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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Birthday Boy (3/3) (Biadore) - doctor bitchcraftt & Miss Alyssa Secret

Danny can’t wait to find out what his surprise present is, Bonnie has birthday plans to take care of, and Roy’s in Toronto. Supposedly.

Anon request for some birthday smut.

Cuddles in chapter one by doctor_bitchcraftt, smut in chapters two and three by Miss Alyssa ;) Featuring dirty talk, safer sex, and just a little sweetness.

A/N: This was supposed to be just one chapter of actual smut, but Miss Alyssa might have gotten a little carried away. Oops? Xoxoxoxo, bitchcraftt & MAS

Comments always welcome on AO3

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Instead of answering out loud, Danny reached down and tugged his head forward playfully, grip loose enough that he could easily break free. Roy went with the movement, wrapping his lips around the tip the moment he was close enough and tongue caressing the shaft on his way down. Danny’s fingers in his hair bounced his head back and forth a few times before releasing, content to let Roy set his rhythm.

The thin barrier meant his teasing licks still pulled a moan, but thwarted his attempts to nibble at the skin underneath the head. They hadn’t needed a condom the last several times he’d blown Danny, and he’d forgotten how much of a difference it made in technique. Sighing, he abandoned licking and went down as far as he could comfortably swallow the throbbing cock instead, throat working around it.

That caused a reaction, Danny pushing up against the restraining hand on his hip. He sucked hard on the head with every upstroke, slurping obscenely and humming against the shaft sliding over his tongue. The gasps and moans above him were the perfect soundtrack to a birthday blowjob.

“Fuck…your mouth babe, fucking…suck my cock.”

Roy was more than happy to comply, bobbing his head faster and pressing a knuckle against the ridge of flesh behind Danny’s balls. Danny’s gaze followed his mouth as he moved before locking their eyes together. His own cock twitched, neglected, and he winked playfully before dropping the unoccupied hand down to give himself some relief. Jerking off left handed wasn’t the best, but combined with Danny’s cock in his mouth made up for any lack of coordination.

He pulled off a minute later, enjoying the way Danny whined and tried to spread his legs wider.

“More. C’mon, you gotta-“

”Shhhh, angel,” he murmured soothingly, “gonna make you feel good.”

Relaxing his jaw, he licked both balls, bouncing them on his tongue before drawing them into his mouth one at a time to gently suck. Any harder and Danny would probably push him off, and he concentrated on riding the edge of that line between pleasure and pain until the hand in his hair tugged sharply. He gave one final pass of his tongue before returning to the straining shaft.

On the way, he sucked his index finger into his mouth, pulling it out and trailing wetly down. Danny didn’t always like to be fingered, but… He flicked his eyes up, tickling under heavy balls, waiting. The filthy smile accompanying a nod made him hum in wicked indulgence.

At the first tease over the tightly clenched hole, Danny’s hips shot up fast enough that he nearly choked and had to pull off coughing.

”Fuck me- shit, sorry babe-“

”S’fine,” Roy wheezed, “wasn’t ready.”

Danny reached down and traced swollen lips with his thumb, slipping inside for Roy to gently suck.

“You okay B?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

He released Danny’s thumb with a last suck, nipping at the fingertip. Roy sat back on his heels, enjoying the picture Danny made, hard cock framed by his spread thighs and chest flushed.

”Okay.”

The hand that landed in his hair felt more affectionate than controlling as he kissed his way back down an inner thigh, nudging Danny’s legs back up over the chair arms from where he’d leaned forward in concern.

Between one moment and the next, the mood between them had changed, as it sometimes did, from erotically charged to more sensual. Wrapping his lips around the leaking head (wishing he could smear the sticky slick over his lips), he pressed the tip of his tongue over the slit, wiggling it in as far as the condom would allow. Roy concentrated on sucking just the head, stroking the shaft tightly, and a moment later he returned to circling Danny’s hole with a fingertip, pressing upwards just enough to meet with resistance. He massaged the rim in time with his tongue twisting over the swollen head, playing with the sensitive skin and wishing they had time for a proper fuck. Of course sex didn’t have to involve penetration, but it always made their reunions more enjoyable.

Danny’s breathing grew more labored by the second, and he felt the shaft stiffening even further.

”You close?”

Fingers buried themselves in his hair, pulling it just short of painfully.

”Mmmhmmm, fuck…yeah- harder, need it so bad-“

”Come for me,” Roy rasped out.

He relaxed his jaw and took Danny all the way in, sealing his lips around the throbbing shaft and moaning as Danny fucked his mouth.

Just a little more…

“M’gonna come baby. Gonna come in your mouth, so fucking goo-“

Danny came with a sharp cry, jaw slack with pleasure and stomach muscles straining as he bent forward before collapsing bonelessly in the chair. Roy slowly moved up and down a few more times, drawing it out as Danny’s cock twitched in his mouth with aftershocks. The cum filling the condom pressed hot on his tongue, and he thought about days where he let Danny paint his face with his release, licking his own cum off Roy’s lips greedily. Not today, but maybe next time.

He let the softening cock slip out, taking care of the condom. Danny still looked dazed, and Roy kissed his thighs patiently, waiting for him to come back down. His jaw ached a little, but he’d be fine by the time Bianca stepped on stage tomorrow.

At last, Danny’s eyes focused on his face, fucked out smile stretching his lips.

”…so fucking good.”

”Yeah?”

”Mmmhmmm. Your turn.”

Danny stood on wobbly legs, pulling Roy to his feet and pushing him onto the bed. He let himself be directed to lie back, propped up by the pillows and wondering what Danny had in mind. Instead of falling to his knees, Danny knelt on the bed beside him, reaching over to rummage in the bottom drawer and retrieving a bottle of lube.

He poured a palmful, capping the bottle and tossing it aside. Roy groaned as slippery fingers closed around his erection, coaxing it back to full hardness. Instead of the twisting strokes Danny usually used to jerk him off, he seemed more concerned with simply spreading the slickness over his cock.

“What are you-“

Danny cut him off by leaning forward, tongue slipping inside his mouth for a sloppy kiss.

”You’ll see.”

With that, he gave Roy an absolutely wicked smile, and turned around to straddle his thighs, facing his feet.

”Angel?”

Wiggling his ass, Danny clamped his knees together, forcing Roy’s thighs closed. Then he dropped to sit, cock nestling in the cleft between his cheeks. He grabbed for Roy’s hands, setting them firmly on his hips and looking back over his shoulder with a wink.

”Go ahead.”

Roy didn’t have to be told twice. He gave an experimental thrust upwards, moaning as Danny squeezed around him, ass muscles flexing. Danny caught his rhythm a moment later, grinding down with every roll of his hips. It wasn’t the same as a fuck, but watching and feeling Danny’s ass bounce was the next best thing. He splayed his fingers wide, hooked over the crest of each hip, thrusting faster.

“Fuck my ass,” Danny demanded, still watching him, “fuck me hard, I want your cock.”

The slide of his bare cock so tantalizingly close to Danny’s hole was at once dangerously forbidden and so tempting. Roy allowed himself to imagine sex without anything between them, moaning when Danny’s slippery fingers closed around his balls.

”Want your cum baby, gonna give it to me?”

Danny’s hips rocked in perfect counterpoint, Roy beginning to lose his rhythm, gasping for breath.

”Fucking- yeah…love your ass, always so tight- fuck, want it want you mine-“

Neither of them ever brought up the things they said on the edge of orgasm after the fact.

He came seconds later, Danny’s moan drowned out by his own. Cum spattered over the clenching muscles of his stomach, over Danny’s lower back and ass. As soon as it was clear he’d finished, Danny turned back around to lie on top, arms wrapped around his shoulders and heedless of the mess between them. He kissed Roy slowly, humming in sated content.

”Thank you for my birthday present,” Danny whispered.

”It was my pleasure.”

”Love you.”

”Love you too, pussyface.”

Danny dropped his head, nosing at the side of Roy’s neck. They laid there in silence, breathing returning to normal and sweat cooling. Eventually, Roy tugged gently on Danny’s hair.

”You know…”

”Whuh?”

“Bonnie say how long she’d be gone?”

”Uhhh,” Danny scrunched his nose, trying to remember, “two hours. Why?”

Roy glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

“If you want, we’ve got time if you wanna go again.”

Danny considered the offer, weighing the thought of another orgasm.

”Nah.”

”No?”

There was no way Roy could get it up and come again in the time they had left, which they both knew, meaning he would be planning on just getting Danny off.

“Nuh uhh. Just stay like this?”

”Pussyface, we’re gonna stick like this. At least- hand me my bag?”

Groaning, Danny stretched over the edge of the bed, snagging Bianca’s handbag with his fingertips and dropping it on the sheets next to them. Roy pulled it open one-handed, fishing out a package of wet wipes. He gave them enough of a clean that they wouldn’t regret it later, set an alarm on his phone, then pushed the bag back onto the floor.

Danny was a comfortable weight on his body, and Roy pulled the blanket up over them. He felt a yawn against his neck, and smiled up at the ceiling.

”Happy birthday, my love.”

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Not Casual At All: Single-Handedly (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Danny’s broken hand gets in the way of…certain tasks. Roy offers a very helpful solution.

This is exactly what you think it is - 1,100 words of humor and smut with a side order of feelings. -MAS

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Danny breaking his hand after punching a road sign while drunk was unfortunate, although Roy couldn’t exactly say he was surprised when he got the text. It was full of misspellings and even more partial words than usual, and he was in the middle of composing a reply when his phone lit up with an incoming call.

“Well well well…”

“Shut up,” Danny groaned out a laugh, “it’s not funny!”

“Oh honey, you punched a stop sign and it stopped you! Actually…that’s a good one, I need to remember to use that.”

“Fuck all the way off.”

Roy adjusted the phone between his ear and shoulder while he continued shaking out the drag laundry.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not too much. Just…I keep forgetting and it’s a pain to shower with. Like, I keep trying to open doors and shit.”

“Poor baby.“ He paused, working a snag out of the weighted hem on a gown. “Want me to come over later so you can complain in person? Since you can’t open the door to get out.”

“…fuck you…”

He waited patiently, checking that the stitching wasn’t loose, until he heard Danny heave a giant sigh.

“…yeah, can you come over?”

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Roy ordered Danny’s favorite pizza as consolation, wrinkling his nose at the amount of grease seeping through the cardboard box when he accepted the delivery. Maybe he should have gotten Taco Bell instead?

For once he actively avoided eye contact with people out on the street as he walked, avoiding the possibility that he’d be stopped by a fan on the way. For one thing, the pizza box was burning his fingers, and for another, he wasn’t interested in accidentally leading any of them to Danny’s front door.

Unsurprisingly, his knock went unanswered. Shifting to balance the box against his hip, he fished out his keys and unlocked the door. Danny had presented it without ceremony hours after signing the final lease agreement. He was perpetually losing things, and it seemed like a reasonable enough excuse to think that it was because Danny knew he was responsible. It wasn’t even on a proper keychain, strung onto the a leather cord - Roy had jokingly complained he didn’t have space on his set, ignoring the way his chest squeezed a little oddly when Danny pulled off the necklace he was wearing. They’d ended up laughing over his drunken attempts to loop it through, but he tried not to think about the implications beyond that, of Danny trusting him to be in his space anytime.

“Pussyface?"

He set the box down on the coffee table, shaking his head at the items he swept aside. Danny might have a broken hand, but that clearly wasn’t getting in the way of him lighting up.

The lights were on in the kitchen, but still no sign of a cranky mermaid. Sighing, he headed down the hall, briefly checking the drag room first (a mess as usual) before zeroing in on the muffled thump and quiet cursing coming from the bedroom. The door was mostly closed, and Roy raised his hand to knock when he glimpsed the reflection in the mirrored closet door.

On the bed, Danny sat with his pants pulled down around his thighs, trying to balance his phone against the cast holding his fingers immobile while jerking off left-handed. He didn’t seem to have gotten far, dick only half-hard. As Roy watched, he fumbled his grip, phone bouncing off the sheets, fingers abandoning his erection with a frustrated growl to try and repeat the process.

"You know," Roy pushed the door open and approached the bed, "there’s a simple fix for that.”

Danny didn’t seem surprised by his entrance, and not the slightest bit embarrassed (that would have been unexpected anyway), head falling back to thump against the wall.

“This fucking sucks,” he groaned, dropping both hands to the bed.

Roy climbed onto the bed beside him, moving the phone onto the nightstand and retrieving the bottle of lube from where it was lying in a puddle of spilled slick on the duvet. Instead of setting it aside, he poured out a palmful and clicked the cap shut before turning to face Danny. He still had his eyes closed, head lolling in self-indulgent annoyance, but they popped back open when he felt Roy’s slick fingers close around his cock.

“Whuh-”

“Thought you could use a hand."

His tone was deliberately casual as he fisted his fingers up over Danny’s shaft, squeezing the head before sliding back down.

"I know you have toys for this,” he continued with fond amusement as Danny’s hips shifted on the sheets, rocking against his grip.

“Mmmm…not the same.”

Roy couldn’t exactly argue with that - someone’s hand always felt better than silicone. He added a twist on the upstroke and leaned down to kiss Danny’s open mouth tenderly, in contrast to the efficient way he was jerking him off. Nudging their noses together, he watched Danny’s eyes drift closed, felt the weight of the cast land on his thigh and swallowed the displeased noise of frustration before reaching for Danny’s left hand and lacing their fingers together.

The room was silent for a few minutes, save for the sound of the air conditioning and the barely-there wet slide of his hand. He kept the kisses light, almost leisurely, in line with the quiet intimacy between them. Danny’s breaths huffed across his lips between kisses, coming faster as his hand sped up.

“ ’m close.”

Murmured against his mouth, the words evoked the usual tiny thrill of excitement in watching a climax build.

“Yeah?”

“Mmmhmmm…don’t stop-”

Danny thrust up hard, fucking his fist rapidly, fingers tightening.

“Come for me,” he coaxed, whispered low and intimate.

Danny’s breath caught, and he came with a choked-off cry, spilling hot over Roy’s fingers as he eased him through the aftershocks. He waited patiently as Danny came back down, wiping his hand on the t-shirt crumpled at the foot of the bed and tucking him back into his pants. A minute later, he finally stirred, eyes sated and humming with satisfied pleasure.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime. Although, if you’re gonna have that on for a while,” he indicated the cast with his chin, “you’re gonna have to learn to jack off on your own.”

Danny grinned, tongue poking out.

“Why? Like, if you’re gonna do it for me…"

"Bitch, I’ve got things to do and can’t just be your on-call jerk off service when you’re horny.”

He probably would, but there was no point in making Danny’s ego any bigger.

“Nuh uhh.”

“Yeah huh,” he poked Danny in the side before sitting up. “C'mon, I brought pizza.”

“You’re the best, B.”

“I know.”

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Not Casual At All: Everybody Get Some (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

“You’re the only one I can trust not to yell, ‘not today, Satan!’ right before you come,” had been Roy’s explanation when Danny brought it up.

Adore thinks she’s going to have to settle for (admittedly cute) trade, but she’d much rather be having sex with Roy. Luckily, there’s a surprise waiting in her dressing room, followed by an absolutely filthy blowjob in the shower and cuddling.

A/N: Admittedly, I wrote an entire fic to set up a blowjob/mirror sex. Contains very brief Adore/OMC, and Danny’s resulting vulnerability about the situation. -MAS

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Adore finished out the number flat on her back on the stage, the lucky fan she’d pulled up to make out and grind with cradled between her raised knees. She closed her eyes and took a few seconds to enjoy the applause and shouting, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

The boy on top of her was very politely holding his weight off her torso, and she let him help her up. He’d been fun, flushing dark red when she pushed him down in the chair and straddled his lap but readily groping her chest and crotch once invited. A good kisser as well, something Adore could appreciate, evidenced by the fact that he was now wearing more of her lipstick than she was. She watched as he tried to discreetly adjust his hard on, gathering his wallet and cap from where they’d tumbled when she pulled his shirt off.

Giving him one last kiss, she murmured, “Come see me after?” in his ear, pleased when he bit his lip and nodded.

”That was fucking hot!” she yelled into the mic, evoking another round of wild screams before introducing the next song.

The music started and she lost herself in the song, green hair whipping back and forth. There were just a couple more to go, and then she’d be done for the night. Performing always made her horny, so with luck, the boy would find his way to her as well.

His dark eyes had caught her attention when she scanned the crowd to make her selection. Intensely masculine features, short curls under a hat, he had pushed all of the right buttons. He was slender with a wiry build that she couldn’t wait to feel pinned against a wall, or maybe the couch in her dressing room.

Adore loved finding the beauty in everyone, never settling on one standard of appearance. On the other hand, she was well aware that the boys she’d been finding most attractive resembled a certain someone, although the fans didn’t seem to have picked up on it.

Yet.

Roy himself seemed highly amused when she admitted most of the trade reminded her of him. (“As long as it’s me and not Bianca, I’d be worried if you were fucking clowns.”) She’d much rather be falling into bed, over vanity tables, or against doors with him. Unfortunately, Bianca was booked halfway around the world, and she was stuck pulling boys who were quite attractive and charming, but still poor substitutes. Getting off was fun, but she missed the companionship and post-coital conversation that consisted of more than race-chasing or celebrity worship.

After two encores, she bounced off the stage, buoyed by the audience’s energy. Blotting her face, she grinned when she saw him waiting for her next to a severely unimpressed security guy.

”Wanna party with me?” she winked at him, pulling him by the hand towards the backstage corridor. Once through the doors, she pushed him against the wall and let him grab a handful of her ass.

“Forgot to ask,” she purred, “what’s your name?”

”Uhhhh…” He reddened in embarrassment, and she patiently waited for his upstairs brain to come back online. “Ummm. I’m Ian.”

”Nice to meet you, Ian.” She pressed a thigh between his, feeling his clothed erection against her hip. “Wanna see my dressing room?”

John was lingering at the end of the corridor, and she waved him off as they approached. He shook his head in mock-despair, giving Ian a once-over before walking down the hall twenty feet and casually leaning on the wall, phone in hand.

She pulled him backwards into the dressing room by the belt loops and paused, frowning, when he stopped dead in the doorway, staring.

”Oh fuck me…”

”What?” Adore didn’t think she’d left it that much of a mess, turning around to check.

”Oh.”

”Hey pussyface,” Roy greeted her cheerfully from his seat on the vanity, carryon at his feet. “Who’s your friend?”

“Ohmygod.” Ian’s eyes were wide, and Adore was at a loss for words when he dropped her hand and frankly stared. “Are you…oh shit, you’re Bianca!”

”That’s the last thing my uncle said when-“ He hopped down, hands casually tucked in the pockets of the (yet another) baggy black hoodie.

Adore was still blinking in disbelief, but she was certain she was sober enough that Roy wasn’t a hallucination.

Ian’s head turned back and forth between her and Roy a few times before smiling nervously. “Ummm. I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

”Don’t worry, this was supposed to be a surprise.” Roy stopped just out of arm’s reach from Adore, attention seemingly focused away but she could feel his eyes hot on her.

”Sorry,” she gently squeezed Ian’s elbow. “Rain check?”

”…what? Oh! No problem. I mean yes. Uhhh, I mean not if it’s not okay, because I ummm don’t want to-“

”Breathe.” Roy still looked far too amused, reaching out to take his hand. “Do me a favor? Don’t tell anyone you saw me.”

”Sure. Yes, totally, I will. I mean, I won’t. Won’t!”

”Thank you, my angel. Appreciate it.”

”No absolutely! You two, are you, yeah? Yeah.”

“Cat got your tongue?” Ian looked like he was hanging off of Roy’s every word, and it took everything Adore had not to break out laughing. It figured she would try to pull a Bianca fan.

She saw Ian out with a kiss on the cheek and several photos. As soon as the door closed, she ignored Roy’s protests and lifted him off the ground with her hug, platform boots leaving her nearly a foot taller than his boy self.

“Fuck, what are you doing here?” she murmured into his neck.

”Had a bit of a layover issue, so I got them to reroute me.” Roy tugged her wig gently until she set him back down.

