing but Billy always seems to be hungry and he gets awful sweet when he is nice and full.
"Sure you don't want to play?" Billy drags his mouth along Steve’s neck, making him shiver, arms around his waist, keeping him where he is wanted. Steve huffs a denial on his lips that is stolen away and replaced with a groan by Billy’s next words. "You can call me daddy."
Billy has always known how to push Steve’s buttons and he always uses that ability liberally. Sometimes to annoy but more often than not these days to get him worked up. "I hate you." Steve grit out cheeks warm as his cock clubs up.
Billy grins chortaling like a hyena as he kisses Steve's neck once more."That's right, baby. Now make daddy breakfast." 
Steve rolls his eyes and after a few assessing nudges with his elbow with no signs that there are hidden hurts he elbows Billy just enough to put some space between them. "Fuck you it's mother's day you want to play you can make me breakfast." Billy groans and rubs over the spot as Steve shifts around him and flops into a chair at the rarely used kitchen table.
Steve is expecting backlash but instead he gets leering as Billy saunters to him, boots kicking his feet wider apart. "I got all the breakfast you need right here mama." Billy cups himself through his pants where the material is pulled taunt by his hard on. 
Steve sucks in a sharp breath, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Billy grins and Steve wants to rebuff him on principle but his mouth is already watering. Billy unzips his pants one handed, pulling his cock out as he drags that bottom lip from Steve’s teeth, thumb rubbing over it. "Come on mama food is going to get cold if you don't eat up fast."
Steve should bite him for the continued use of mama but all he does is slide out of his chair and drop to his knees. Lets Billy get a hand in his hair and feed his cock between his lips. Eyes falling closed as pre slides down his throat and Billy groans over him.
"Happy mother's day mama." Steve pinches Billy’s thigh for it and glares up at him through his eyelashes. Billy laughs and snaps his hips forward, making Steve breath heavily through his nose and swallow around him. His eyes fall shut sinking into the feeling as Billy fucks his mouth. All in all not a bad way to spend mother's day.
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I wasn't planning to post anything, mostly because I haven’t been inspired to finish anything but this little thing came to me last night, so here we are.
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Thinking about trans masc Billy rocking Steve’s world and blowing his back out with his monster strap.
Warnings for: anal sex, monster strap, a little bit of daddy kink, face sitting, cunnilingus .
It is the biggest dick Steve has ever seen, neon and sparkly and it glows in the dark! He has never seen one that shape, bulbous knot at the base, the shaft curving at an angle Billy assures him is for his pleasure.
 Billy makes Steve choke on if fist, the curling shaft, stretching his mouth wide and tickling his uvula, spit dripping down around it. It makes his cock so hard he is afraid he is going to cum before they even get to the main attraction, spitting pre when Billy tangles a hand in his hair and really pushes him down on it until he is rearing back and coughing, cheeks ruddy and eyes wet, dick twitching when Billy laughs and coos “I’ll get you there one of these days pretty bitch.”
 Billy pats his cheek with the strap on, just hard enough of a sting to shock a gasp out of Steve as he leers down at him. “Time to roll over for daddy.”
 Steve has never moved so fast, cock so hard it hurts as Billy’s hands move him into a better angle on his hands and knees, the silicone of the monster cock dragging through his ass crack. He is already loose and slick Billy working him up to this with a selection of plugs to get him ready.
 He is still not prepared for what it will feel like. Moaning and drooling as he is split open, the curving shaft  stretching him wide. When that gently pointed tip hits his prostate Steve cums shaking as Billy works the rest of the dildo into him, the knot at the base working him wider, dragging his orgasm out.
 “We’re far from done, pretty boy.” Billy laughs, hands keeping Steve from slumping down into the puddle of his own cum. “I can go all night,” he assures as he starts really moving, the knot at the base catching on Steve’s rim making him whine and clench as he drools into the bed spread. His dick does not even fully soften before he is hard and leaking again.
 By the time Billy decides he has had enough Steve can barely move. Struggling to flip over when Billy slaps his ass and tells him too. His mouth still works though and he happily licks up all of Billy’s dripping juices as he sits on his face until he has just as many orgasms as Steve.
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