Steve usually isn't one to wear Billy's clothes.
He found it adorable when girls did it, sometimes even a turn on, but he's never done it himself.
It was one time though, it was summer and Steve didn't know what to wear to a group sleepover at his house.
Of course Billy was there in the morning, he preferred to stay at Steve's since his parents were never home.
Steve had scavenged the laundry and his entire wardrobe but couldn't find anything nice. He rested his fingers on his chin, looking around. He made eye contact with one of Billy's shirts. A black one. Simple, really. A few shiny designs lined the bottom, coming up almost like flames. Steve sighed. He hoped Billy wouldn't mind if he wore his clothes just this one time.
So he did. He slid the shirt on with ease. Laughing at his appearance as he hiked up his grey jeans. He felt a bit mischievous, slowly grabbing one of Billy's belts because, why not? He was already wearing one of his shirts, it's not like the belt was anything special. The buckle clicked. Steve turned to the mirror, running his fingers through his hair. He grinned jokingly. He looked pretty good, actually. He heard the sound of conversation downstairs, his cue to make his entrance.
He casually jogged down the stairs, greeting the kids happily. He almost didn't notice Billy was standing right there, bullying Max for something. Steve rolled his eyes at Robin, who greeted him with a little shimmy. He slid his hands in his pockets, looking away from the kids for just a second. He made direct eye contact with Billy, who looked to be staring at him this whole time. His expression was a mix of confusion, love, and looked as if he wasn't sure if he should be mad or not. Billy clicked his tongue, pulling a cigarette from his teeth with a grin, followed by a soft chuckle. He ran his tongue along his teeth, looking Steve up and down. Steve felt his heart jump, turning around to face the children again, he laughed along to their jokes, trying to ignore the fact he could feel the burning of Billy's gaze on his side.
It was when Steve was in the kitchen when Billy decided to say something. The slightly taller individual had wrapped his arms around Steve's waist, nuzzling his neck. "Billy I'm trying to-" Steve slammed the oven shut, originally checking on the pizza. He groaned ever so softly as Billy slid his hands up Steve's (belongs to Billy's) shirt, massaging his chest. "Who said you could start wearing my clothes?" Billy mumbled seductively. "I- I thought you wouldn't mind-" Steve stuttered. "I'm not mad, it's just..." Billy paused to nip Steve's neck. He groaned softly again, Steve's hands rested over Billy's. Steve leaned so his head was slightly rested over Billy's shoulder. "...cute" Billy finished, messing with Steve's hair. "fuuuuuck..." Steve rolled his hips forwards, turning around just so Billy would hold him. "Bills..." "you're gonna have to wait," Billy kissed Steve's neck; directly on his sensitive spot just for good measure. Steve whimpered. "Go away..." Steve pushed off of Billy, leaning on the counter. "Fine, fine" Billy raised his hands defensively with a big grin, turning on his heel to exit the kitchen. Steve grabbed his face, exhausted.
Of course, it was a rough night, but once everybody left in the morning, Billy made sure to fuck Steve slowly and surely, bringing as much pleasure to his boyfriend as he could.
Steve started wearing Billy's clothes more often after that.
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