“Layover- B, I’m not even on the right side of Europe!”

He waited while she unzipped her boots and started unpinning her wig.

“I missed you.”

It was just three words, but the kiss that followed destroyed the last of her lipstick. She tried to chase Roy’s lips as he pulled away, but he made a face and took a step back.

“What?”

”You taste like someone else.” The matter of fact tone of voice meant he wasn’t upset, but it also meant Roy wasn’t going to continue kissing her until she did something about it. And since kissing figured rather heavily into her plans for that evening, she definitely needed to take care of the problem.

”Sorry,” she quirked her lips in a half-smile. “I wasn’t-“

He cut her off with a hand to her cheek, and she leaned into it, feeling his fingers nimbly locating the last of the bobby pins holding her wig in place.

”It’s okay, pussyface. I know how it is. I just wanna taste you.”

Adore made quick work of removing the rest of her drag, aware of how Roy’s hands hovered over her body as he “helped” her get undressed.

“Shower?” The adjoining bathroom was small, but it included a shower and she wanted to wash all traces of anyone else off. She didn’t know how long Roy had to stay, and it wouldn’t do to make any more delays.

Roy was already down to his briefs when she got the water running, completely naked when she was done quickly brushing her teeth, and waiting in the shower once Danny wiped Adore off. Danny paused to just watch for a moment as the water ran over the sharp planes of his face tilted under the spray, before Roy slicked back his hair and opened his eyes. Droplets clung to his lashes and he smiled on seeing Danny back to himself again.

“C’mere,” he beckoned, molding their bodies together.

This time, there was no rush, tongues meeting with the barest hint of teeth. Danny used both hands to hold Roy’s head in place as he deepened the kiss, moaning low in his throat when hands found their way to his ass and squeezed roughly. He was most of the way to hard, erection sliding over Roy’s hip and his own pressing against the inside of Danny’s thigh.

”Miss me?”

”Of course, bitch. Don’t be stupid.”

Roy kissed his way across his collarbone, licking droplets of water from the skin. Danny nuzzled his temple, hands sliding down to the small of Roy’s back and toying with the dimples there.

”Long as you don’t replace me with a younger model.” It was clearly meant as a joke, but Danny frowned, unsure if Roy was using it as a cover for a real insecurity.

Better safe than sorry.

”B,” he tilted Roy’s head back enough to negate their height difference, “I could never.”

The teasing smile on Roy’s face slipped into something more serious in contrast to the highly erotic setting.

“Shhhh, I know. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Biting his lower lip, Danny nodded. Some trace of uncertainty must have remained in his admittedly wobbly smile, because Roy backed against the wall out of range of the water, pulling Danny against him again.

“Hey. I promised I’d always be honest with you, remember?“ He blinked a couple of times, eyes gone soft. “And I’m still okay with it. It’s not like you knew I was going to be here.”

“You’re allowed to be weird about me showing up with trade.”

“It’s sex,” Roy continued, squeezing Danny’s hands. “It wouldn’t be fair for me to ask you to wait weeks or months." For me was left unsaid, and Danny wondered if they would ever quite be willing to address that part of their unconventional…something. Not relationship, but not friends with benefits either.

They’d talked about this their first time together, more than either of them was probably comfortable with, and in theory and the vast majority of practice it wasn’t an issue at all. Months later, Adore was back to no-strings fun to satisfy her appetite, but it had taken a bit to be comfortable again. Danny had been more circumspect than usual about hookups on tour, to the point that Courtney and Darienne commented about it in the group chat, asking if Adore was feeling okay because of the apparent dry spell. It wasn’t until Roy left a voicemail (”If you’re not in the mood, that’s one thing. But if you’re not getting laid because of me, that’s not what I want at all. Love you pussyface, be safe, and I’ll see you in a couple weeks.“) that he realized he still worried about it being okay. It wasn’t like the reverse was the case either; as far as Danny knew, Roy wasn’t fucking anyone else, although he always made enough innuendos to satisfy their friends. ("You’re the only one I can trust not to yell, ‘not today, Satan!’ right before you come,” had been Roy’s explanation when Danny brought it up.)

“Yeah. Sorry, just feeling kind of weird about it."

Roy kissed him gently, nudging their noses together. "I get that.”

“Sorry,” Danny curled his lip up in a frown, “didn’t mean to kill the mood.”

“Quit apologizing." There was that hint of Bianca, lurking around the edges. "If it was bothering you, it was important. Now,” he cocked his head to the side, “I’ve got four hours before I have to be back on a plane out of here.”

“Time to go back to my room?”

“Possibly, but I thought you might like to get blown in the shower." Roy’s ability to be conversational about sex was, in Danny’s opinion, one of the hottest things ever.

"Yeah?”

“Yeah." He steered Danny back under the water. "Turn around for me?”

Grabbing the bottle of body wash off the shelf, Roy took his time working it into a lather over Danny’s back, fingers digging into the knotted muscles as he worked in gradually larger circles. He eventually moved his hands around to the front, circling Danny’s waist, Danny’s head falling back onto his shoulder for a messy kiss as he ran slippery fingers teasingly over his nipples. The layer of soap between them provided the perfect amount of slip for him to slide his half-hard cock against Danny’s ass.

“If you want,” Roy’s voice was husky with arousal, lips barely brushing Danny’s ear, “we can change that to shower sex." He punctuated the last word with a harder thrust, cock slipping into the cleft of Danny’s ass and evoking a whole-body shiver.

"Mmmm, not tonight?" The hand Danny had thrown back to anchor Roy against him tightened on his ass. "Unless you wanna get fucked.”

“Not tonight,” he agreed.

”I don’t let other people fuck me,” Danny confessed, feeling as if it were a scandalous thing. Maybe it was, for them.

“I…”

Roy’s hips stilled. With his chin hooked over Danny’s shoulder, it almost seemed like he was staring into the distance until Danny realized what he was looking at.

The shower was directly opposite the full length mirror, and even with the glass door partially fogged, their reflection was clear. If someone took a photo of their faces right then, cheeks pressed together, the pose would be familiar to hundreds of thousands of fans from dozens of selfies. What the mirror captured and the camera seldom did, was the vulnerability in Danny’s eyes, Roy’s tiny smile and arms holding him possessively against his body.

”Okay.”

Slowly, Roy turned them sideways, moving until Danny’s back was pressed against the wall. He dropped to his knees, hands sliding down Danny’s sides and coming to rest on his hips. Then he reached out and pushed the glass door open, providing a view of the mirror unimpeded by steam.

Danny looked down, and Roy shook his head. “Don’t watch me. Watch us.” He jerked his chin towards the mirror, waiting until Danny complied.

They locked eyes in the reflection, Danny’s still soft with uncertainty and Roy’s sleepy in a way that spoke of rumpled sheets and nights filled with the sounds of sex. Very gently, Roy nuzzled Danny’s hip, twining both of their hands together as he did so. He kissed the crest of that same hip, opening his mouth to suck a bruise into the skin before soothing it with his tongue.

Danny’s mouth fell open in a gasp that he couldn’t hear over the rush of falling water, but felt all the same. Roy continued his path downward, tongue drawing a line between the droplets of water clinging to the groove between hip and thigh.

Danny shuddered when he sucked a second love bite into the flesh of his inner thigh, eyes falling closed for a moment before snapping open again.

Still watching each other, Roy mouthed at Danny’s balls, using his tongue to bounce them against his lips and nipping carefully at the skin.

Danny’s head fell back onto the wall with a dull thud, but he didn’t look away.

Roy licked up the underside of the straining erection, squeezing their fingers together as he slipped the flushed head into his mouth. This time, Danny’s moan carried over the shower noise.

He let it slide out of his mouth with a wet pop before leaving open-mouthed kisses down the side of the shaft.

Danny dug his teeth into his lower lip, trying to stay quiet.

Pulling back for a moment, Roy’s lips curved into his bedroom smile, the one that always made Danny hard with the memories it suggested. Then he licked his lips, wrapped them around Danny’s cock, and went down in one smooth motion until the tip nudged the back of his throat.

Danny’s hands clenched convulsively as his hips jerked, trying to go deeper. Roy took a long breath, eyes falling closed, relaxed his jaw, and slipped just a little further down.

When his eyes opened, what he saw in the mirror was a vision of pure sin.

Danny’s back arched away from the wall, head and elbows braced against it as his hips thrust forward. The muscles in his arms flexed, chest thrown out and nipples hard. His mouth hung open, lips puffy and bitten, brow creased and eyes clenched shut in ecstasy.

Roy pulled back, sucked in another deep breath, sucked harder on the cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head a few times, pre-come slicking his tongue, before gently freeing one hand from Danny’s grip and bringing some relief to the aching need between his legs.

The moan that vibrated around Danny’s cock when his fingers closed around his own throbbing erection evoked a whimper. Danny’s hand flew out to turn the water off before fisting his fingers in wet hair and forcing his eyes open to watch as he fucked Roy’s mouth.

The steady stream of moans from them both mingled with the wet, choked-off sounds of a blowjob, filling the steamy air. Danny’s gaze drifted down to where Roy was jerking himself with rapid strokes, willing back his orgasm.

Roy might not be submissive in the least, but he got off hard on having Danny use his mouth. The stretch of his jaw, the spit-slick shaft gliding over his lips, the weight of the cock on his tongue, all conspired to bring him closer to the edge.

”B,” Danny rasped out, “I wanna see you come.”

That’s all it took. Roy’s eyes rolled back and his jaw fell slack as he arched his back and came, thrusting into his fist.

Orgasm hit Danny like a wave breaking against the shore, rushing up from his cock pulsing cum into Roy’s mouth. His legs buckled, overcome with shakes, and he collapsed back to slide down the wall, cock smearing cum across Roy’s lips and chin. The sight of him still shivering with his climax sent an aftershock of pleasure up Danny’s spine.

There was only the sound of their harsh panting for a few moments, until Roy dragged himself back to reality. Turning his head, he spit his mouthful of cum towards the drain before listing sideways, coming to rest between Danny’s spread knees.

In response, Danny tugged his shoulders with arms that felt impossibly heavy, pulling Roy until his back rested against Danny’s chest.

”B?”

“Mmm?”

”Why’d you spit?”

Roy started to sit up, stopping when Danny’s arms tightened.

”Not mad or whatever, just wondering.”

”You’re smoking too much again,” he frowned.

”Oh. Sorry.”

Roy shrugged one shoulder, head lolling back against Danny’s shoulder.

”B?”

”Yeah?”

”It’s not cause I’ve been with…”

This time Roy did sit up and turn until they were face to face. He paused, hearing what wasn’t being said.

”I know you’re being safe. It really does taste bad, believe me.”

He leaned out to check the time, and groaned.

“What?”

”We should probably finish cleaning up before someone comes looking for you.”

Danny pushed himself to his feet, waiting for Roy to do the same. He turned the water back on, giggling as Roy rinsed his mouth under the spray.

“I should make you eat it next time,” he muttered, rolling his eyes when Danny stuck out his tongue.

They were silent for a few minutes, using the shower for its intended purpose. Roy sacrificed his shirt for them to dry off (“You’re in a place with a shower and didn’t bring a spare towel?” “What, it’s not like you carry one in Bianca’s suitca- oh. Never mind.”) and they made their way back out to the dressing room.

Roy fished out a clean shirt from his carryon, and they collapsed onto the couch.

“Round two or…?” He tried to guess what Danny might need.

Instead, Danny gathered him close, nuzzling Roy’s wet hair.

”Nah. How long till you gotta leave again for the airport?”

”Thirty minutes if I want to get through security and not run for the gate.”

” ‘kay.” Danny sighed. “Just stay like this?”

Roy smiled and brushed a gentle kiss against his lips.

”I can do that.”

-PSA-

In my stories, Danny and Roy only ever have unprotected sexual activities with each other, and even then not all of the time. Danny’s messed around with other people, so they ought to have used protection, but, like in reality, sometimes people forget. That’s not the reason Roy spits (truly doesn’t like the taste), but leaving semen in contact with your mouth does increase the risk of an STI.

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #smut #not casual at all #missalyssasecret #submission #(love the PSA! -v)#canon compliant

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What Happens At DragCon... (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Biadore shenanigans at DragCon, involving Roy hiding in plain sight (and fishnets and a thong) and Raja’s terrible timing.

Technically Roy is 150% busy with Jamie in London, but let’s pretend he managed to sneak away ;). Standalone from the Not Casual At All series, parallel but not strictly a part of it.

Anonymous prompts: 1) Roy dresses up in bad drag (so he can avoid being noticed) and visit’s Adore’s dragcon booth - up to you if she recognizes him immediately and what shennanigans they try to get up to without the fans knowing. 2) Biadore enjoy the fact attention’s off them at dragcon because everyone’s watching Branjie & take the opportunity to get frisky behind the scenes..

I’ve had a couple of requests on AO3 for a second part, and am trying to decide if it should be a backstage quickie before/after Adore’s runway performance, or full on hotel room smut. Let me know your opinions! -MAS

********

Getting through LAX incognito was easier said (texted? tweeted?) than done, particularly on this specific weekend.

Roy felt justifiably paranoid, peering around corners and keeping carefully non-descript, hiding in plain sight amongst the countless number of other men in slim fit suits with sleek carryons and garment bags. Instead of his usual baggy all-black ensemble, he’d traded the oversized hoody and skinny black camo pants for a blue button down and fitted dove grey blazer with dark wash jeans. Ditching the black-framed glasses was more difficult, but if contacts and hair gel were all it took to move through the crowds of eagle-eyed fans on the lookout for queens arriving…

Slipping on a pair of less conspicuous sleek Ray Bans, he hailed a taxi and directed it to his hotel for the weekend.

********

Groups of people wearing Alaska Thunderfuck t-shirts and bearing strings of Katya’s doll hands were all over the lobby, and avoiding being caught in the background of their numerous Instagram posts was exhausting.

There had been a dicey moment at the front desk, trying to complete check in as quickly and quietly as possible. Thankfully, the oblivious staff member’s cheerful, “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Haylock!” was lost in a fan’s excited scream on spotting Plastique on the sidewalk outside. Smiling tightly, he palmed the keycard and walked briskly towards the bank of elevators.

Traveling with one roll-on suitcase was itself a luxury. Roy so rarely went anywhere without having to bring Bianca’s bags or needing help loading luggage. Propping the suitcase on the coffee table, he checked his phone for missed notifications. There were the usual Instagram tags, but below he tapped on the message from “Pussyface”.

Miss you Willow. Wish you were here this weekend.

Smiling, he sent a string of lipstick kisses and a selfie strategically engineered to conceal any traces of his actual location.

Thirty seconds later, he added a very unsubtle shot of him cradling his half-hard dick, licking his lips when Adore sent back a row of middle fingers.

Roy cracked his knuckles, shucked off the blazer, and opened his suitcase.

He loaded a YouTube video just to check that his envisioned plan of attack was more or less accurate, comparing it with memories of what he’d observed in dressing rooms over the years.

Chuckling evilly, he sat in front of the mirror and set to work.

********

Roy blocked the outer half of his brows, waiting impatiently for them to dry. They felt odd that way, but doing a complete block and drawing them in their habitual position halfway up his forehead wouldn’t look right.

Concealing the shadow along his jaw took a bit longer, covered under a thick layer of foundation a few shades lighter than normal. He didn’t bother with any contouring on forehead and cheeks, instead concentrating on shrinking his nose down, changing its shape into something less narrow.

Frowning, he skipped over the well-used primary colors in his palette before setting it aside and digging back into the bag for a rarely-used case. The shimmering teal he applied around his eyes was as far from Bianca’s white and red-shaded smoke as possible. A little white went into the corners, closer to the scale a woman might actually use to highlight her eyes.

He reached into the box marked “eye pencils” for a mostly used up one, heating it with a hairdryer before smearing it thickly along upper and lower lids. Satisfied with the effect, liquid liner was next, drawing thick wings where Bianca’s raccoon shadow would normally be smudged. A single pair of lashes completed the eyes, and he practiced winking flirtatiously.

Nude lips were next. He studied the effect critically in the mirror (it called too much attention to his damnably distinguishing dimples) before reaching for a bright red. The lipstick was Adore’s, swept into his cases in a dressing room somewhere over the years and never quite returned. Exaggerating a pout, he skipped Bianca’s pronounced Cupid’s bow for a rounder shape.

Setting the makeup cases aside, he peered into the bottom half of the suitcase with a wicked grin.

Inside were items that would never be found in his or Bianca’s closet…but were awfully common among the fans descending on DragCon.

Bianca’s bottom half always started with tucking his exceedingly masculine bulge (“fucking huge dick”, according to Adore) followed by generous hip padding that extended well down Roy’s thighs to create curves and four pairs of tights.

Today, he didn’t bother tucking at all. Tossing the snug briefs aside, he unrolled a small bundle of fabric and pulled it on. The elastic bands hooked themselves over his hips and he adjusted himself, wiggling a few times until he was sure that there wouldn’t be any accidents. A pair of fishnets were next, unshaven legs on full display.

Simultaneously self-conscious and excited to step so far outside his usual comfort zone, Roy buttoned on a shredded pair of cutoff denim shorts (‘borrowed’ from Adore’s wardrobe a few weeks ago and apparently not missed either). The top rode well below the waistband of the tights, thong straps completely visible.

Biting his lip, he slipped on a crop top (also nabbed from Danny’s dresser) over his unpadded torso and a torn up Misfits t-shirt over it all. The holes showed off both the dusting of hair starting to grow back on his conspicuously flat chest, and the fact that he hadn’t bothered to shave under his arms - and wasn’t that an indulgence during Jamie.

Stepping up into shiny vinyl platform boots, he zipped them and examined himself in the mirror with a critical eye as the wig went on. Without Bianca’s usual base, the dark-rooted mermaid green hair settled into place slightly askew. He secured it with a handful of bobby pins, resisting the urge to detangle and blasting it with hairspray.

A spiked leather choker and enormous hoop earrings completed the look. Concentrating on softening his voice, he made eye contact with his reflection. A passable Adore cosplay stared back, and he grinned.

”Party.”

********

The DragCon floor felt vastly different amongst the crowds, not being escorted from place to place and no roar as a recognized queen. Instead, Roy melted into the sea of pink wigs, frilly crinolines, and ridiculous heels. There were dozens of others dressed as Adore, Trixie, Katya, and even a few Biancas that he had to give credit to for managing her face half-decently.

Most of the attention seemed to be focused on Brooke Lynn and Vanjie’s booths. He steered well clear, unsure whether Brooke Lynn’s sharp attention to detail would blow his surprisingly effective cover.

Adore’s line was one of the longer ones, and he could hear her laughter long before the pizza-printed backdrop came into view. Spinning a VIP badge, he slipped into line and kept his face nonchalantly turned towards the floor. He’d been complimented several times already on his “sick makeup”, which hadn’t required more than a smile in thanks, carefully controlled to avoid the dimples surfacing. The makeup changed the shape of his face, but there was no concealing his voice.

He reached the front of the line, maneuvering so that the gaggle of blushing young women ahead of him blocked Adore’s view as they approached her. The giggling and tears were simultaneously endearing and a little odd from this side of the table. After sharing hugs, one of them presented Adore with a gift bag that proved to contain a sketch of Adore and Bianca from one of their many drag selfies.

”Oh wow, did you draw this? It’s so good!” Adore kissed her cheek and beamed at her. “I love it, I can’t wait to show it to Bianca!”

“Ohmigod really?” The girl’s voice was quivering with what Bianca assumed to be excitement, face flushed pink.

“Yeah! She’s gonna love it too.”

”We were sad she isn’t here,” one of the others chimed in, sporting a passable rendition of Shangela’s spiky red outfit.

Adore paused in signing a photo, nodding. “I miss her, but she’s busy being rich and all that in London.”

”We really like her too! What’s she like for real?”

Gesturing for them to join her in front of the photo backdrop, Adore’s smile softened a bit as they moved to either side. “She’s the love of my life, like the most super amazing person ever.”

Roy lost the rest of what she said as the girls arranged themselves around her and several flashes went off. Adore’s seemingly offhand comment filled his chest with a peculiar warmth, and it took squeezing the edge of the table to bring his smile under control.

”Hi baby!” Adore’s voice came from his right.

He kept his chin ducked down, messy curls obscuring most of his face.

”I love your outfit,” she continued, voice gentle as he kept up the shy fan pretense. “Wanna hug?”

She stepped forward with her arms held out, and he let her fold him into an embrace that was 100% Adore but lacking their usual full-body contact. Unable to resist, Roy leaned in until his painted lips brushed her ear.

”Wanna fuck?”

Adore whipped her head around so fast that their noses barely missed colliding. Under the cover of both of their wigs, her mouth fell open and she blinked rapidly.

”What-“

”Shhhhh!”

For once, Adore actually listened and pasted on a wide smile while talking through her teeth.

”What. The fuck. Willow?”

”Surprise, pussyface.” As reluctant as he was to let go, they needed to separate before the length of their hug resulted in unwanted attention.

Holding onto his shoulders, she pushed him back to arms length.

“Oh my gosh, I love you too!” she added a bit too loudly before firmly pulling him back in and pressing his face against her shoulder. “Oh sweetie, don’t cry…”

Sure that he was leaving foundation on her bare skin, Roy nonetheless had to give her credit for fast thinking as she called out a “be right back!” to her staffer and maneuvered him behind the curtain at the back of the booth. On the way, he caught a glimpse of the fans in line behind him, a mixture of envy and hero worship written over their expressions.

********

”What the fuck, Willow?” Adore repeated once they were alone in the narrow canvas-lined corridor between her booth and the one on the other side. “You’re supposed to be in London!”

”You mean I can’t make a trip out to see my best girl?” He grinned, reveling in the shock.

”You…you’re…fuck!” she sputtered.

”That’s me. In fact-“

Whatever he meant to say next was cut off as Adore crushed her lips against his, hands curved around his jaw. He melted into the kiss for a moment before returning it with equal ferocity. Their tongues met in a series of sloppy open-mouthed kisses, lipstick smearing as Roy bit at Adore’s full lower lip.

“-fuck me,” she moaned into his mouth when they separated for air, eyes glazed over with passion. “Missed you so much.”

”Missed you too. You have no idea.”

Her gaze focused again as it traveled the length of his body.

”You look fucking hot as hell as me.” Her hands caressed his exposed midsection, gliding down over his abs and the waistband of the fishnets. “Holy fuck,” Adore groaned when she cupped him through the denim, “I can’t believe you’re wearing this.”

“They’re your shorts.” It was the only thing his rapidly short-circuiting brain could think of, losing the ability to think as her fingers popped all three buttons with one pull and she stared hungrily at the thong barely containing his erection.

”I’m going to-“

”Adore?” The staffer’s head peeked around the curtain. By some miraculous stroke of luck, her back was turned and body angled just so, concealing both her lustful stare and Roy’s open fly as she shoved his face back down onto her shoulder. “Everything okay?”

”Yeah.” Her voice was shaky but firm. “Give me a few? We’re a little uhhh emotional right now…”

”Oh! Of course. Why don’t you take a break for a little while? I can put the sign up for fifteen.”

Turning just enough to wink at the oblivious DragCon volunteer, Adore waved her thanks and waited until the curtain fell closed again before dragging Roy by the hand through the maze of metal supports and backdrops. She didn’t stop until they were both safely behind a door marked Queens Only. Glancing around quickly as she steered him into a corner, Roy realized that the much larger room had been partitioned into individual dressing room spaces. He stumbled a little as she pushed him into one of the spaces, recognizing her beat up makeup cases.

The curtain closed with a snap behind her, and then she was backing him against the wall with a predatory expression.

”We’ve got ten minutes,” she murmured, the husky tone sending a bolt of lust straight to his balls. “Which sucks, because I need to fuck you so bad right now.”

Roy’s head jerked to the side as the sound of rattling hangers came from the other side of one of the partitions. “Adore-“

”Shut. Up.” Her mouth covered his again, fingers delving underneath fishnet and black elastic to grope his ass and squeeze his still-hard cock. His own hands roamed over her in return, pinching a nipple through the gold star pasties and tugging the straps of her own thong.

“You know,” he tore himself free to whisper, “I can’t decide if the string up my ass is making me horny or if it’s the worst self-inflicted wedgie ever.”

”Fucking…B, if you don’t suck my cock now I’m going to bend you over this table.”

Adore looked every bit as serious as her threat sounded, and Roy sank to his knees, taking her pants down with him. Mouthing the fabric straining over the head, he froze when a very familiar voice came through the curtain.

”Adore? You in there?” Raja sounded mellow as always, and a long-fingered hand pulled the curtain aside. “I was wondering if you wanted to go have a- Oh, sorry!”

“Sort of busy right now.”

”I can see that,” Raja muttered. “I’ll umm, why don’t I come by your booth later?”

”Yeah.” Adore’s hands kept his face pressed to her crotch, preventing Raja from glimpsing more than the top of his head.

”…Danny.” She turned to leave, but paused halfway. Her voice was unexpectedly serious.

”…what? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

”Is he okay with this?” Roy froze at the admonishing whisper. While he was trying to be incognito, it wasn’t fair to let someone as perceptive as Raja worry about Adore’s behavior. Tugging free from her restraining grip, he leaned around Adore’s hip.

“He’s absolutely okay with this.” He smirked, watching Raja’s eyebrows fly up towards her hairline. “But don’t tell anyone that.”

”Ahhh. Good to see you, even if you’re not supposed to be here.” Raja let the curtain slip back closed. “You two better be careful,” she advised, “or else you know the rumors. Carry on.”

In the silence as her footsteps receded, Roy sat back on his heels and met Adore’s crestfallen eyes.

”Well shit. She’s right, you know, we probably shouldn’t be doing this here.”

”But-“

Roy hauled himself to his feet, brushing his fingers over her cheek.

“Shh. I want you just as bad, but I’m not going to start what we don’t have time to finish right now.”

Adore’s frustrated growl vibrated against his hand.

“Fuck, I know.”

Reaching into the front pocket of his shorts, Roy pulled out a keycard and pressed it into her hand.

”Three ninety-six. I’ll be there when you’re off the floor.”

”I’ve still got the runway show after. Come see me?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Now get out of here before someone else finds us.”

Adore pulled him into one last lingering kiss.

” ‘Kay.”

Tracing her lips with a finger, he cleared away the remnants of his lipstick on her mouth as best he could.

“I’ll be waiting.”

TO BE CONTINUED?

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #raja gemini #attempted smut #not casual at all #missalyssasecret #submission #what happens at drag con #canon compliant #dragcon

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Not Casual At All: Privacy Screen 1/? (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Adore did look stunning gagged with her own panties and cum covering her chest.

”I was fucking you. Well, Bianca was having Adore in someone’s backseat. The way you look when I fuck your ass makes me so hard. You had those red satin panties in your mouth and cum all over your chest. The things you make me want to do to you. I want to shove a dildo up your ass and make you beg for my cock. Fuck, sometimes I wonder if I could make you come just playing with your tits.”

Roy makes good on his dirty talk in Chapter 3 of Places Adore & Bianca Were Nearly Caught Having Sex (airplane), AKA what happens in the back of a limo on the way to the hotel.

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A/N: I haven’t abandoned my other WIP, but got distracted writing this one. - MAS

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On the other hand, he mused as dream-Bianca hiked Adore’s leg higher on her shoulder, Adore did look stunning gagged with her own panties and cum covering her chest.

”Yeah?” Danny’s voice was a breathy whisper. “Tell me.”

”I was fucking you,” he flicked his tongue out to lick Danny’s lips, watching his already wide pupils blow even further open. “Well, Bianca was having Adore in someone’s backseat.”

Danny squirmed, and he could feel his cock grow even harder.

”The way you look when I fuck your ass makes me so hard. You had those red satin panties in your mouth and cum all over your chest.” It wouldn’t be long; Danny’s hand had fallen still on Roy’s cock, his own leaking profusely.

”Your nipples were so hard, I couldn’t stop playing with them.” Danny’s eyes were starting to glaze over, and Roy sped up his strokes. Almost there.

”The things you make me want to do to you. I want to shove a dildo up your ass and make you beg for my cock.” Where the fuck had that come from? “Fuck, sometimes I wonder if I could make you come just playing with your tits.”

********

Bianca raised a painted eyebrow when their driver arrived to take them back to the hotel from the venue. She’d been expecting a couple of steps up from Uber, but not car service that involved a suit and tie. (It did, however, explain why Jamie was trying not to laugh when he told her he’d made arrangements for a ride.) The driver, whose name tag proclaimed his name to be Matthew, took charge of their bags, and if he hadn’t been expecting two drag queens in six inch heels, he certainly didn’t show it.

Adore gave Matthew a dirty smile and a wink, deflating a little when he merely smiled back politely. She pouted at his back as he led them out of the theatre, dragging her proverbial heels and shooting Bianca a scowl when she didn’t bother concealing her amusement.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Bianca nearly collided with Adore’s back when she stopped abruptly.

“What-“

”…”

“Oh.”

Instead of a towncar or SUV parked outside, Matthew was loading their collective luggage into the trunk of a limousine. He opened the door and made to hand them both in, although Bianca was certain she could see the hint of a smile lurking on his face. Sighing, she grabbed Adore’s elbow and tugged her towards the curb.

The inside of the limo was elegantly appointed in leather (easier to wipe clean, most likely), and Bianca kicked off her heels before putting her feet up. She hunted through the minibar for something to drink, retrieving a tiny bottle of wine while Adore was still gaping at the interior.

“Ladies?”

“Yes, my angel?”

”Looks like there’s a traffic jam leaving the downtown. I’ve tried rerouting, but it’s probably going to take an hour at least to get you to your destination at the Westin.”

”Well,” she shrugged in response, “you’ve got the hard part.”

”If you’d like, there’s-“ Matthew paused when he saw the glass already in her hand. “Ahh. I see you’ve found the bar.”

Bianca grinned.

”You’ve got enough back here to keep two queens occupied. We’ll try not to make too much noise.”

He nodded, started the engine, and rolled up the privacy screen. As they pulled away from the theatre, Adore finally closed her open mouth.

”B…?”

”Hmmmm?”

She waited as Adore slid across the seat and cuddled into her side.

“I could get used to this.”

********

Ten minutes and less than four blocks later, Adore was already fidgeting. Bianca had watched her play with the various climate controls, take out her phone and put it away after poking halfheartedly through social media, and dig through the contents of the minibar. She’d eventually given up, slumped against Bianca’s shoulder and grabbed the hand resting on her thigh.

“Ugh. This is gonna suck.”

”Free alcohol and no seatbelts pussyface, what’s not to like?”

The frown creasing Adore’s nose probably shouldn’t have been as cute as it was.

”I’m horny.”

”You’re always horny.”

“Yeah, but I was hoping we’d have time for, I dunno…blowjobs before the meet and greet?”

She did have a point. Between flying in from opposite sides of the country, delays from the same traffic in getting to the venue, and eight queens stuffed in one dressing room, she’d barely been able to hug Adore without someone less than two feet away. Their schedules had kept them apart for the better part of two months, and while Bianca prized everything else about their relationship, she admittedly hadn’t done more than jerk off since Danny kissed Roy goodbye at the airport.

Bianca considered what was at the bottom of her oversized black leather handbag. Along with lash glue and powder, she’d packed something else, intending to be ready the next time Adore talked her into dressing room sex. She eyed the privacy screen, snapped the toggle to lock it in the “up” position, and mentally shrugged. Now was probably as good a time as any…

She hiked the skirt of her sequined gown up and moved to straddle Adore’s lap.

”I’ve got a better idea.”

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #smut #not casual at all #privacy screen #missalyssasecret #submission #canon compliant

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Places Adore & Bianca Were Nearly Caught Having Sex, 1/? (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

If asked, Roy could name plenty of things they’d done together in fairly risky places over the years.

Chapter One: There’d been countless messy, rushed mutual handjobs crammed into the same bunk during the Battle of the Seasons tour while the others slept just feet away. Later that same tour, Bianca had nearly gotten caught fingering Adore backstage (Manila hadn’t seemed skeptical at their explanation of fixing her tuck).

Smut, humor, and a side order of feelings. Carryover from the events referenced in chapter six of “What Happens at DragCon…”.

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A/N: I had a few requests to expand on the list of incidents mentioned, so here they are (and a few more). I haven’t set a chapter cap, so please feel free to suggest scenarios :) -MAS

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Battle of the Seasons

The Battle of the Seasons tour became infinitely more interesting once Roy and Danny started sharing a bed beyond the literal sense. Rooming together had previously been a good way for Bianca to ensure that Adore was ready on time and they’d enjoyed each other’s company. Now, it provided a conveniently innocent excuse to retire for the evening and fuck each other into the mattress with their sisters being none the wiser.

If it had ended there, behind the locked door only, that would have been one thing. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who was asked), it seldom stayed in appropriate places.

********

Danny had been beyond thrilled to learn that the constant stream of jokes aimed at Bianca and Roy about age and libido were as opposite to the facts as possible. As open as the ABCD were, Roy had always been slightly circumspect with regards to his relationships, and almost completely silent about any trade he picked up. He’d expected that Roy would be a devoted lover, but also that he might draw the line at getting off together more than once a day.

Adore might be a bit slow, but he had never been happier to be wrong.

He discovered this when they spent a lazy morning in bed on a day off, indulging in a room service breakfast and no plans until a noon shopping trip. Breakfast was abandoned the moment Roy made a show of licking spilled syrup off his hand, lips pursed around a finger and cheeks hollowed. Seeing the effect of his teasing, he set down his coffee moments before Danny pounced, and breakfast was forgotten in favor of sucking Danny off before reaching his own release between Danny’s round ass cheeks.

Afterwards, plates of now-cold waffles and fruit littered the table, the aforementioned syrup overturned in a puddle on the tray. They finished the interrupted meal and kissed lazily until Danny’s dick began to stir again, encouraged by Roy’s quiet noises of satisfaction. He made a comment about round two, tugging at Roy’s boxers, only to have him chuckle before pushing him out of bed and telling him to shower.

Danny was a bit confused and disappointed, but prepared to take matters into his own hands, so to speak. He’d been certain that Roy wouldn’t object to going again, especially since they had plenty of time before they had to be dressed and out of the hotel. Sighing, he stepped under the spray, rinsing off the remains of their morning activities from his lower back and thighs. His cock hardened further when he thought about how Roy had pinned him facedown to the bed while he was still riding out the aftershocks and used his ass without ever actually dipping inside. Leaning back against the wall, he closed his eyes and began lazily stroking himself with soap-slick fingers, mentally replaying all of the filthy things Roy had whispered in his ear while they fucked.

As he was picking up speed, the curtain snapped open with a rush of cold air. Danny froze, cock still gripped tight in his fist, staring when a very naked Roy joined him under the spray.

“Just couldn’t wait for me, ehh?“ The water streamed down, rivulets dripping from Roy’s hair over his cheeks and lips. (His hair was just long enough to curl, and he would probably start complaining soon about needing to get it cut. Danny didn’t stop to think about how he knew that.)

Danny continued staring as Roy reached past him for the soap, as if showering together was completely normal.

“Uhhhh…”

“Hmmm?“ Turning to rinse his shoulders, Roy’s back was on full display and Danny felt his mouth dropping open. Again. Bianca’s corsets didn’t do his torso justice, concealing the well-defined muscles leading down to a pair of dimples on his lower back ("And my ass,” he’d laughed to Danny during their third or fourth time. “I wasn’t kidding on camera.” “Huh?” “…didn’t you watch our season?” “Yeah, but…oh. Oh!” “You’re lucky you’re cute.”)

Roy nudged the shower off, tossing a towel over Danny’s head.

“C'mon, or don’t you want to do it in the bed?”

Danny trailed him damply out of the bathroom. Roy had apparently been busy tidying their mess while Danny was fantasizing in the shower: all of the scattered dishes were neatly stacked on the tray, spilled coffee wiped off the table, and pillows retrieved from the floor.

“Whuh? I thought you didn’t-”

Danny didn’t get a chance to finish the thought as Roy whipped the towel off and shoved him onto the sheets before climbing on top.

“What? I like to fuck clean, and you had syrup in your hair."

********

Two cities later, the queens were busy bedding down for another night on the road. Danny had grown increasingly sulky as it grew later, thinking about how Roy was so close (his bunk was directly above Danny’s) but they couldn’t mess around in such close quarters.

Again? Couldn’t have been more wrong.

Danny moped down the narrow hallway after brushing his teeth, nearly tripping over Sharon’s shoes. Roy had gone to bed earlier, barely giving him a glance as he passed by downstairs. Danny paused outside his own bunk, debating whether he should peek in and see if he could steal a kiss goodnight.

As he pulled the curtain back, a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, tugging him forward.

”Oww!” Danny’s forehead collided painfully with the frame.

”Shhhh!” They both froze, listening for any signs of movement. Luckily, it didn’t seem that anyone had heard.

Roy tugged again. “Get in here.”

”What?”

”Oh my fucking god. Did you hit your head that hard?”

”No?”

Still rubbing his head, Danny slipped into the dark space. Roy had his phone screen on, illuminating his impatient expression where he waited pressed against the wall. His hair was pillow-mussed, and he carefully folded his glasses onto the shelf as Danny closed the curtain again behind him. There was just enough room for them both, Roy’s slender legs tangled with Danny’s.

”I dunno if this is a good idea.”

Danny couldn’t believe he was being the voice of reason.

“Why not?”

”Aren’t you, like, what if someone hears us?”

”With Jinkx snoring? I think we’re safe. And,” Roy leaned forward, molding his body against Danny’s, who swallowed when he felt the erection nudging his hip. “We’re not full on fucking in here.”

“I don’t think I can blow you in here?” Geometry wasn’t Danny’s strong suit, but he was fairly sure he couldn’t scrunch down far enough to reach the interesting parts with his mouth. And even if he could, there wasn’t enough vertical space to, well, fit Roy’s deliciously large cock in his mouth without hitting his head.

Rolling his eyes, Roy settled back against the wall. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He kicked off his boxers and tugged Danny’s down to his knees. Grabbing Danny’s hand, he licked the palm before directing it down to his own dick. “I know you know what to do with that.”

Danny frowned. “I can jerk off by myself.”

The Bianca stare Roy directed at him was distinctly unimpressed.

”All right! All right.” It only took a few strokes for his cock to harden, and he leaned forward for a kiss, confused when Roy planted a hand on his chest to hold him back.

”…uhhh, B?”

”Keep going. Don’t touch me.”

”What about you?”

Roy’s smile was pure sin. “I want to watch.”

Danny’s cock jumped in his hand. They’d done quite a few things, but somehow jerking off in front of Roy when they weren’t otherwise fucking seemed awfully…kinky. Roy’s grin widened the moment he saw it click.

Danny let his eyes fall half closed, watching Roy through his lashes as he gradually sped up the pace of his strokes. It was a bit awkward using the arm he was lying on, but nothing he couldn’t ignore. Glancing down, he could see Roy teasing the head of his own cock, and the sight sent a surge of lust straight to his balls.

The barely-there moan on an exhale made his eyes snap fully open again. He knew that sound. Roy’s lips were parted, breath coming faster. His other hand had disappeared below the neckline of his loose shirt, and Danny would bet that he was playing with his own nipples

Unsure whether exhibition was intended with the voyeurism, Danny decided that putting on a bit of a show wouldn’t be a bad thing. He sucked on the middle and index fingers of his free hand, watching Roy’s pupils blow even wider open. Trailing the wet fingers down his chest, he made a point of pinching both nipples before before rubbing those same fingers over his leaking cock head.

Pleased that he had Roy’s unblinking attention, Danny slid his hand further down, cupping his balls before delving further back. Slowly, he rolled onto his back, knees splayed as wide open as he could manage in the narrow space. Arching up, he circled the slick fingers around his hole before slipping the tip of one inside.

Roy’s panting and hand had both picked up speed, and Danny reveled in the feeling of the stare caressing his body. He rolled his hips with every stroke, thrusting up into his fist and back down again, finger fucking himself. Ass play wasn’t one of his favorite things unless he was in the mood, but it was worth it to watch Roy grow steadily more aroused.

For a few minutes there was nothing but the sensuous sound of skin on skin and choked-off moans.

In the dark enclosed space, everything felt more intimate as they lay close but not touching, breath ghosting over each other’s mouth. Roy’s ridiculous dick-sucking lips were even more swollen than usual, and Danny slowly ran his tongue over his own, flicking the tip out suggestively.

” ‘M close,” he whispered, eyes falling closed. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He barely had time to be surprised when Roy pulled his hand off and replaced it with his own, before orgasm hit and he came in hot spurts over Roy’s fist. Roy stroked him through it, finally bringing their lips together to swallow Danny’s moans and whimpers.

As soon as the aftershocks settled, Danny surged up, rolling Roy onto his back and nearly hitting his head on the low ceiling in the process. Mouths still connected, he wrapped his fingers around Roy’s cock. It only took a few quick strokes before Roy spilled out his own release.

They slowly came down together, breathing returning to normal bit by bit. Danny had just started to wonder how he was going to clean the cum off his hand (licking it was out of the question - that was only sexy straight from the source, so to speak) when Roy produced a towel from under the pillow. As he wiped them both down, Danny yawned, lethargy stealing over him. Roy finished cleaning them up, balled up the towel in a plastic bag (Danny didn’t ask how far ahead he’d planned this), and pulled both of their underwear back on.

Danny felt too drained to move, but he knew he should probably drop into his own bunk before they both fell asleep.

“M’gonna…I should go.”

”I know.” Roy didn’t sound terribly awake himself. “Just stay here a minute, yeah?”

“ ‘Kay.” Danny let Roy gather him close, head pillowed on his shoulder.

”B?”

”…mmm?”

”I should…yeah.”

”Mmmhmmm.”

Roy thanked foresight for getting them both dressed again when Michelle went to wake everyone up the next morning and found Danny still spooning him. He used his carefully pre-planned excuse (“He was probably drunk, you know? I woke up with him here and couldn’t get him to move.”) Michelle seemed more interested in the coffee Alaska had already started and gave him a distracted nod before heading off.

Crisis averted and cuddling.

********

Half an hour to show time, and queens buzzed back and forth in the dressing room doing final touches. Bianca had claimed a corner for herself and Adore (so normal by now that no one commented), and was moving around helping style wigs and contour, her own prep long since completed.

As she finished checking the glue at Alaska’s hairline, Adore’s voice rang out.

”Hey B? Can you come help me with something?”

”What is it now?” Bianca didn’t look up from testing the stability of Alaska’s gravity-defying pouf.

”Just come here!”

”Go on,” Alaska made shooing motions. “Make sure she hasn’t broken anything.”

They shared a laugh, and Bianca headed towards the bathroom. Inside, she found Adore perched on the counter, swinging her legs idly. Her loose dress was tucked up out of the way, fishnets around her ankles, and one hand down the front of her panties.

“Don’t even try to tell me you need help tucking,” Bianca began in a dry tone.

”I dunno B,” Adore winked at her, her wrist moving in a suspicious rhythm. “Like I know my dick should touch my ass, but I can’t when it’s so hard.”

”You,” Bianca kicked the door the rest of the way shut and moved closer, “are insatiable.”

”I’m pretty sure that was you humping my ass this morning.

”I didn’t hear you complaining.”

Bianca stopped between Adore’s spread thighs, resisting only a moment before she ducked down for a kiss.

“Watch the lipstick, bitch,” she muttered without heat when Adore tugged her bottom lip playfully.

“We’ve got time for a quickie.”

“No, we don’t because some of us are wearing four pairs of tights and pads and have our dicks taped down.”

She pressed a few more kisses to Adore’s pouting mouth, moaning quietly when fingers trailed over her painted collarbone.

“I’m so fucking horny, come on, please?”

Bianca straightened the messy wig, checking for stray bobby pins out of habit.

“Not now. Finish getting dressed, behave, and I’ll blow you during intermission.” She leaned closer, lips barely brushing Adore’s ear as she whispered, “I’ll even let you fuck my face.”

Adore whimpered, eyes glazing over.

”I have to change my wig anyway, so you can mess it up.”

“Hey!”

”Best offer you’re gonna get. Otherwise you can wait till after the after party and take the chance that I’ll be too drunk to get it up.”

It was an empty threat, and they both knew it.

“You’re never too drunk to fuck me.”

“…you really want something up your ass that bad?” Bianca’s lips hovered over Adore’s. Up close, her lipstick shimmered with an iridescent oil slick of colors, tongue darting out impishly.

Adore’s eyes widened and she nodded eagerly. Unhooking the fingerloop from her hand, Bianca stared at her while rolling up her sleeve. She shouldn’t have been surprised when Adore reached into her bra and fished out a packet of lube.

”What were you planning to do if that fell out onstage?”

”Tell them I borrowed the bra from you?”

Instead of replying, Bianca pulled Adore’s hand out of her panties, pausing to lick the pre-come off her palm. A gentle shove got Adore to slouch back against the mirror, eyes dark with anticipatory lust. She hooked the black fabric to the side, gave the exposed balls a tickling caress, and pulled Adore’s hand down to hold the elastic out of the way.

Bianca thoroughly coated a couple of fingers with lube, propping the packet up on the edge of the sink (no point in losing track of it and getting it on her gown). Adore shifted on the counter, other hand moving down under her thigh to grip and spread herself wide open.

”You sure?” Bianca stroked the sensitive skin around her hole in slow circles, watching as Adore’s cock twitched inside her panties. “You’re gonna have to perform with lube dripping out of your ass.”

”Shut up and fuck me.”

She didn’t waste any more time with teasing, plunging both fingers in up to the knuckle and slapping her other hand over Adore’s mouth to muffle the moan.

“You,” Bianca’s tone was conversational even as she twisted her fingers just to see Adore’s eyes roll back, “are such a slut.”

Adore hummed in agreement, and Bianca added a third finger.

“We fucked this morning and you still can’t get enough, can you?”

Adore’s head lolled back and forth in agreement.

”I fucked you wide open on my cock.”

Adore got off hard on dirty talk, and she was only too happy to oblige. Bianca felt her tuck growing tight but trusted the tape to hold. They had to be running out of time, and she thrust her fingers in harder and faster, mimicking their activities from the morning. Adore was back to stroking her erection, eyes clenched shut.

”Only for me.” Bianca didn’t know where the assertion came from, tightening her hand over Adore’s mouth as she nodded.

”You’re always so fucking tight. I know you say you’re a top, but look at you begging me to fill your greedy ass. That what you want?”

Adore’s lipstick was going to be smeared all over her palm by the time they were done, mouthing words and broken off moans under the cover of Bianca’s hand.

”I’m gonna tie your hands together so you can’t touch yourself.”

Bianca hoped she wasn’t crossing a line, but they’d have to have that conversation another time. Adore clenched around her fingers as she said it, so it probably wasn’t too much.

“I’ll fuck you for hours like that, angel. See if you can come just from my cock in you. You’d like that?”

She pulled her hand off Adore’s mouth for a reply, watched her forehead crease into the frown that meant she was close to coming.

As she thrust her fingers in as deep as possible, two things happened in rapid succession.

Adore came with a strangled cry, her hole pulsing around Bianca’s fingers, and somehow managing not to get any cum on either of their dresses.

A moment later, the unlocked (Bianca kicked herself. How had she forgotten to lock it?) door opened and Manila popped her head in.

“Hey guys, I thought I heard yelling? Michelle wants us all up in- “ Manila’s voice trailed off, taking in Adore’s flushed face and the position of Bianca’s hands. “Ummm, guys?”

Fuck.

Bianca rapidly schooled her face into an expression of long-suffering patience, simultaneously tugging Adore’s dress down to hide her crotch and knocking the packet of lube into the sink. She turned to face Manila, wet fingers carefully held behind her back. There wasn’t anything she could do about her sleeve, but hopefully Manila wouldn’t notice.

”Delano tried tucking and twisted a nut.” It was a stretch, but Bianca could sell bullshit better than anyone. It had happened to a few queens she knew over the years, and was at least plausible. With luck, Adore’s just-fucked expression might be mistaken for one of agony instead of ecstasy.

Miraculously, Manila seemed to believe the explanation, her own face creasing in pained sympathy.

”Oh fuck, sorry Adore! Should I tell Michelle? Does she need a doctor?”

Bianca didn’t stop to wonder why she didn’t realize that had it actually been the case, Adore would have been in much worse shape.

“No, I think we’re okay now. Tell Michelle we’ll be up as soon as I get pizza party back into her tights?”

Nodding, Manila closed the door again, off to doubtless create a wave of sympathy that she hoped wouldn’t backfire. She was endlessly grateful for the hay fever that meant no one would be able to smell the cum Adore still had clenched in her hand.

Adore looked dazed as Bianca blotted up the evidence with damp paper towels, groaning in protest when she spread her open to wipe up the leftover lube. Bianca boosted her down from the counter, waiting impatiently for her wobbly legs to steady.

Rolling her sleeve back down, she checked for any spots she might have missed, relieved when Adore’s brain came back online and she could hold up her own weight

”You,” she muttered while tucking the now-limp cock back into Adore’s panties and pulling her fishnets up, “are so fucking lucky Manila bought that.”

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #smut #humor #places adore and bianca were nearly caught having sex #missalyssasecret #submission #canon compliant #tour fic #dragcon

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Not Casual At All: Things Left Unsaid (biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Not Casual At All continues with 5,500 words of biadore smut and feelings, based on the prompt of Danny surprising Roy in his dressing room. Set this past Wednesday 8 May, before Adore appeared at Rain on Saturday.

Related fics:

ABCD dressing room

What Happens in the Sewing Room

I tried for shameless, plotless porn, but failed spectacularly. - MAS

********

Bianca paused across the dressing room threshold, leaning back on the closed door with eyes closed and taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she met her reflected gaze in the mirror with a sigh.

Two shows in one day had them all exhausted, the marathon of a musical so different from her own comedy tour. Staying in one place for an extended amount of time was wonderful, but the intensity of performing daily (and going from boy to queen in less than twenty minutes) was the trade off.

Even out of drag, meeting fans at the stage door - while always enjoyable - meant she was still wearing Bianca.

Bianca’s name was the one people called out, the one signed on programs and tickets.

Bianca was also the reason that Roy Haylock, costumer by day and sharp-tongued comic by night, was able to travel the world and perform for thousands of fans at sold out venues.

A reporter in the Philippines asked what he would be doing without Bianca. Leaving aside that she had always existed in his head in the form of biting commentary, it wasn’t a particularly difficult question to answer. Roy had been more than satisfied draping and designing for Broadway and coming home to his shoebox of an apartment with Sammy and Dede. Life wasn’t empty without Bianca, just different.

Without her though, he never would have had the experience of Drag Race. Without Drag Race, Bianca wouldn’t have met Adore and Courtney and Darienne. And without them - especially Adore - he might not have let down the wall around his heart.

Tossing his Sharpie on the table, Roy pushed his glasses up and ran a hand over his face. Being in different corners of the world was hardly unusual, but even the group text was no substitute for spending time in person. He’d been spoiled by those weeks at home, meeting up with friends for brunch and shopping downtown. Evenings out at the club or bar dancing and drinking with Adore and her endless supply of wigs. Lazy days with Danny on his couch talking over everything, followed by nights in the same bed.

Although he tried to tell himself he missed the sex (true), having Danny around meant more than that and it hardly happened every time they were together. What did you label having regular, non-committed sex with your best friend? Friends with benefits was too superficial, and ‘relationship’ felt too shallow to describe the kind of connection that went beyond anything physical.

Sex with Adore, with Danny, was easy and satisfying. It was interrupting a movie to suck each other off, a sleepy handjob after waking up together, or (one memorable time) pausing in the middle of fucking for conversation because Danny remembered a new restaurant he wanted to try. Above all, it felt safe falling into bed with someone he trusted. It was familiar and undemanding, no awkward morning after, with someone who already knew their way around his house, never mind his body.

Non-committed didn’t mean fucking tons of other people, at least on Roy’s part. He wasn’t joking about never knowing whether someone was genuinely interested in him or just wanted to get into Bianca’s wardrobe. At the end of the day, needing to keep some things personal and private won out. But asking Danny for - or even talking about - that kind of commitment would be unfair when they were on different continents several months out of the year.

Speaking of separate continents, they wouldn’t cross paths again for months - Adore’s tour in Australia and Europe out of sync with Bianca’s engagements.

Someone knocked on the door and he straightened from his slouch at the vanity table, twisting his lips into a smile from their introspective frown.

“Yeah?”

The knocking continued.

“You can come in,” he called, wondering if it was some of the theatre staff who were still being far too polite.

He turned as the door opened, and had half a breath to be surprised before Danny lifted him off the chair into a hug.

“What-“ The strength of his grip squeezed the air from his lungs, and for a moment Roy let himself relax completely, balanced up on his toes and faces buried in each other’s necks.

Danny finally let go (and had he waited for him to lean back first?), lacing their fingers together tightly. He was still carrying an overnight bag and smelled like stale airplane air, clothes rumpled (although with her closet, it was difficult to tell what was intentional and what was yesterday’s laundry on the floor). There was a hint of eyeliner smeared on his lower lids and a dusting of glitter on the temples along with a few days’ worth of stubble, skating the edge of gender construct as ever.

Roy opened his mouth to say something, but the sudden tightness in his chest choked the words back. Instead, he squeezed Danny’s hands in silence, soaking in the warmth of Adore’s sweet smile on his face.

“Hi.”

********

Danny took a moment to really look at him, taking in the loose black sweater and pants, the slouchy knit hat, and exhausted brown eyes. Even in his oversized glasses and without paint, he could see traces of Bianca clinging to Roy. It was more than the red stain of lipstick, something about the way his shoulders were tense as if he couldn’t relax enough to shed her presence.

Dropping the bag, he sat down and pulled Roy onto his lap with only minor protest. Roy always ran cold out of drag, and he immediately wrapped both arms around him again. The weight of his head came to rest on Danny’s shoulder, face hidden against his neck. Despite the days of rehearsals and backstage mayhem, he didn’t seem to be noticeably thinner than when Danny kissed him goodbye a few weeks ago. Relieved that Roy was at least taking care of his body, Danny focused on his energy as he spoke.

“What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining, I just - aren’t you and Bunny hosting at Rain on Saturday?” Roy didn’t bother lifting his head, words murmured between them.

“Yup.”

“You aren’t staying, are you?” The question was more of a statement, shaded with a hint of wistfulness.

“Yeah,” Danny shifted their weight enough to slide one hand underneath the baggy sweater, arm curved against bare skin, “I gotta go back tomorrow night. I was kind of hoping you’d let me crash with you.”

The way his body sagged into Danny’s arm was both concerning and something that he’d think about later. Preferably when he wasn’t completely sober, because his situation with Roy was simultaneously the simplest and the most difficult relationship he had in his life.

Roy raised his head after a moment, not to reply but to rest their foreheads together. He smelled like coconut oil makeup remover and the musty aroma somehow present in all theatres no matter how new.

“What are you doing here, pussyface?”

As if Roy didn’t already know. But maybe he needed to hear it said out loud?

Danny carefully extracted one arm, wrapping fingers around the back of his neck to squeeze gently.

“I’m here for you, Willow.”

********

Being at a loss for words was becoming a pattern tonight, one that was unfamiliar to Roy. Clown face or not, he usually had a quick answer; Danny taking a trans-Atlantic flight to see him for less than twenty four hours was something else. His mental Rolodex didn’t have any entries under ‘Best friend: what to do when they do something completely impractical that you shouldn’t encourage but are very happy they did’.

There wasn’t any need to fill Danny in on how the show was going so far, no small talk to fill the air. They’d covered that and more via text message and phone calls.

“Have I mentioned,” he kept his tone light, “that you’re crazy and I love you?”

The Adore smile was back, the one that curved her painted lips into a bracket of mischief. Without lipstick, it settled on Danny’s mouth and only widened when he spoke.

“Not today yet, but I know you were busy.”

“I’m glad you’re here. I’m supposed to tell you that you shouldn’t have wasted money and time when you’ve got a gig coming up, but…” Roy was already aware of the calculation in the back of his mind of how much time they really had together.

“My turn to do something for you, bitch.”

“Yeah?”

Danny could usually read Bianca, and by extension Roy, with little effort. Except this time, he wasn’t sure what exactly he should do, only that he couldn’t not follow the feeling tugging at the pit of his stomach that Roy needed him. That feeling had led him to buying a plane ticket before he’d even stopped to consider if it was a good idea.

“Yeah. I’m yours for the next twelve hours. Thirteen. Fifteen? Whatever it is before 5 pm tomorrow.”

Voices and footsteps passed outside the door, and Roy inhaled sharply, physically unmoving but the slightest emotional step away that prickled against Danny’s intuition. He talked casually about energy all of the time, but being with Roy made him aware of everything that much more. Without that sensitivity blunted by a buzz of any type, it felt like he was pulling back and Danny wasn’t going to let him.

“Stop it.”

“What?” Roy frowned, not sure what he was referring to. “I should take you to meet everyone. There’s one of the girls in the cast who you’d love, and-mmmmphhhh“

The kiss effectively silenced his attempt to follow what should be proper hosting behavior and Roy lost himself in it without a struggle. Danny’s mouth was soft against his, the way he flicked the tip of his tongue against the inside of his lips familiar and welcome. Their mouths moved together slowly in a rhythm of licks and caresses that kept the kiss undemanding. He could feel the heat radiating from Danny’s hand underneath his shirt, fingers fanned out to press firmly between his shoulders. His own were buried in Danny’s hair, tugging in a way that was less controlling and more about anchoring them closer together.

They pulled apart a moment later, Danny’s tongue darting out to catch the threads of saliva connecting their lips.

“What do you need?” He spoke the words against Roy’s mouth, not kissing but breathing the same air. “Like, I’m cool with meeting the other guys if that’s what you want. Or we can hit up the spots from the last time? Or go back to yours and…”

Danny paused for a breath, then frowned and leaned back enough to make steady eye contact. “If you want me tonight, I’m yours.”

I’m always yours, even when I’m with someone else.

“However you wanna do things. I mean, we don’t have to fuck, like of course I’m down if you are, but-“

Without Bianca’s blue eyes, Roy’s were soft with exhaustion and what might be a little bit of relief. Danny waited, impatient but forcing himself to be still.

“This- this is good. Right here, us.”

“Okay.” If that’s what Roy wanted, Danny was happy to spend another hour making out in the dressing room. He’d half expected him to insist on going out, maybe walking the London streets together, or going back to his rented flat and fucking each other into the mattress. They’d done both over the years, and everything in between, but the slow kissing spoke more to Roy’s emotional state than anything else. Roy always kissed confidently, sometimes dominant and demanding (Danny enjoyed those, usually because they accompanied the kind of rough sex that left them both coming hard), other times gentler and so sweet it made his chest ache strangely to think about. Tonight though, his kisses felt almost tentative, as if he was afraid that Danny would change his mind if he pushed too hard.

“Hold on,” he murmured, gripping Roy’s hips until he took the hint, wrapping his legs around Danny’s waist as he stood. There was a high table by the window already half covered in bouquets and vases, and Danny pivoted to set him down there.

“Remember the last time?” Roy laughed quietly.

Danny paused for a moment, thinking about them in the bathroom of another dressing room a few months ago. The position was the same, but the mood a polar opposite - hungry lust that night versus sensual comfort in the here and now. He watched as Roy settled with his back to the wall between windows, clearly replaying that night as well.

“Yeah, but no corset no one waiting on us. Right?”

“Shouldn’t be. Who else knows you’re here?”

Danny moved to flip the lock on the door, also an improvement from the ABCD venue. “Just John and Mom. And the guy who let me in, he wanted to see my ID and everything and said he’d only do it if I signed his ass for his girlfriend. Oh, and the blonde lady. Faye? She said hi when I was coming up the stairs. And uhh, maybe some people I passed in the hall?”

Instead of becoming impatient waiting for Danny to finish the list, Roy looked more amused with every name, reading between the lines. “Okay, so half the cast?”

“…yeah. What did you tell them?”

“Nothing to worry about, pussyface. Just every dick pic you’ve ever sent me and that video of-“

“Hey! You said you deleted it when I asked you to send it!”

Roy chuckled, not the showy laugh but something quieter and more intimate.

“I’m kidding. And I couldn’t delete it, what else am I going to jerk off to in the tub?”

“You know,” Danny narrowed his eyes, “I still can’t always tell when you’re serious.”

That set off a Bianca cackle of glee.

“Get back here, bitch,” he accompanied the words with a tug on Danny’s shirt. “I missed you.”

********

Ten minutes later, Roy’s sweater was off but otherwise they were still where they started, necking like teenagers in the backseat of a car with hands above the waist. Danny was careful not to mark him, nothing that couldn’t be covered up easily. He might not care right now if his castmates knew what they’d been up to, but Danny really was trying to work on the whole professional thing.

Roy’s ankles were crossed just below Danny’s ass, and he used them to pull their bodies closer. He groaned against his lips when the erection Danny had been successfully not grinding into him made contact with his thigh.

“Was wondering if you were too tired from the flight,” Roy teased.

“Hey, I can’t help it!” He’d been trying to let Roy set the (extremely slow) pace and not push for more. “You make me hard.” Something else was contributing as well, but he kept that to himself for now.

“Save it till we get back? Should be a taxi outside, and-“ Roy was already hopping off the table and shoving clothes into his bag.

“I can, but we don’t have to wait if you don’t want.”

Slipping his glasses back on, Roy pinned him with a look. “I really don’t have anything on me in here. And-“

Danny cut him off again, actually ahead of Roy’s infamous over-preparedness for once. Way ahead. Possibly the only time, but he’d take it. He reached into the outer pocket of his own bag, coming up with a travel sized bottle of lube and a condom.

“Ta da!”

As he watched, Roy licked his lips and closed his eyes briefly. When they opened again, he shivered in anticipation at the hungry expression. Danny recognized the signs of suppressed arousal, and moved closer until they were toe to toe.

“You can have me right here,” he whispered intimately, “if that’s what you want.”

“Considering what I’d like to do, you’d be more comfortable at mine.” The calmness of Roy’s voice was belied by his hands clenching against Danny’s sides.

“Nuh uhh. I’m ready.”

“…what?”

“Airport. Delta lounge. I told you, I’m here for you however you need.”

Roy’s gulp was audible, and Danny’s smile widened. Apparently Bianca was the one picking up Adore’s traits, and not the other way around. Glancing down, he could see a bulge outlined by Roy’s thin pants, nipples hard against the fabric of his tank top.

“In fact…” Danny trailed his hand across Roy’s chest, tweaking a nipple through his shirt before sliding down to cup his growing erection. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

It took a moment for the words to register, and Roy’s mouth was dry when he finally spoke.

“More than just being here?”

Danny caught Roy’s hands, lifting them to run his tongue over the sensitive skin between his fingers. Truth be told, he was a bit uncomfortable, but the thought of doing something for Roy who was always a generous lover…well, it didn’t take away the slight awkwardness, but it was worth it.

He guided their joined hands behind his back, nudging Roy to slip his hand under the waistband of his jeans. His fingers skated over the edge of the jockstrap, squeezing a little more aggressively as they moved towards the center. Danny locked their eyes together, tongue flicking across Roy’s palm as his other hand pulled aside the thong and came in contact with silicone.

Danny had precisely six seconds between Roy finding the plug and then finding himself face down across the table. All traces of diffidence and hesitation gone, he ground his clothed erection against Danny’s ass and grabbed a fistful of hair to yank his head back sharply. His eyes were dark with want when their gazes met, breath fanning hot over Danny’s cheek.

Roy paused for a fraction of a second, waiting for Danny’s slight nod. The kiss he pressed to Danny’s temple was gentle acknowledgement before using his grip to shove him back down roughly. His hands made quick work of Danny’s fly, jeans dropping to the floor for him to step out of and revealing the black straps hidden underneath. Roy moaned low in his throat at the sight. Danny’s ass was just as gorgeous as his thousands of Instagram followers knew, framed and lifted by the underwear, but he wasn’t bending over for them.

He took the opportunity to look his fill, discarding his own loose pants and shirt and giving his cock a few slow strokes. Danny wiggled his ass enticingly, and Roy could see him grinning against the tabletop, reflected in the lights on the window. He squeezed one cheek and then the other before slapping Danny’s hip sharply.

“You fucking cunt,” he groaned, affection warring with lust in his voice, “I can’t believe you.”

Danny responded by reaching back to wrap his fingers around Roy’s cock, rubbing the head firmly against his ass. “Only for you.”

It was meant to be seductive and smug, but the quiet sincerity hung in the air between them, even as Roy could feel himself leaking over Danny’s fingers. There was that thing they didn’t discuss.

He leaned forward to kiss the back of Danny’s neck, fumbling for the condom as nimble fingers smeared the wetness down his shaft. Danny’s thumb flicked over the slit, and Roy moaned out a curse, unable to resist thrusting into the tight grip.

Pulling back reluctantly, he rolled the condom on and reached for the lube, running a teasing finger along the strap of Danny’s thong. As he popped open the bottle, he took the opportunity to hook his finger underneath and stretched the strap before letting go abruptly. It pinged back, the sound of elastic striking the silicone overshadowed by Danny’s surprised yelp.

“Motherfu-“

Roy repeated the action, wicked grin forming as Danny whined.

“I’m not fucking anyone’s mother. Pussy isn’t-”

“Fuck off.” Danny twisted to look at him over his shoulder, face gone serious. “Bianca isn’t invited tonight.”

The automatic response was ninety five percent Roy, but he knew what Danny meant. "Sorry.“

“Hurry up, I’m fucking horny as fuck.” Danny’s voice was back to playful, and Roy drizzled a generous amount of lube over his cock, hissing at the cool liquid.

As soon as he set the bottle down, Danny was shimmying out of the thong, jockstrap still in place. Pressing his chest against the table, he spread his legs a little wider and Roy was treated to the sight of dark purple silicone against skin shining with slickness that had nothing to do with his cock. He’d have to remember to ask Danny later about fingering himself open in an airport bathroom…

Tracing the base of the plug with one finger, Roy leaned forward until he was nuzzling right under Danny’s ear. “Sure? Last chance to change your mind and we can do this in a bed.”

Danny looked up through heavy-lidded eyes. Even Adore at her most seductive had nothing on his kiss-bitten lips and the invitation written in the curve of his back. Roy knew full well it wasn’t surrender or submission. Sex between them was as hot as it was precisely because they both kept a modicum of control.

“Fuck. Me.”

The velvet-smooth, whiskey-deep demand went straight to his cock, balls tightening. Straightening, he pinned Danny to the table with a hand between his shoulders and pulled the plug out before pushing all the way in in a single powerful thrust. A loud moan that rose to end on a breathless whimper punched out from Danny’s lungs, and Roy let go of his shoulder to slap the hand over his mouth instead.

He dropped the body warmed silicone and wrapped his fingers around the crest of Danny’s hip, gripping just below the band of his jockstrap. It took a few seconds for the thrill of feeling Danny snug and slick and oh so hot around his cock to settle into something manageable. When it felt like he wasn’t teetering on the edge of coming, he pulled out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward again once, twice, a dozen times in quick succession.

Danny’s hands braced against the windowsill, shoving back to meet Roy’s thrusts. Reflected in the glass, he looked drunk on lust, eyes unfocused and cheeks red above Roy’s hand as he pulled in harsh breaths through his nose. Each slap of his hips meeting Danny’s ass was followed with muffled moans and whines vibrating against his palm.

Danny gripped the sill with knuckles gone white, fighting for the leverage to match Roy’s forceful fucking. Roy was thick enough that he’d be feeling the stretch for hours after they finished, even with the ample preparation. Every thrust pushed his hips against the edge of the table, bursts of friction against fabric an insufficient tease for his own painfully hard cock.

On any given day, Danny wasn’t particularly inclined to bottom for most of his partners. Besides the physical discomfort, it was difficult to be that vulnerable, and equally challenging to come during the act of fucking itself. Roy was, as ever, an exception. They still had occasional moments of awkwardness, but it was so much easier to manage when you weren’t worried about what the other person was thinking. The sound of Roy’s moans alone, the barely audible whimper when he bottomed out, the half-choked back fucks and so good he forced out, were pure erotic music. Coupled with what Danny could see reflected in the window…more than enough to keep him hard and leaking.

The vanity bulbs cast their corner of the room in harsh light and shadow, washing out colors and bringing details into sharp contrast. Roy’s eyes were mostly closed, mouth open as he gasped for air, lips and chest flushed a dusky hue. His hair was soaked with sweat and clinging to his forehead, stomach muscles flexing with every powerful thrust.

Shifting his chin up, Danny set his teeth against Roy’s palm and bit down. He felt so open, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

Their eyes met in the glass, Danny’s heavy with desire and Roy’s glazed over with pleasure. He slowed the rhythm of his hips, pulling his hand back from Danny’s mouth as he buried his cock deep before leaning down. Danny’s whimper in response was drowned out by Roy’s husky growl as he clenched down. Turning his head, he met Roy’s mouth in an awkwardly angled kiss.

“Still okay?” The hand that had been squeezing bruises into Danny’s hip came up to stroke the hair back from his face.

“…yeah. M’good.”

Roy shuddered at the sound of Danny’s sex-ruined voice, hips giving an involuntary jerk. He curved his fingers around Danny’s cheek in an intimate gesture at odds with the roughness moments ago.

“Do you - oh fuck…do you want to change?”

Danny nodded, pushing his chest off the table and wincing as Roy pulled out. He boosted himself up to lie flat, smiling thanks when Roy tucked his discarded sweater between his head and the painted brick. The jockstrap joined the pile of other clothes on the floor and he planted both feet on the edge of the table, legs spread wide around Roy’s hips.

Black-nailed fingers carefully traced his stretched hole, slicking it with more lube before sliding inside to stroke the cool liquid onto heated flesh.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkk,” Danny breathed out, palming his own cock and smearing sticky pre-come across the shaft. The moan turned into a series of whimpers when Roy moved his hand aside, replacing it with his own fingers.

”Don’t gotta.” Danny caught his hand clumsily as Roy reached for a condom. “ ‘m clean.”

“Bitch,” that was definitely a stare Bianca borrowed from Roy as he paused mid-stroke, “why didn’t you tell me before?”

”Not walking back with your cum dripping out of my-“ His words cut off with a moan when Roy deliberately twisted the fingers still knuckle-deep in his ass.

”When have I ever- never mind.”

Tossing the condom aside, he licked a wet stripe from base to tip, smearing pre-come over his lips, then curled his tongue around the leaking head to draw it into his mouth. Danny thrust up into heat and tightness, cock sliding over Roy’s swollen lips as he sucked and finger-fucked him. Two fingers became three, Roy’s moans matching Danny’s with every thrust as he lost himself in pleasuring him.

Danny tugged on his hair a minute later, and Roy let his cock fall from his mouth reluctantly. He stood with a kiss to a trembling inner thigh, slipping his fingers out.

“Ready?”

“Mmmmhmmmm.”

Danny pressed his shoulders against the table, arching up in invitation. He kept his eyes open, locked on Roy as he pushed back in slowly. Catching one of Danny’s legs in the crook of his arm, Roy tipped his hips up to slide in deeper than before. He paused there, buried to the hilt in Danny’s ass and rocking gently.

“Fuck…” If Danny voice was lust-drunk before, he sounded positively fucked out now. “Oh fuck, B…”

“Yeah? S’it good?” Roy kept up the barely-there roll of his hips, fucking into him in a way that made them both moan and Roy wish that he could feel it without a layer of latex between them. That was something (the one thing?) they’d never tried, mutual avoidance of even discussing the possibility. Roy told himself it was only because it was too risky despite precautions… too much like commitment.

Danny wrapped his free leg around Roy’s trim waist, slipping against sweaty skin and fingers tracing the line left from the corset. He clamped his heel against the small of his back, effectively preventing Roy from pulling out more than a couple of inches. Every movement Roy made inside of him felt exquisitely sensitive, from the stretch of his sore hole around the thick cock to the spark of lightning up his spine when he bottomed out.

Reaching up, he traced over Roy’s throat, fingers traveling across his chin to caress his lips. Roy caught a teasing finger gently between his teeth and wrapped his lips around it. Mimicking the actions performed on Danny’s cock, he sucked the full length and lavished attention on the fingertip with his tongue while moaning around it.

The wet pop when Danny pulled his finger free went straight to his balls. He tugged Roy down until their lips met, hips setting up a counterpoint to the deliciously slow fucking. Roy always kissed with his eyes open, something that Danny didn’t understand but appreciated in the urgent kisses as they panted into each other’s mouth. Despite the obscenely sexual context, his eyes held a different kind of intensity mingled with lust.

When Roy tilted his hips a little further up, the new angle provoked a breathless whimper. He concentrated his thrusts until he heard it again and focused on driving his cock into that spot over and over, Danny’s whimpers mingling with his own satisfied moans. Danny’s hand dropped from behind his neck, knocking aside bouquets to clamp onto the edge of the table. Petals scattered around and underneath him and onto the floor, filling the room with the heady scent of roses.

Roy slid his hand underneath Danny’s head, fingers gripping sex-tangled hair as he pressed their cheeks together, needing to be somehow closer. The motion pushed Danny’s leg further back against his chest, nails digging into Roy’s arm with every thrust. Maintaining his white-knuckled grip on the table felt like the only thing keeping him anchored, the only thing keeping Danny from blurting out endearments and pleas and promises on each breath.

He bit down on Roy’s shoulder when he felt his free hand slide between them to circle his cock, jerking him off in tight strokes. The relentlessly deliberate rhythm of fucking was driving them both to the edge. Moments later, a wordless, high-pitched whine meant Roy was close, chasing his own orgasm and determined to bring Danny along.

“Oh fuck…” Roy’s exclamation was barely audible over the sound of their bodies meeting. “Close, angel. Can’t…M’gonna-“

Danny clenched down around him, growling against Roy’s shoulder before releasing it from his teeth. His voice was raspy, ruined when he whispered, “Let go. Come for me.”

Roy inhaled sharply, driving his cock as far in as possible, and came with a strangled moan. Danny kept up a string of satisfied murmurs and yes, that’s it as Roy rode out his orgasm, hand gone slack between them.

Letting go of the table, he pushed the nerveless hand aside and rapidly stroked himself, hips rocking to rub the head of his cock against Roy’s stomach. Roy was still coming down when Danny arched underneath him and cried out his own release, whimpering as he tensed around his over sensitive cock.

Danny opened his eyes an indeterminate amount of time later, legs dropping to hang off the edge of the table. Roy wasn’t precisely dead weight on his upper body, but it wasn’t far off. His hand moved to the slick place where they were joined together, caressing the still-throbbing shaft before shoving Roy back with his knuckles.

“Out. Sore.”

Roy was gentle pulling out, but he still winced at the slide. Catching the expression before he could hide it, Roy frowned.

“Too hard?”

”Nah.”

”You’re supposed to tell me if it hurts.” Roy paused with the condom halfway off, concern written over his face. “Pussyface, I’ll stop. You know that.”

”Nuh uhh.” Speaking in more than single syllables seemed like too much work. “S’good. Just…” Danny’s lips twitched into a hint of a smile, “you. You’re big.”

Roy huffed out a breath of laughter, reaching for a makeup towel and bottle of water to clean them off. He soothed the skin with soft touches as he swept away lube and sweat before wiping the cum off their bodies. A twinge of guilt tugged at him when Danny hissed as he held him open to run the towel gently between his legs.

Tossing the damp towel into a pile, he held out his hands.

”C’mere.”

They ended up collapsing on the nearby couch together, Danny half on top of him. The silence was filled with breathing slowly returning to normal, air now stuffy with the smell of sex and crushed roses.

”Thank you.”

Danny raised his head at the quiet words. Roy wasn’t usually chatty after sex, preferring to communicate in touch until they finished coming down.

Unsure of the meaning, he answered with a noncommittal, “Mmmm?”

”For this. Doing this for me.” Danny tried to prop himself up further, pausing when Roy’s arms tightened around his shoulders.

”What…? I got off too.” He pushed against Roy’s chest until he loosened his grip enough for Danny to see his face.

Roy’s dark eyes were half-lidded in sated pleasure, but they were filled with the same intense something from earlier while they were fucking.

He chose the next words carefully, even as he still wasn’t quite sure why it felt important.

“Anything for you, Willow.”

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #smut #not casual at all #missalyssasecret #submission #canon compliant

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Places Adore & Bianca Were Nearly Caught Having Sex, 2/? (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

If asked, Roy could name plenty of things they’d done together in fairly risky places over the years.

Chapter Two: Jinkx had wandered by in search of her, receiving a shrug from Adore with no idea that her cock was down Bianca’s throat barely out of sight behind a rack of gowns. Another time, DeLa walked away puzzled, but Courtney knew better. Now all she had to do was get the others to believe her.

Chapter One | Read and comment on AO3

A/N: The first moment is referenced in chapter seven of What Happens At DragCon… Thank you to @jillybean2314 for suggesting the setting for the second incident! @doctor-bitchcraftt wrote a five times fic where Adore is found under the skirt of Bianca’s black and white ballgown; here’s the smutty version. - MAS

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Bianca Loves A Good Ballgown

Jinkx frowned as she crossed the dressing room. The zipper had torn out of one side of her dress, and while safety pins worked to keep it together on stage, she wanted to find Bianca and ask if she might be able to fix it before the next city. She’d seen her with various projects balanced across her knees on the bus, so it seemed like a reasonable possibility.

No one had seen Bianca - Jinkx had already checked the bathroom (“Del Rio isn’t human, she doesn’t pee,” Sharon snickered) and Michelle’s dressing room (“Nope, not here, but can you hand me the hairspray?”). She spotted Alaska’s towering monstrosity of a hairdo over one of the clothing racks and decided it was worth making an attempt there.

“ ‘Lasky?”

“Yessssss?“ Alaska was pulling on a last pair of tights, seemingly unconcerned about the hair wobbling two feet above her head.

“Do you know where Bianca is? Can’t find her and nobody else knows.”

“No…did you try Adore?”

Jinkx made a face. “Of course, she’s the first one I looked for but couldn’t find her either.”

“ADOOOOORRRRRRRE?“ Alaska’s drawl cut across the other conversations.

A moment later, there was a thud from the corner where Adore and Bianca’s stuff was set up. Alaska pointed towards it with a deadpan expression.

“Thanks!” Jinkx headed over, petting the fabric of the dress. It was one of her favorites, and she really hoped Bianca had the time to help.

A full rack of long gowns, meticulously organized by color (“I like being prepared," Bianca had told her when she asked why she brought them all out every show), separated the last two vanities from the rest of the room. The rest of the entrance to the area was blocked by two large suitcases, and one of Bianca’s platform pumps was peeking below the gowns, although from that angle it had to mean she wasn’t wearing it. Pushing through seemed rude, so Jinkx paused on that side, idly running her hands over the sequined fabric.

"Adore? You there?”

No response, but Adore sometimes had her headphones in while getting ready, so Jinkx tried again, louder.

“ ‘Dore? It’s Jinkx.”

“…yeah?" Adore sounded distracted and a little…annoyed? A moment later, her hand appeared between the densely hung gowns, pushing the ones on the far end to the side. Through the space created, it looked like she was pushed all the way back in her chair, still in her wig cap and eyeliner half complete.

"Sorry, won’t take long. Do you know where Bianca is?”

There was a thump, and Jinkx tried to lean in closer.

“Is everything okay?”

“Fine! It’s fine. What is it?" The words came out more clipped than usual.

"Need to ask Bianca something." She waved the bundle of fabric. "You know, for sewing.”

Adore’s eyes dropped close in a long blink. When they opened again, she thrust her arm out and wiggled her fingers.

“Just uhhh, just give it to me and I’ll tell her.”

“Okay, thank you!" Jinkx handed her the dress and started to back off. "I’ll talk to her more later.”

Adore smiled a tight smile, and the gowns came back together in a rustle of sequins. Turning to head back to her station, Jinkx made a mental note to tell the other girls that Adore seemed a bit cranky tonight.

Behind the rack of gowns, Adore dropped Jinkx’s dress onto the other chair with a sigh, and laughed quietly.

“That was close.”

Grinning, she looked down her torso past her unbuttoned shorts and made eye contact with Bianca who slid her mouth up and off Adore’s cock with an obscene slurp. Bianca sat back on her heels, dress hiked up over her knees, looking completely put together if not for the fact that Adore’s erection was liberally smeared with dark red lipstick. She alternated between rubbing the back of her head and patting her wig to make sure nothing was out of place.

“Too fucking close. Now do you see why I always put us in a corner?”

Adore reached down to try and guide her head back onto her dick, pulling her hand back when Bianca batted it away.

“I’ve already got a gap I need to fix-” courtesy of Adore bouncing Bianca up into the table when Jinkx said her name, “-so keep your hands off or I’ll have to redo it all.”

“But B…”

“If I have to redo it, I won’t have time to finish here." Bianca licked a stripe up the underside of her cock, popping the head back in her mouth to suck briefly before pulling off again. "And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Adore shook her head vigorously.

“Now,” Bianca traced the leaking tip with one black-nailed finger, “finish getting ready, and we’ll see if I can get you to finish down here.”

Adore gulped and reached for her wig.

Bianca went back to work.

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The crinoline fell into place easily, Bianca fluffing the mountains of glittery tulle to make sure everything was even. She glanced over her shoulder at Adore, cross-legged on a chair and watching her with a familiar predatory look.

“Not now." Her voice sounded significantly less firm that intended.

They’d made it through photos, coming back to do touch ups before the actual performances started, and Bianca still needed to have her bodice re-laced. She was planning to ask DeLa for help, since Darienne claimed fat fingers (and honestly, that was no excuse) and Courtney was too busy with her own Marco Marco look. Adore was out of the question, because she didn’t trust her not to get red lipstick on the pristine white fabric.

The padding in her bra cups was uneven, and she was busy rearranging when Adore appeared in front of her, perching on the abandoned stool.

“What,” Bianca punctuated the word with another wiggle of her torso, “are you doing down there?”

“You’re beautiful like this.”

There was nothing but sincerity in Adore’s voice, and Bianca looked away, a small smile tugging at her painted lips.

”If you’re into clowns.” She tried for levity, but Adore heard the hesitation.

”Why can’t you accept it?” Bianca bit her lip and shook her head. Adore wouldn’t be dissuaded, grabbing one of her hands to squeeze gently.

”Like this dress is amazing,” Adore continued, fingering the crystals scattered over the skirt. “Real princess stuff. I couldn’t believe it fit into your suitcase for Drag Race.”

“Evita.”

”What?”

”You know, ‘Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina’.”

Bianca Del Rio could teach a master class in deflection, and Adore let her, sensing how uncomfortable she was. That was something to explore another time.

“Anyway, I had a question.”

”Mmmm?” Bianca dropped a distracted kiss onto her cheek as she leaned over to pick up a comb, directing a few stray hairs back into her chignon.

”Are you tucked?”

Setting down the comb, Bianca planted her hands on her hips. It was a signature pose, and Adore also knew it kept her hands from fidgeting if she was nervous or resisting the urge to strangle someone. At the moment, it was probably the latter, but she knew just how far to push her luck, and it was a hell of a lot more than anyone else got.

She reached out again, plucking at the glittering confection floating from Bianca’s waist. It had been surprisingly heavy when she helped unpack it, the hoops of the abbreviated crinoline solid steel to support its weight.

Bianca swiftly backed out of reach, although there wasn’t much further she could go before hitting the wall behind her.

"You know you don’t have to tuck if no one can see your junk.”

“Why the sudden fascination?" Bianca leveled a suspicious stare at Adore’s cheerful expression.

She brushed past her to sit in the empty chair, carefully arranging her hoops to avoid creasing. Bianca wasn’t particularly surprised when Adore moved to the floor in front of her, bending her torso until it was level with the floor and reaching for the hem of the skirt as if trying to peek underneath.

"You can’t dry clean something like this! Hands off.”

Not to be dissuaded, Adore sat back, hands folded in her lap and eyes sparkling with mischief. She licked her lips lasciviously and winked. “Dontcha wanna show me?”

“Oh my fucking god, what are you, twelve? Actually, don’t answer that, I already feel a million years old around you.”

“C‘mon Yanx, we’ve got like an hour to kill.”

“I’m not taking this off just for you to get off.”

”Please?”

Bianca felt her resolve weakening and groaned before leaning down to grip the bottom hoop and lifting it until her legs were exposed. From her position on the floor, Adore had a perfect sight line to her crotch, and based on the visible bulge, there definitely wasn’t any tucking going on. For having such a nicely sized package, she really didn’t know how Roy stuffed it all in to look flatter between the legs than most women.

Adore’s hands landed high on Bianca’s thighs, thumbs rubbing circles, before carefully resting her cheek against one leg. Her sigh was full of contentment, and Bianca gave her a fond smile.

“Happy?”

Adore nodded cheerfully. “Hey, why are you still wearing pads if you’re not tucked?”

Wrestling the hoop into a more comfortable position, Bianca blinked in surprise at the serious question.

“You felt how heavy it is. No hips, and it would slide down under its own weight.”

“Can’t you just sew it to the top?”

“One,” Adore was oddly entertained when Bianca spoke in bullet points, “It would pull down a strapless bodice because I don’t have real tits to hold it up. And two, I can change out the top this way.”

“Hmmm. Okay.”

The smile disappeared when Adore reached for the waistband of her tights.

“What- seriously?"

"Please?”

“I really- actually, fine. If it’ll shut you up, go ahead." Adore couldn’t see Bianca’s face when the hoop shifted, but the eye roll was audible. Bianca couldn’t be that opposed to the notion, because Adore had been expecting a few more rounds of resistance.

She worked the tights down past her hips, padding and all, as Bianca grabbed another handful of skirt to lift it out of lipstick range. Roy hadn’t bothered with underwear when he started putting on Bianca, so that was one less layer to deal with. The fabric tented over her head, reminding her of early morning blowjobs under the covers.

"Better make it quick,” Bianca’s voice drifted down. “This door doesn’t lock.”

Adore paused in licking her slowly hardening shaft, humming assent in a way that made the cock under her tongue twitch sharply. She’d been planning a slow tease, but didn’t object to a change in pace. Shrugging, she pushed Bianca’s knees further apart, licked her lips, and dove in.

DeLa was a queen on a mission. Dodging piles of drag, she waded down the narrow hallway and knocked on the door of the second dressing room. She, Darienne, and Courtney were in the larger one, Bianca shrugging and offering to share with Adore when they all realized the situation. It was awfully nice of her, DeLa decided, given that Adore tended to fill any size space with chaos, and surely it would be even worse in a room barely larger than a closet.

She knocked loudly before opening the door enough to peek around.

“Bianca?”

At that moment, Bianca’s cock was nudging the back of Adore’s mouth. She was moaning happily around her mouthful, stroking what she couldn’t fit with one hand while the other was busy down her own panties. Sucking cock in general, and Bianca’s in particular, made her ridiculously horny.

She barely had time to react to the door clicking open before Bianca’s hand shoved her head forward and she found herself enveloped in crinoline and tulle. Fortunately, she’d been sitting close enough that dropping the hoops concealed her completely. Unfortunately, while the voluminous ballgown had enough space underneath, it also meant she couldn’t move without giving it away.

“Bianca?”

“Hmmm?" Bianca’s voice only wavered a little.

"Have you seen Adore?”

Bianca shifted in the chair, leaning forward towards the vanity. Doing so helped conceal Adore further, but resulted in sliding her cock even deeper. Based on the way Bianca’s legs trembled, it probably wasn’t intentional.

Adore concentrated on breathing slowly through her nose and not choking. The air air was growing heavier and more damp with each breath, and she wondered if suffocating on a cock would qualify as a cool or uncool way to die.

“What do you need her for?”

She could feel the leaking pre-come start to drip down the back of her throat, and Adore couldn’t control it as she swallowed convulsively. Draped over her shoulders, Bianca’s thighs squeezed tightly, the ankles crossed behind her neck jerking her closer as she spasmed.

Adore had a moment of panic when the swollen cock head slid down her throat, blocking her airway completely. She pinched the back of Bianca’s thigh urgently, relieved when her legs loosened. Bianca folded one leg up until her foot was flat on the chair, knee resting against the vanity to give her a bit more space.

”I don’t know, I can’t decide if I like this liner. Adore told me she would show me how she does her wings, and I thought she would be in here with you.”

“Ahh. I can tell her, there’s probably still time once she gets back. Did you check if she’s outside smoking?”

“Oh! Good idea, I will.”

As soon as the door closed again and DeLa’s footsteps faded, Bianca pulled her skirt back up and Adore collapsed against the chair, red-cheeked and eyes watering.

”Fuck, are you ok?” Bianca dropped off the chair, skirt forming a puddle around them both. She wiped away the tears clinging to Adore’s lashes and held her shoulders until she finished coughing.

”Sorry, I didn’t know what else to do.”

Adore coughed one more time and smiled lopsidedly. Her wig was messier than ever.

” ‘S okay,” she rasped out, “I’ll live.”

Bianca tipped their foreheads together for a moment before moving to settle on the chair again.

“Wanna finish?” Adore’s question sounded completely serious.

”Are you sure? You don’t have to,” she was quick to add.

”Mmmhmm.”

Adore arranged Bianca’s legs with both feet up against the edge of the table, knees nearly touching her padded chest. Unlike the rest of them, Roy was slim enough that even corsetted, there was so little excess bulk to redistribute that he could still breathe.

Nuzzling her way down the inside of one thigh, she gave the head of her half-hard cock a few good licks before moving lower. Bianca’s moan made her reach down to free her own cock, stroking slowly. From this angle, Adore had full access and she took merciless advantage of the the fact.

Without warning, she licked over Bianca’s hole, teasing with quick flicks of her tongue.

“Fuck…”

Bianca whimpered in pleasure, spreading her legs even wider. Adore increased the pace of her hand as she licked circles around the clenching hole, moaning against it. The filthy, open-mouthed kisses she lavished over the sensitive skin made Bianca’s cock leak, tracing lines of slick down her shaft. She wiggled just the tip of her tongue inside, probing gently, and felt a hand brush past her hair as Bianca could no longer resist jerking off.

Adore sat back on her heels, wiping her spit-shiny lips with the back of her hand. The sight that greeted her ratcheted her arousal up even further. Sprawled in the chair, Bianca looked thoroughly debauched, head thrown back and mouth open as she panted, rapidly stroking herself.

”Like that?” Adore leaned forward to lick from the tip of her cock all the way back down before sealing her lips over Bianca’s hole and sucking.

”Fuck me. Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

Adore hummed against her, tongue moving harder and faster.

”…fuck-“ Bianca tensed and Adore pushed her hand away, shoving her cock back into her mouth. It only took a few bobs of her head and Bianca came with a sharp cry, hips jerking. Adore swallowed with satisfaction, pulling off to lick cum from the shaft.

”That was-“ Bianca didn’t finish the sentence because the door flew open and Courtney burst into the room, mouth open in shock.

”I KNEW IT!” She pointed at Adore, then Bianca, and back again.

Bianca could only imagine the scene they presented, her own post-coital expression and Adore with cum still on her lips, both staring at the intruder.

There was only one thing to do.

Shrugging, Bianca tossed the skirt hem back over Adore’s head in a cloud of tulle and leaned back in the chair with a smug smile.

”So?”

Courtney blew into the green room in a whirlwind of pastel chiffon and blonde hair. Darienne and DeLa looked up from their phones with identical looks of surprise.

“Yes?” Darienne recovered first, setting her phone down.

“Oh my- you…they…” Courtney sounded two steps away from hyperventilating.

”Oh dear.” DeLa abandoned her own phone and led Courtney to the couch with a gentle hand to her elbow. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“Adore. Bianca.” She gasped, hand pressed to her chest. “They…”

”They were what?” Darienne leaned forward, trying to decipher the breathless noises Courtney was making.

”Adore. Sucking Bianca off. Saw it.”

There was a moment of silence as DeLa and Darienne made eye contact, broken only by Courtney’s labored breaths.

”Adore and Bianca are…fucking?” DeLa asked slowly.

Courtney nodded vigorously.

The door swung open again, and Bianca and Adore came through. Bianca looked pristine as always, but Adore’s lipstick was smeared all around her mouth.

”There! See?” Courtney pointed dramatically.

”What?” Bianca didn’t sound guilty or worried.

”Ummm.” DeLa cleared her throat. “Courtney says you two were fucking?”

”Adore was sucking Bianca’s dick!”

“Oh,” Bianca nodded, “that. So?”

Darienne examined Adore closely.

”Were you?”

Adore shrugged. “Oh, yeah, I was. Hey DeLa, pass me some water? Thirsty after that.”

Bianca speared a piece of fruit and popped it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “She’s not lying,” she said between bites. “Adore had her tongue up my ass. Caught us right in the act.”

It didn’t seem possible, but Courtney’s eyes grew even bigger. She looked at Darienne and DeLa expectantly, waiting.

Then they both burst into laughter.

”Oh my god,” Darienne’s chest jiggled with her mirth. “Oh, you had me there!”

DeLa was giggling too hard to speak, waving her hand and snapping.

Courtney made a noise like a kettle about to boil over.

“Neither of you believe me?”

”Not particularly.”

”Nope.”

“But they really were!”

Darienne patted Courtney’s arm. “Of course they were, dear.”

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #courtney act #jinkx monsoon #smut #humor #places adore and bianca were nearly caught having sex #missalyssasecret #submission #bendelacreme #canon compliant #dragcon

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Places Adore and Bianca Were Nearly Caught Having Sex (3/?) (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Anon request from AQ - Roy goes into a lingerie store to buy thongs for Danny. Bonus he grabs a whip while at the counter for good measure.

All of the above with a Miss Alyssa twist ;)

A/N: Recognize the title? Anon, I finished writing this before seeing your airport request. Next time! -MAS

******** Victor’s Secret

The mall should be used as a torture device, Roy decided. The gaggles of teenagers (all genders, sexualities, and sizes) on their phones and generally causing mayhem were bad enough. Add to it people with what felt like dozens of misbehaving kids, and even his patience gave out.

It was incredibly tempting to go shop as Bianca if only to be able to yell, “Get the fuck outta the way!”. On second and third thought, getting into drag on a day off wasn’t terribly appealing, and if he did that there was no way he’d be able to get any actual shopping done at all.

Also? He wasn’t particularly interested in the legions of Drag Race fans knowing which socks he bought.

He kept a polite smile plastered on his face as he was jostled by the crowd, intent on getting out of there as fast as possible. There was gridlock on one of the pedestrian bridges, and he rolled his eyes. Roy was just about to attempt a detour when a very pink advertisement caught his eye.

Pivoting, he made his way into the store. His senses were immediately assaulted by the cloying smell of multiple perfumes in a small space and the music turned up to painful levels. He forged onwards, past the racks of overpriced negligees and robes. The corsets received a snort of professional disdain - the showy D-rings and ribbons would never hold up to actual wear, and most women he knew weren’t proportioned like anime characters.

At last, he reached a quieter area, ignoring the side eye he was getting from the teenage girls. Danny had an amazing ass, one he happily showcased with his collection of underwear. Roy considered and discarded the notion that he would consider receiving women’s lingerie an insult. His sometimes lover was secure enough in his self and sexuality that he’d probably be intrigued if presented with a bundle of lace and bows.

With that in mind, he surveyed the table whose sign proclaimed “6 for $32!”. He bought Bianca’s black panties online to avoid the hassle, and idly wondered if he ought to pick her up a couple of pairs.

The lacy boy shorts had some promise, as did the cheeky panties. Roy waited until a young couple moved out of the way (with the level of disinterest from the guy, he hoped she moved on to better prospects), and crouched to dig through the drawers of thongs. There were animal prints that Danny would likely love, and silky ones with tiny gold hearts. He held up a pair, trying to determine if it was the right size. Unfortunately, even the XLs probably didn’t have enough fabric left to contain a dick and balls, and he sighed in disappointment.

”Is there anything I can help you with, sir?”

Roy turned to find a black-clad twenty-something smiling cheerfully down at him.

“Oh, those are really cute!” She nodded at the panties he already held.

“Uhhh, thanks,” he muttered, thanking small mercies that she wasn’t a Drag Race fan.

”I’m sure she’ll love them,” she continued. “Any occasion you’re shopping for?”

If only she knew.

”Well, ummm, I just wanted to see if…”

Roy cringed internally, hoping he didn’t sound like a creepy straight guy.

”That’s totally fine. We have guys in here all the time shopping for their girlfriends.” She handed him a basket with a wink.

Telling her, “I’m trying to see if the thong would fit my drag queen unlabeled-but-important-relationship-person/lover,” probably wasn’t going to get her to go away any faster than lying.

“Errr, thank you. I think I’m just going to look at a few more…”

”Of course. My name’s Tina if you need any help.”

He breathed out a hefty sigh of relief, waited until she was busy with another customer, and put all of the panties he was holding back before making his escape.

********

As predicted, Danny was vastly amused when he described his adventure into Victoria’s Secret. He’d accompanied a few female friends in the past, but going solo was something else.

”You know,” Danny grinned and wiped a stray bit of cum off Roy’s lower lip, “I wouldn’t say no to going underwear shopping together.”

His attempt to answer was lost as Danny tugged him to his feet, pushed him onto the bed, and climbed on top. Roy forgot exactly what he’d been trying to say when a clever hand closed around his cock and started jerking him off with perfectly timed strokes.

There was something to be said about fucking your best friend, he mused as they laid together while the sweat cooled.

********

Roy thought he could be forgiven for not remembering their conversation a couple of weeks later. When he mentioned going to the toy store for more lube and condoms, Danny’s eyes lit up.

“Oh! Hey, what about going to one that sells underwear?”

”Underwear?”

”Yeah, you could help me pick some out.”

He concentrated on not spitting wine onto the couch, taking in Danny’s enthusiastic expression and his own arousal at the thought.

”Fine, but if I’m paying I get to decide if they’re worth it.”

The wineglass was removed from his hand, and he suddenly had a lapful of Danny.

”Cool. Can I suck your dick before we go?”

********

He had long since stopped being embarrassed or self-conscious about shopping for intimate items, but Danny brought an entirely new dimension to it. Whereas alone or with other friends it was a humorous and fun process, the filthy things Danny was whispering in his ear were making it increasingly difficult to conceal his growing erection.

They were standing in front of the wall of lube, and had been for the last several minutes while Danny described in graphic detail what they could do with each.

”…and then I’ll make you lick my ass, and-“

Roy squeezed his thighs together in a vain attempt to quell the throbbing in his balls.

”Angel,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “pick one and let’s go before I drag you into the fitting room and fuck you.”

In hindsight, he should have realized that it was the exact opposite of a threat, but he blamed it on most of the blood in his brain rapidly heading south.

“Okay!” Danny chirped happily, dropping three different bottles into the basket and pulling Roy by the hand towards the lingerie.

By the time they’d agreed on a half dozen thongs and jockstraps (“Do you ever think we’re a little too stereotypically gay?” “Fuck all the way off.”), Roy had managed to get his raging hard on mostly under control. He wasn’t paying enough attention, however, to realize that Danny wasn’t heading towards the register until a bored staff member reminded them that all lingerie must be tried on over existing undergarments.

He opened his mouth to protest, but Danny was already pulling him into one of the fitting rooms and sliding the curtain shut, pushing Roy down onto the single chair inside.

”Why are you trying them on? We could just head home and-“

Roy’s mouth fell open as Danny dropped his pants to reveal the skimpiest thong he’d ever seen before.

“You said you wanted to make sure you liked them before you paid,” he grinned wickedly, tongue peeking out from between his teeth.

Danny stepped into one of the jockstraps, pulling the bright purple elastic into place over his hips. He made a show of adjusting his package cupped by the fabric in front, then turned around and shook his ass.

He gave Roy an expectant look, eyes narrowing at the crossed arms and weak glare.

”Gonna tell me what you think?”

”Angel, if you don’t hurry up I’m going to get us kicked out of here for public indecency.”

He crossed his legs as well, refusing to give Danny the satisfaction of watching him nudge the renewed erection into a more comfortable position in his pants.

Instead of arguing, Danny surprised him by poking his head out past the curtain.

”Excuse me?” He was using his Adore voice, slightly breathy and flirty. Roy shifted the basket onto his lap as the tattooed clerk approached, shaking her neon dyed hair and generally giving the air of can’t be bothered.

”Yeah?” She sounded even less interested than she looked, which was impressive.

”I need an opinion and my friend is being dumb,” Danny shot a glance at Roy who gave them a tight smile. “Does this make my ass look good?”

The young woman took one look at Roy, taking in the way he was sitting and his expression of long-suffering frustration, and abruptly broke into a fit of giggles.

”Oh I bet he’s dumb right now. Yeah,” she snapped her gum and gave Danny’s ass a quick once-over, “I’d say you should buy those.”

”Thank you.” Danny was laying it on even thicker, and she shook her head before walking away still laughing.

”Hmmm…”

Danny prowled across the small space, pushing the basket aside to straddle his lap and rubbing the substantial bulge against Roy’s chest. The tip of his cock stretched the fabric upwards, nudging his chin, and Roy closed his eyes for a moment. He could smell Danny’s arousal, and it was rapidly degrading his sense of control.

Giving in, he met Danny’s challenging state before slipping one hand inside both layers of fabric and tugging out his half-hard cock. Still watching, he leaned forward and closed his lips around the head, giving it a few good sucks before letting it pop free.

”Fuck…”

Roy licked up the underside with teasing flicks of his tongue before dipping into the slit.

”…yeah…”

”You two still doing okay in there?”

They both froze as the clerk’s voice came from the other side of the curtain.

“Uhh, yeah, thanks!” Roy hoped he didn’t sound too panicked.

”Shit,” Danny muttered as her footsteps receded.

”Come on.” Roy pushed him back gently and stood, grabbing the basket. “Get dressed and lets get out of here.”

”Don’t you want to see the rest of them?”

He tossed the jockstrap in with the rest, and Roy stopped to stare at the thong stretched tight over Danny’s erection.

”I’m buying them all.”

At the register, the clerk gave them both a knowing and far too amused look before ringing them up. Danny squirmed against Roy’s side as he eyed the display of riding crops.

“No.”

”B…”

Accepting his card back, Roy shoved the bag into Danny’s hands and smiled at the clerk. She bid them a cheerful day, and turned to help someone else.

”If you behave,” Roy hissed into Danny’s ear, “I already have one at home.”

Danny practically dragged them out of the store.

”Party!”

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #smut #places adore and bianca were nearly caught having sex #not casual at all #missalyssasecret #submission #canon compliant

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What Happens At DragCon... (6/?) (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Today was one for impulsive actions, and humping each other’s legs while in full drag in a storage closet with Raja on the other side of the wall definitely qualified. Unapologetic smut with a side order of humor.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2-4 / Chapter 5

Read the full work and comment on AO3

A/N: This story was supposed to be a one-shot, but you guys asked for more :) Thank you for that - feedback to writers is what keeps us writing!

I never knew I needed Adore stuffing her panties into Roy’s mouth to keep him quiet until I wrote this. Not sorry about it. -MAS

********

A couple of hours later, Roy had completed a circuit around the entire floor, browsing leisurely and gawking along with everyone else at the outrageous looks walking by. He even did some shopping, unable to resist buying a few new palettes and brushes. Thankfully, there was also an ATM on site which neatly solved the problem of having to use a card with his name on it.

On the downside, no corset meant nowhere to tuck things like his phone and wallet. Adore didn’t carry a clutch or bag as part of her look the way Bianca did, so he was left wedging things in wherever he could. He didn’t know how girls managed with useless pockets.

He’d made a pass by Adore’s booth again from a distance, watching her interact with fans in a way that Bianca never had a chance to see. Her genuine excitement in meeting people and delight at the myriad of gifts radiated in her smile, and she patiently hugged and wiped tears as her line never seemed to get any shorter.

There was a close call when Darienne passed through the crowd less than five feet away, although she didn’t linger. It was tempting to look in on Mariah as well, but in the end he stayed well away. Nether of them knew he was even in the country, and he didn’t want to explain. (He could hear his favorite shady elephant now - “International booty call, thirsty bitch.”)

When he checked again, Adore had taken off to prepare for the runway show, and Roy started to head over for a good spot. He paused across from Raja’s booth to let an Alyssa fan in a wheelchair pass.

“There! That one.”

Her voice carried over the buzz of the crowd, and he turned to find her pointing straight at him.

”Him. Bring him to me.” The regal command was gentle but firm. Her assistant nodded and waded into the fray.

”Excuse me?” The young woman looked confused but politely determined. “Raja wants you.”

“What are you doing?” he mouthed at Raja as he was led back behind the table, receiving only a smug smile in response.

”Thank you dear.” Raja waved her off once Roy was standing beside her, pulling him in to air kiss both cheeks.

“Sarah, this is the one I promised I’d bring to Katya for a reading.” She stood, gripping him by the elbow. “Back in a bit.”

********

Raja’s long legs left him stumbling in her wake, feeling woefully short without Bianca’s heels and hair. The crowd parted around her like the grass before a gazelle, too busy focusing on her supermodel walk to notice her shadow.

Roy wasn’t sure where they were headed, but it certainly wasn’t towards Katya’s booth or the dressing room from earlier. She didn’t seem inclined to explain, ushering him through a nondescript door at the side of the hall. Nodding at the bored security guy as they passed, Raja continued down a service hallway before finally stopping in front of a door marked Utility Closet.

“What-?” He leaned forward, slightly out of breath from the pace she’d set…also, the chunky platform boots were a whole lot heavier than his standard stacked pumps.

Raja knocked twice before throwing open the door and casually pushing him inside.

”Delivery!”

Her voice cut off when the door closed behind him, and he blinked in the dim lighting as someone pinned him against the wall. If the flash of gold lamé didn’t give her identity away, he still would have been able to recognize Adore by the throaty moan as their hips came into contact.

She opened the door just enough to reveal Raja lounging on the opposite side.

”Thanks man, I really owe you.”

Raja waved off her thanks, making a show of fishing a pair of AirPods from inside her bra and settling them in her ears.

”Try not to be too loud? I’ll knock again in ten and you better both be decent.”

Roy was still processing when the door swung shut again and Adore - stripped down to just her thong - pressed her thigh between his own, claiming his mouth hungrily.

“…’Dore…hey, hang on-“ he managed between kisses.

”No time,” she breathed into his ear, tugging the skin below it with her teeth. “Gotta finish getting ready but I needed you.”

”Fuck.” Her hands slipped under his shirt, pinching and rolling and flicking his nipples until they were exquisitely sensitive.

”Shut up and kiss me.” The husky demand made his cock twitch, and he complied without further argument, lips parted and both hands groping her ass while they kissed, open-mouthed and filthy.

The shorts were getting far too tight as he rubbed against her hip, but the constriction also felt deliciously risqué. Today was one for impulsive actions, and humping each other’s legs while in full drag in a storage closet with Raja on the other side of the wall definitely qualified. He normally had issues giving up control, but a desperate and intent Adore spoke to the part of him that wanted to let her take charge.

One of her hands moved unerringly to pop the buttons, yanking the shredded denim down together with the fishnets.

“You’re. So. Fucking. Hot,” Adore groaned, punctuating each word with bruising kisses. She paired squeezing his restrained cock with a hard tug on his nipple and he moaned loudly, vision gone blank with lust.

“Fuck me.” Roy bit his lip as she dropped to her knees, giving the strap of his underwear a playful tug on the way down that teased his hole and forced out a whimper.

They both jumped at the thud from the other side of the door.

Adore paused, frowning. It could have looked ridiculous together with the erection tenting black silk, but to him she looked like some sort of obscene sculpture, an erotic goddess of lust and seduction. She stood, skimming off the thong and balling it up in her hand before shoving the wadded up fabric into his mouth.

Roy didn’t think it was possible to get any harder.

Licking her palm, she wrapped long fingers around both of their cocks together, rocking experimentally.

“Fuck yeah,” she moaned, tensing as one of his hands found its way between her cheeks and rubbed dry across her hole. Her grip tightened, slippery with leaking pre-come.

Unable to speak, he clenched his teeth around the silk when the hand teasing his nipples moved to grip his arm, nails digging into his bicep. The taste of Adore’s sweat on his tongue combined with her gasping breaths and the slick sound as she jerked them off heightened his arousal to painful levels. The feeling of her shaft sliding against his own, throbbing in her fist, made him thrust faster.

“Fucking love you like this,” Adore licked up the side of his throat, painting hot stripes with her tongue. “Let me have you, fuck, let me…”

There was a light switch digging into his back and both of their makeup was probably ruined. Roy ignored it in the headlong race towards orgasm.

He worked just the tip of a finger inside of her, eyes rolling back when she retaliated by biting down hard on the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

” ‘M close,” she panted out and he moaned in response. “Come with me.”

He could feel her arching in pleasure, hand speeding up. She kissed him roughly, tongue seeking out and playing with his through the silk.

Just a little more. Almost-

CLICK

“What the fuck?!” Adore’s head whipped towards the door as it opened and Raja backed inside.

”Sorry, sorry sorry sorry guys,” she hissed, deliberately staring at the wall.

Roy spit out Adore’s panties, pulled back from the edge as the shock wore off. His sex-fogged brain was still keeping track of time, and they should have had enough time left.

Adore had let go of their (rapidly softening) erections, but her other arm still held them close together. He didn’t think it was an attempt at modesty on her part - it would hardly be the first time Raja had seen either of them naked - and filed it away for later thought.

”I’m really sorry guys,” Raja continued. “But they’re looking for you,” she waved vaguely towards Adore, “and someone must have seen you come down here. I told them you were outside smoking, but they’re probably gonna come back when they don’t find you up there.”

”Fucking…cockblock…” Adore shoved her feet into her pants, pulling them up her legs as Roy tried to fix his own clothes. Raja’s back was still turned, and he offered her the now-damp panties back. She stuffed them in her pocket with a tiny smile, shared a lingering kiss, and disappeared out the door.

Roy finished tucking himself back into a more or less presentable state, doing his best to ignore the fabric rubbing against his sensitive dick, and sighed.

”Did they want to know what you were doing down here?” His voice managed to sound both annoyed and fucked out.

Raja turned around, expression full of apology and amusement.

”Told them I needed to meditate and the energy was good here.”

“Of course.”

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #what happens at drag con #raja gemini #smut #humor #missalyssasecret #submission #canon compliant #dragcon

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Not Casual At All (biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Over 3,000 words as an excuse for Adore to suck Bianca off in the dressing room. Smut with feelings. Note by Miss Alyssa Secret: First smut I’ve written, hoping I did it right! Really wanted to see these two having at it while still mostly in drag. I used drag names and female pronouns. Let me know what you think!

The dressing room door had barely clicked shut again after Darienne and Courtney headed out for drinks when Adore flopped down in the chair next to the vanity. Bianca had her back turned but tracked the movement in the mirror, busy peeling off stacks of lashes. “Good one tonight,” she commented, dropping the lashes into their case and leaning back with a sigh. “Yeah,” Adore agreed, picking at the edge of one of the holes in her ripped fishnets. “Fucking best ever.” It never failed to surprise Adore how comfortable Bianca appeared in drag, even fully padded and tucked and cinched for hours. Like now, when she wasn’t even rushing to get out of her gown, and the only things separating her from stage-ready were the missing lashes and single wig. Adore herself credited a less than tight tuck and loose fitting clothes for her own comfort, and she didn’t understand how Bianca could relax with her balls ‘up under her chin’ as she so helpfully put it. Bianca reached over and gave her hand an affectionate squeeze, gloves and all. “Whatcha thinking about, Pussyface?” Dark-painted lips stretched into a wicked grin as Adore answered. “Fucking you over the table.” The eyeroll in response was automatic. “Nice try, but no, bitch.” Adore’s grin widened at the lack of bite in Bianca’s words. “Awww, c’mon Bianx, it’s been forever since.” “Says the queen who has little gay boys and straight girls literally throwing themselves at her on the street and at airports.” “Not my fault I’m fucking hot as hell.” Sticking her tongue out only received a trademark BDR stare, although she could see the amusement hiding behind blue contacts. “There’s probably at least fifty of them waiting by the stage door hoping you’ll be interested in their asses.” Instead of answering, she took the opportunity to tug on their joined hands until Bianca took the hint and stood, pulling her forward to straddle her thighs. Adore released her fingers as the sequined dress fanned open and exposed slender legs, replacing them around the nipped in waist as Bianca settled on her lap. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bianca’s stage face softened and her hands came up to rest lightly on Adore’s shoulders. “No reason why you’re in here trying to fuck this old whore when you could get ‘em to suck your dick for free.” Adore let out a frustrated sigh. “You know I hate it when you say that.” “It’s true, hell they’d probably-“ Bianca stopped mid-sentence as Adore’s hands tightened around her waist. “You know what I’m talking about.” She shrugged, reaching out automatically to smooth the tangled ends of Adore’s short green wig. “Just saying, I don’t know why you’d pass up the trade when I’m not gonna let you stick your dick up my ass.” The blunt words were accompanied by a self-deprecating quirk of her exaggerated lips. “And I doubt you’re in a bottoming mood.” Adore lowered her hands to rest high on Bianca’s fishnet-covered thighs, the touch oddly non-sexual but intimate all the same. “Maybe cuz I don’t feel like fucking a stranger? Plus it’s been a while and I missed you.” Bianca’s shoulders dropped noticeably, unconscious tension draining out. She’d given Adore an out that they could laugh off, but the honest answer meant she wasn’t trying to use sex as an excuse to not deal with something else. Leaning forward, she gave her a quick and mostly chaste kiss. “Missed you too, Pussyface.” Adore’s close mouthed smile lit up her eyes, and she tugged Bianca back down for more kisses, soft and familiar in their intensity. Bianca spared a brief thought for the unlocked door before reasoning that the only ones who would walk in without knocking first wouldn’t be shocked and wouldn’t go rushing to social media about it. Courtney and Darienne would tease them mercilessly, but would definitely keep their mouths shut otherwise. Pulling back, she couldn’t help the small laugh at seeing her own wine red lipstick mingling with Adore’s dark mermaid green, smeared around her mouth. “Let me get out of this and we can finish in my room later if-“. She paused as Adore shook her head, hands clamped on her padded hips as she tried to stand. “What?” Adore’s slender fingers slipped past the gown’s faux wrap front, searching for the waistband of her tights under the edge of the corset. “I wanna suck your dick now.” Bianca reached down to still her hands momentarily. “I didn’t bring anything with me, it’s all in my suitcase in my room.” As thorough as her cases of supplies were, Bianca didn’t bother to keep condoms or lube in her drag bag, unlike some of the other queens. Bianca Del Rio wasn’t created to be a sexual persona despite the innuendos and crude humor, and she normally would have refused to even kiss like they had while in drag. Like as not though, the one rule about Adore was that none of her usual rules applied. Adore straightened up and met her eyes, all traces of humor and playfulness falling away. “I tested clean before we came over, and I haven’t been with anyone since.” “Too busy?” Bianca was genuinely curious; they were hardly exclusive and she had no problem hearing about Adore’s sexual escapades with anyone else. Over the years it never seemed to matter who else they fucked when they always came back to each other. Sometimes it happened when they were both silly drunk, or one or the other needed comfort, or as another way to reconnect after a long separation the same way two other friends might share drinks and a meal. Their relationship defied labels and boundaries, an unspoken understanding between them that was somehow completely normal. Not that Bianca (or Roy) had occasional casual sex with her other friends. And not that the sex they had, while hardly monogamous, was casual. Adore caught her lower lip between her teeth, an unusually self-conscious expression. “Nah. Just haven’t felt like fucking someone who’s only interested in Adore.” That was something Bianca understood more than most people. She nodded and gently pressed her thumb against Adore’s lip until she released it, soothing the teethmarks with soft motions. “You?” Bianca felt her own lips twitching into a half smile. “Not since the last time. No one is getting in line to sleep with this clown.” Adore pinched her side in admonishment but otherwise didn’t comment on the last part. “The time while you were trying to make a hem or…?” The half smile turned into a full toothy grin. “Yeah, when you almost made me drop my shears on your head. Couldn’t have waited for me to finish cutting, could you?” “Hey, I was horny and you were taking too long!” At that, she had to kiss Adore again, remembering the warm afternoon trading blowjobs in her sewing room (another normally off limits activity). “Serious though,” Adore murmured when they surfaced for air, foreheads tipped together, “I’m ok without a condom if you are. And I do have some in my bag if you want.” Safe sex was important, but so was trusting your partner. And in this case, Bianca knew Adore wouldn’t play carelessly with either of their health. “Yeah. We can.” “Party!” Bianca silenced her with another kiss, this one less gentle as she licked her way past Adore’s lips, ignoring the slick of waxy gloss until their tongues met. Adore tasted like whiskey and the cupcakes one of the fans had brought to the meet and greet, the smoky flavor of the alcohol tinged with hints of sweetness. For a few minutes, the only noise in the dressing room was the soft, wet sounds of open-mouthed kisses and gasps of breath in between. Groaning low in her throat, Adore’s fingers had found their way back up under Bianca’s gown when a sharp knock on the door startled them both. “You guys coming up?” Jamie’s voice was clear even through the door. Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, Bianca cleared her throat before calling back, “Give us a few?” Adore was already shaking her head again, clearly not interested in waiting until they could make it to a hotel room with a locked door. “Going to shower first,” she added, waiting for Jamie’s assent before relaxing. Thankfully, the dressing room boasted a full bathroom, and it wasn’t unusual for Bianca to clean up before leaving a venue. “I love how you’re so rich and smart,” Adore teased. “Shut up bitch, I’ve got us twenty minutes max and it’s going to take us half of that to get out of everything.” As she spoke, Bianca was already reaching for the bottle of alcohol and cotton, but before she could even start in on the wig glue, Adore made up her mind for them both. Barely giving Bianca any time to re-balance after her muttered “hang on,” she wrapped a hand around and under each thigh before standing up and walking them briskly into the bathroom together, kicking the door shut behind her. “I’m not showering with a full face-“ Bianca started as Adore deposited her unceremoniously on the wide countertop. “Fuck the shower,” came the response as Adore reclaimed her mouth, more tongue and teeth than the sensual kisses they were sharing minutes ago. Bianca reached out to start undressing her, surprised out of their liplock when her hands were moved decisively away. There was a brief but silent battle of wills as they made eye contact, both breathing heavily, before she nodded and settled back on the counter, hands coming up to grip the back of Adore’s neck instead. Bianca didn’t do passive and submissive was completely out of the question in bed, but letting Adore take the lead to satisfy her obvious desire wasn’t either of those. The willingness to let her guard down and be vulnerable when they were together was something she mentally filed away to think about another time. Hiking the heavy skirt of her gown up, Adore dropped to her knees with one last lick across her mouth and down the side of her neck. Leaning back against the mirror created just enough give at the bottom of her corset for Adore to grasp onto three of her four pairs of tights. A few quick tugs accompanied with a hip shimmy left them hanging around her ankles as Adore came back up for the last pair, pulling her padding out and setting it aside with a degree of care that belied her hungry expression. Bianca nodded in response to the unspoken question, then sucked in a breath as Adore swiftly pulled back her tucking tape. The hiss of momentary pain turned into an appreciative groan as Adore stood for another kiss, fingers teasing her now-freed cock and grinding her own crotch lightly against Bianca’s bare knee. “Okay?” she asked between kisses, nipping at Bianca’s lower lip while her hand moved in steady strokes, pausing to squeeze with every pass over the head of her cock as it slowly hardened. Bianca’s eyes snapped back open from where they’d drifted lazily closed. “Yeah. What?” she asked as a frown passed across Adore’s face in stark contrast to the swollen lips and flush visible on her unpainted throat. “Can you take them out?” “…mmmmm…huh?” Bianca considered the non sequitur with the part of her brain not focused on Adore’s fingers as they played over the tip of her now fully hard cock, thumbing at the slick wetness beginning to leak against her palm. “Your contacts,” Adore murmured, voice dropping into a husky, breathless tone. She licked her lips slowly, distracting Bianca with memories of how they felt gliding down her shaft. “Yeah?” It took a few seconds of fumbling with her back to the mirror, but the sweet smile Adore gave her when she discarded the blue lenses was worth it. Bianca slipped a hand between her leg and Adore’s slowly rocking hips, lifting the hem of her short dress and palming the very prominent erection struggling to escape her tucking panties. Their mouths pressed together, kisses growing messy until they were both panting against each other’s lips. She swallowed Adore’s moans when her hand found its way under layers of tights and closed around the heat of her cock, fingers sliding down to cup her balls as Adore rutted against her wrist. Her own hips lifted off the counter, rising to meet the tight grip and not caring if they went any further than a mutual jerk off. She felt Adore’s other hand groping at the neckline of her gown before working under her padded breast and grazing over her nipple, evoking a whine with a less than gentle pinch. For a few minutes, Bianca’s world narrowed down to the familiar hardness in her hand and the throbbing pressure building between her own legs with every deft stroke, yanking down the tights constraining her movements. “Stop, B,” Adore managed, moaning as Bianca sucked a line of lovebites down her neck. She already sounded completely fucked out. “You have to stop, or I’m gonna come.” With reluctance, Bianca pulled her hand back, Adore groaning out an obscenity as she watched her lick the slick pre-come off her palm and fingers. The erection bobbing below Adore’s rucked up dress should have looked ridiculous, but Bianca felt a surge of lust as she watched her drop to her knees. Adore licked a stripe of heat up her cock, tongue curling around the swollen head, and sliding back down to suckle at her balls. The gold-flecked green of her eyes was eclipsed by blown out pupils, and she caught Bianca’s hand, lacing their fingers together tightly. Bianca’s head fell back against the mirror with a thud, losing eye contact when Adore closed her lips around her shaft, tongue lapping at the slit and humming in satisfaction at the taste. Sweaty and tucked all night or not, having Bianca’s cock in her mouth and lips stretched around the thickness, firmly pressed all of the buttons marked “Adore’s arousal”. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the vein underneath as she slid her mouth up, flicking it just below the head with a hint of teeth. It was one of her favorite ways to evoke a whimper, Bianca’s voice gone high with pleasure. Adore drank in her moans and breathless gasps, fingers working to stroke the part of her cock she couldn’t fit in her mouth and loosing Bianca’s fingers to fondle the heavy balls. Taking in her heaving chest, she paused to grasp at the bottom of her corset, fumbling for the zipper. Bianca gripped her wrist, shaking her head loosely. “Leave it,” she exhaled, barely audible over Adore’s own heartbeat in her ears, voice breaking as Adore’s hummed assent vibrated against her cock. Bobbing her head as she sucked, Adore kept her eyes fixed on Bianca’s face, seeing beads of sweat tracing lines through her makeup and full lips parted in pleasure. Her wig had come completely unpinned, normally neat coils of hair clinging to her damp forehead and spilling across her shoulders. Roy was a handsome man, but Bianca painted and aroused was on another level. Adore thought she’d never looked more beautiful. If anyone caught a glimpse who didn’t know better, they might mistake them for two women, Bianca’s tights around her ankles above the heels she was still somehow wearing with legs spread wide and Adore’s head buried between her thighs. Adore dropped her hand to fist her own cock as she sucked, feeling the wetness dripping down the shaft and wishing for Bianca’s hand or mouth instead. The thought made her groan around the cock in her mouth, and Bianca’s breath caught sharply, fingers tangling in the strands of her wig. Adore didn’t need to hear her gasped, “Fuck, I’m close.” Years of reading her reactions to the point that sex between them was comfortable above anything else meant that she knew Bianca was barely clinging to control but still considerate enough to not come in her mouth without warning. Her only complaint about this position meant she couldn’t clearly see the way her liquid amber eyes would lose their focus, perfect teeth clenched as she panted and tried to hold off her orgasm. She pulled off long enough to husk out, “Come on then. Come for me,” hearing how raspy the words were from her well-used throat. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her lips as tightly as possible around the shaft, sliding down until the head pressed against the back of her mouth a hair’s breadth from choking her. Bianca’s hips stuttered as she swallowed against the tip once, twice, three times before letting her cock fall from her lips and stroking rapidly as Bianca came with a harsh gasp across Adore’s open mouth. Bianca was still riding out the aftershocks of pleasure, hand gone limp against her head and eyes barely focused as Adore licked the cum from her lips. She was still catching her breath when Adore sank her teeth into her inner thigh and came with a strangled moan before collapsing with her cheek pressed beside her spit-slick crotch. Deciding against trying to pull her back to her feet with what were likely to be sore knees and wobbly ankles, Bianca slid off the counter until she was sprawled on the floor next to Adore, propped up against the glass shower door. Wordlessly, she wrapped heavy arms around her shoulders and shared a lingering kiss tinged with the salty bitterness still slicking her lips. Adore’s sated expression caused a familiar ache in her chest that she did her best to ignore. Gazing at their reflection in the mirror to the side, she choked out a laugh, turning Adore until she could see as well. Adore’s mascara ran in rivulets down her cheeks, her wig was half unpinned, and a mess of cum and the remains of lipstick smeared across her mouth. Bianca hadn’t fared much better, dark streaks of eyeliner and shadow making her look more like a raccoon than ever, although her wig was still glued down. The lines between boy and queen were more blurred than ever, but it never seemed to matter when it was just the two of them. Once the giggles subsided, Adore lifted a hand to Bianca’s cheek. Despite the ruined makeup and evidence of sex, her eyes were solemn and Bianca held her breath, waiting. “I love you,” Adore whispered, and a tiny frisson of arousal tugged at her spent cock at the sound of her ruined voice, knowing she was the cause of it. Bianca breathed out and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you too.” The moment stretched out between them, settling in and slipping away but not uncomfortably. Adore looked down and her smile was back as she reached up to finally unzip Bianca from her sweaty gown. Slowly, they helped each other undress. “Bianx?” “Yeah?” “Think we can get your cum off my dress for the show tomorrow?” “Fuck.” Safe sex is important! Adore and Bianca have a brief discussion and are both consenting to not use protection because they’ve been tested and trust each other despite not being in a monogamous relationship. It’s not a guarantee, so always be sure you and your partner are on the same page about stuff like this.

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Not Casual At All: What Happens in the Sewing Room... (biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

I’m back back back back back again! Here’s the deliciously naughty sewing room incident Bianca references in Not Casual At All.

Let me know what you’d like to see next :D Currently writing their first time together, and looking for more ideas. - MAS

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Bianca unfurled sequined yardage, smoothing it facedown across the work surface. Her hands moved on automatic, aligning pattern pieces and chalking in marks. Pinning and cutting fabric usually took a minimum of time, no matter how complicated the draping process. Experience made the whole cycle simple, something she was currently very grateful for as a pair of arms looped around her waist, wrists crossed just above the top of her jeans and hands resting on each hip. Instead of letting her work unimpeded, Adore stood so close that Bianca felt every inhale and exhale against her back as she leaned forward to straighten a fold.

She could also feel the completely unsubtle erection that Adore was happily rubbing against her ass.

Far too much practice helped Bianca successfully avoid reacting to the persistent attempts to distract her. It was a well hidden struggle to not give in though, especially with the open-mouthed kisses being lavished on the side of her neck. Adore eroded her willpower with every stroke of her tongue and lips across skin, breathing moans into Bianca’s ear.

“Bianxxxxxx…”

Clenching her teeth, Bianca focused on keeping her arm steady and moving the shears with even motions, feeling her way through the fabric. Never content with being ignored, Adore shifted her weight against Bianca’s back until their bodies were molded together from neck to knee.

Clip

Bianca pivoted around a corner and concentrated on the rhythm of cutting.

Snip

Nimble fingers worked their way underneath the hem of her oversized shirt, skating over her ribs as they traveled upwards.

“C’mon Willow, take a break. Play with me.”

She couldn’t control the shiver when Adore accompanied the whispered plea with teasing caresses of both nipples. Feather-light touches raised them into hard nubs, and Bianca’s eyes rolled back in response to the gentle rubbing, hands gone idle against the table. A simultaneous pinch sent a bolt of arousal straight to her groin and she twitched sharply, shears slipping sideways as she gripped a handful of fabric.

“Mmmmm…” Hips rocked slowly against her ass, and Bianca swallowed a moan at the sticky hot wetness leaking through Adore’s pajama pants and onto her lower back with every lazy thrust.

“Fuck.”

Adore broke her own spell, knuckles rapping sharply against the edge of the table as she fumbled for the zipper of Bianca’s jeans. Startled out of the sexual haze, Bianca straightened and gripped her wrist with the hand currently not occupied keeping her shears from ruining the bustier panel. It took all of her formidable self-restraint not to drop everything and push Adore against the nearest wall. While easy enough to play off as joking in front of an audience, the sexual tension that was blatantly obvious in public was nothing compared to what happened behind closed doors and away from cameras.

“I don’t-“

Adore hooked the fingers of her free hand under Bianca’s chin and tugged her head back, applying just a hint of teeth under the edge of her jaw.

“Adore…” Instead of admonishing, the name came out in a husky whimper as the person in question nibbled the skin below her ear, stopping just shy of leaving a love bite.

Bianca set down the shears and caught both wandering hands before all of the blood from her brain rushed between her legs.

“Can you wait twenty minutes for me to finish?”

There, that was a full sentence.

“But I want you now.”

She didn’t have to turn around to see Adore’s pout.

“Just let me finish cutting this out and I’m all yours.”

The frustrated huff across her spit-dampened neck made Bianca’s cock twitch, and she resisted the urge to thrust against the hand still fondling her crotch. Adore must have felt it though, because her next words sounded smug.

“You sure?”

Bianca released her hands and turned halfway, pressing a firm but brief kiss to her pouting lips.

“Twenty minutes.”

Adore stepped back, the swollen head of her cock visible at the waistband of her pajama pants, and Bianca wondered if her better judgment should just fuck off.

“Fine…I’ll just go get started without you.” The sultry smile combined with Adore palming her own erection was a sight Bianca carefully stored away as jerk off material for her evenings alone on tour. Adore’s smile widened when she saw the intense stare. Satisfied that Bianca was watching, she let her eyes drift half close, raising her unoccupied hand to slowly slide two fingers into her mouth, sucking and moaning sloppily around them.

Bianca swallowed hard. Her resolve was weakening, even if she managed to sound calm. Giving in to Adore every time she was horny was far too dangerous for her self-control.

“I’m serious, I promise I just need to get this done.”

Adore blew her a kiss, tongue darting out to wet her lower lip as she backed out of the room and turned to head down the hallway, late afternoon sunlight catching the curves of her ass emphasized by the thin fabric.

Blowing out a long breath, Bianca pointedly ignored the way her half-hard cock pressed into the high tabletop and picked up her shears again. Without the physical distraction, it was easy to set her hands working while her mind wandered into the bedroom with Adore. She pictured her sprawled across the sheets, long legs spread wide. Bianca thought about her digging out the bottle of lube, rubbing the slickness over her cock as she fisted it. The quiet click she could have sworn was the nightstand drawer had to be wishful thinking, none of which was going to cut the fabric if she didn’t focus. It wouldn’t take more than ten minutes to finish, and she planned to pounce on Adore early as a reward for behaving.

She made it through two more curved panels before the sound of bare feet on the hardwood floor interrupted her again.

“You’re not making-“

Bianca halted mid-sentence as her hips were grabbed and she was spun around against the table, one hand still holding the shears and the other flailing out for balance. The look on her assailant’s face was determined and aroused, holding her transfixed while a completely naked Adore dropped to her knees.

“Fuck waiting.”

Bianca’s jeans and underwear were around her ankles less than ten seconds later. Adore raised her hand to her mouth, using her teeth to tear open a condom while pinning her in place with fingers splayed over her thigh. Spitting out the strip of foil, Adore released her leg and gave her cock a firm stroke from base to tip, thumb playing over the head in a way calculated to make Bianca see stars.

“You know,” Adore spoke in a conversational tone while she rapidly worked Bianca to full hardness with the practiced ease of a longtime lover, “I never was good at following directions.”

She gave Bianca a cheeky wink before popping the condom into her mouth and using her tongue and lips to roll it down her length.

“Adore-” Bianca lost track of where the sentence was going as wet lips worked their way down her shaft, nuzzling and then nudging her balls aside to lick the sensitive skin behind them. The slight scratch of stubble against her inner thighs was maddening. “Fuck.”

“Mmmhmmm….”

Adore curled her tongue around the head of her cock, eyes promising wicked things. Her hand slipped back under Bianca’s shirt to tease a nipple, pinching and tugging gently before switching sides to repeat the process. Bianca’s thickness stretched her lips in the most delicious way, moaning happily as her cheeks hollowed around the cock filling her mouth. The air in the room suddenly felt stiflingly hot.

One of Adore’s clever fingers stroked that place behind her balls again, teasing just shy of her hole, and Bianca gripped the table as her knees buckled.

“-fuck, owww!”

The shears tumbled from her nerveless grasp, bouncing off Adore’s bare shoulder before landing on the floor with a metallic clang. They both stared at the offending tool for a few seconds before Adore shrugged and guided Bianca’s now empty hand to the back of her head.

“C’mon, I know you want to,” she murmured intimately, biting Bianca’s hip. “Fuck my face.”

Permission granted, Bianca gave in to the urge to thrust into the welcoming slick heat of her mouth. Adore relaxed her jaw, letting the tip of her cock hit the back of her mouth before swallowing against it, right on the edge of choking. Her eyes stayed locked with Bianca’s, moans vibrating around her cock with every breath. Wet sucking sounds filled the air, and Bianca watched Adore reach down to begin stroking her own cock in the same rhythm. Tension coiled at the base of her spine.

“Fuck yeah, I’m close,” Bianca gasped.

Adore hummed an affirmation, pulling in a long breath through her nose and sucking even harder.

“Gonna come in your mouth…”

As Adore’s eyes slipped closed in obvious enjoyment, Bianca forced her own to stay open, teetering on the edge. Adore opened her mouth a fraction wider and the head of Bianca’s cock slipped down her throat just far enough that she couldn’t breathe.

The look of bliss on Adore’s face combined with the amount of trust the gesture implied never failed to destroy the last of her control, and today was no different. Orgasm slammed into her, blanking her vision, and Adore caught her hips with both hands, holding Bianca up against the table as she came with a guttural moan. She held her position as long as possible while Bianca’s cock pulsed in her mouth before pulling off to draw in a series of deep breaths interspersed with coughs.

The room slowly came back into focus. Bianca was aware of Adore panting on the floor in front of her, face flushed and eyes watering, lips even more swollen than usual. After a couple of failed attempts, she managed to pull the condom off her softening cock with shaky fingers, tying it and throwing it into the wastebasket meant for fabric scraps.

Going to have to empty that later.

Too drained to stay standing, Bianca dropped to her knees alongside Adore, brushing the messy hair back from her sweaty forehead.

“Your turn?”

The words came out in the low tone Adore privately referred to as Bianca’s bedroom voice, husky and rough with sex, and her cock twitched in response. Bianca brushed her fingers aside to give it an affectionate squeeze before cupping her balls. She nodded eagerly.

“Mmmhmmm, please.”

“Got another one?”

With a lopsided grin, Adore fumbled on the floor next to her until she came up with a second foil packet, tearing it open and rolling the condom over her cock quickly.

“How do you…?”

She didn’t have to worry about finishing the sentence. Bianca evidently understood the vague question, pulling off the sweaty shirt she was still wearing and tucking it under her head as she laid on the floor.

“C’mere.”

It took a moment for her sex-fogged brain to catch on to the invitation, then Adore was moving to straddle Bianca’s chest, one knee to either side of her shoulders. Steadying her cock with one hand, she guided it into her open mouth and stopped when Bianca pinched her hip in warning.

“Can I…?”

Bianca rolled her eyes, quirked eyebrow and groan around her cock sounding an awful lot like, “really queen?”

Adore reached forward to grab the table for support, her other hand anchoring itself in Bianca’s short hair. She gave a few shallow thrusts, whimpering as a talented tongue slid against her shaft. A moment later, the restraining hand moved away from her hip and settled on her ass. After the unspoken signal that Bianca was comfortable, Adore tightened her grip on her hair and thrust in roughly, sliding deeper.

“Fuck, B,” she forced out between thrusts, “fuck, you’re. So good. At this.”

Bianca’s self-satisfied groan vibrated down the length of her shaft, fingers tracing teasing patterns over her ass and slipping between her cheeks just far enough to send bolts of pleasure racing down her spine. Settling into her rhythm, Adore’s back arched into a tense curve, fucking Bianca’s mouth with forceful strokes.

“Oh my god, fuck…fucking love your mouth. So fucking hot - so hot - when you let me do this. No one else…just you.”

Bianca might have been under her, but it didn’t mean she was passive. Her tongue flicked under the head of her cock every time Adore pulled back, spit-slick lips wrapped tight. Those restless hands were in constant motion, clutching at her ass, sliding up to play with her nipples. Her balls tightened with every obscenely wet pass over Bianca’s swollen lips, moans cut off as her cock thrust deeper.

Sucking Bianca’s cock always made her horny, but this was the ultimate thrill, Bianca trusting her enough to set her normally dominant nature aside and allowing Adore to use her. Let her run her mouth without holding it against her later.

“Fuuuuuuccckkk. So close.”

(She always joked that a cock down her throat was the only way to make Bianca Del Rio shut up).

A whine escaped on Bianca’s next breath, and that was it. Adore’s head fell back as she came, riding Bianca’s mouth while lightning shot through her veins. Bianca gripped her ass, forcing her cock as far down her throat as possible, milking out every aftershock of pleasure.

An indeterminate amount of time later, she was dimly aware of Bianca discarding the condom, hunched over and still breathing hard.

“My fucking neck,” Bianca muttered without real bite, “shit. And don’t think I missed the part where you tried to finger me.”

Adore offered a rough, noncommittal noise in response.

“Bring the lube next time.” Bianca’s smirk was audible. “And we’ll see. I need a fucking nap after that,” she continued, apparently unbothered by her lack of a verbal reply.

Gentle hands coaxed her to her feet, and everything was a little hazy until Bianca pushed her down onto her bed. Those same hands gripped her ankles and heaved her legs around until she was lying amidst the mountain of pillows piled against the headboard.

Bianca prodded and tugged until Adore was arranged to her liking, curled against her side and sharing the pillow.

“Night, pussyface.” Bianca’s sleepy whisper was tinged with affection.

The air conditioner kicked on, raising goosebumps on naked skin still damp with sweat. Adore used her feet to pull the duvet close enough to cover them both, smiling in response to Bianca’s appreciative murmur. She let out a satisfied sigh when a kiss was pressed to her temple and roused herself enough to drape an arm over Bianca’s chest. Her fingers idly stroked the warm skin, feeling the rasp of stubble where Bianca shaved for her infamous cowl necklines. Nineteen thirties glamour suited her slim figure and seeing the flawless tuck in her clinging gowns always made Adore slightly horny, thinking about how the audiences would react if they only knew what was underneath.

The sheets rustled quietly as they settled in, smelling of Bianca’s soap and the faintest hint of sex. She could still feel the pleasurable ache in her jaw, and wondered about a second round after they both woke up…

Bianca’s breathing evened out in sleep and Adore drifted off to the familiar sound of her soft snoring.

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #smut #not casual at all #missalyssasecret #submission #canon compliant

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