🤕 — Has there ever been a ‘sex sent me to the ER’ moment? If yes, what happened?
👨❤️💋👨 — Do either of them fantasize about having a three or more some? Have they ever brought this up to the other or acted on it?
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Unfortunately, yes, and many times.
One of those edible thongs causes Billy to get a yeast infection (yes, men can get those too, they’re terrified to learn).
Trying a new type of lube - and using too much - makes them slip and Steve might’ve broken his arm (he didn’t, but he had to wear a wrist brace for like two months).
Basically the boys start investing in non-slip mats underneath all of their rugs.
Their one (1) stunt with sex swing results in a broken tailbones. They use inner-tube floats instead of the couch for a few months. They get a blue carpet and pretend the living room floor is a swimming pool.
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I tend to head-canon them both as having big cheating triggers: Billy because of his mom and Steve because of his dad.
This would make their windows of opportunity either the very beginning of their relationship, or way down the line after they’ve both established an impressive amount of communication and trust.
So I’d imagine that their first time sleeping together is the three-some. It’s weird (because Steve and Billy are not friends), it’s casual, and nobody is committed. Steve is tired of looking for “the one,” and Billy takes his adhd ass into the bedroom to hyper stimulate his needs on multiple people.
But during several threesomes, the irony is that it’s a sexual safe space for experimenting. Steve discovers he loves having his ass eaten out. Taking Billy from behind while he’s on all fours is a position he usually enjoyed doing with a girl, but just. Wow. It’s comfortable, it’s hot, and fine, Billy’s really good in bed. Surprisingly attentive.
Billy discovers he really really benefits from being sandwiched between a girl and Steve. Like, he’s Relaxed™ for at least a week after a three-some like that. He likes the softness of breasts and long hair. He feels vulnerable and safe on chest hair and bony legs.
They start being nicer to each other outside of the bedroom. Warm eyes and drunk smiles become a regular thing instead of bristled words and hard looks.
The issues arrive when an opportunity comes to have a threesome with a guy instead of a woman. That’s how Steve and Billy learn that they’re already in the deep end for each other. Why a girl doesn’t bother them but a guy does? Well...they’ll just have to figure out how to talk about that.
But first, they try sex with just the two of them first.
Found your blog recently, just wanted to say I am obsessed with the way you tag your posts 😂💖
Thank you! 💚 Welcome, and I hope the tags don't scare you off because even I'm not sure where they're going to send up when I start typing 😂 The train manages to derail 9 times out of 10 😳😂
Prompt 212! I hope it's a good one, but it's your writing so I'm sure it'll be fantastic! Congrats again on 500!! 💕😊💖 -opaldraws
@opaldraws yeah I’m also tagging your other blog, what about it 😌💕
212. “Did you just call to get off to my voice?”
Now, I haven’t written it a lot, but I absolutely L O V E phone sex fics, and for the sake of it, I’ve written this a bit into the future; not quiet a modern day au, but more of an... early 2000′s au, because I wanted them to have phones, but not something modern and smart, so for the sake of the prompt, imagine that they both have that super iconic Nokia 3310, you know exactly which one 😂😂🤣
Also this includes mechanic Billy, another of my favourite aus
Thank you again so much for prompting me, babe!!!! I think it’s fantastic, so, for your pleasure, 1.7k words, enjoy~
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Steve rolls around in sheets that still smell of Billy. He stretches out with a grunt, naked and lazy blissful, the clock on his side of the bed says 10:13 am, on a typical Tuesday morning. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and stares at a water stain in the corner of the ceiling, one which Billy claims that if you squint, it looks like a voluptuous woman.
To think, three months they’ve lived here now, a shitty little one bedroom apartment down on mainstreet, walking distance from the workshop and Family Video, yet Billy insists every day on driving the camaro, revving the engine and showing off in front of his envious coworkers.
Three months since they became official, three months since Neil kicked Billy out, three months since Steve’s father cut him out of the will.
Three months they’ve spent every night together, yet, as Steve presses his face into Billy’s pillow, inhaling the musky scent of his sweat, he still yearns all the same as he did back in high school. The same old desperation and neediness fills him just at the mere thought of his boyfriend. And he’s hardly to blame, being naked in their bed, in their apartment.
He breathes in deep again and sighs contentedly into the fabric, raising his hips to allow for a hand to slip beneath, fingers grazing gently across hardening flesh.
Their schedules don’t always align, Billy being off on weekends, Steve on, leaving the poor brunette home alone Tuesdays and Thursdays. And he misses him already, as needy and pathetic and clingy as that might be, making him anxious and doubtful, but Billy calls it cute and sweet and that, “I miss you, too, baby,” so maybe someday Steve will learn that this kind of behaviour and thought is ok when you’re in love, and won’t get pushed away for it.
Billy never pushes him away, no he holds him, kisses him, loves him. Tells him every day with the sweetest kisses. In the mornings when they’re rushing off to work because they stayed in bed for too long. In the evening when they’re cooking dinner and eating together by the little round table. In the night when they’re pressed together soft and slow, rough and fast, skin on skin on skin.
Steve closes his hand around his full dick and strokes at a far too slow pace, enjoying the pleasant sparks that spread around his lower abdomen and thighs, not enough for release, but enough for him to moan lightly into Billy’s pillow. He runs his other arm beneath it to hug it tighter against his face, wishing to be as close to Billy as he can right now.
God he really needs Billy right now… Billy Billy Billy… If he closes his eyes and focuses hard enough, he can almost imagine that it’s Billy’s hand stroking him now, calloused and worn from work, strong and firm, he tightens his grip, thrusting into his fingers with jittery and impatient hips.
He turns his head to look at his phone on the bedside table, thinking, tempted to call. And he only really wastes a few brief seconds convincing himself, before he’s reaching for it with his free hand, the motion of his other hand becoming lackadaisical as he finds Billy’s phone number on his phone.
The ringing like a drum solo, his heart beating hard and loud in tact.
“Hey honey,” Billy says with a voice pure with adoration, and Steve’s heart calms down immediately, feeling his dulcet tone embrace his heart.
“You’re up early,” he teases.
“Yeah, I…” Steve trails off, not really sure what to say, just really wanted to listen to Billy talk. “H-how’s work?”
“Oh you won’t believe what I’m looking at!” the eagerness in his voice palpable, “This old couple comes in with the most gorgeous Cadillac from the 70s! Says they’re taking retirement ‘on the road’, but it’s been sputtering an awful lot lately, so now,” he pauses for the sake of dramatic effect, “I get to clean this old gals engine! New spark plugs, cleaning the carburetor, and an oil change on the house.”
Even if Steve doesn’t know what any of that really means, he gets a near second-hand thrill from how excited Billy is. Also it paints a perfect picture, Billy with his jumpsuit tied around his waist because he loves to show off those arms, covered in oil and grease and sweat, the dirty, white tank top, hair tied back.
There’s a longer pause before Billy asks, “What are you up to?” something in his tone that might imply he knows exactly what Steve’s doing.
“I-I’m still in bed,” Steve responds with all the self-control he has, albeit not a lot of it.
“Oh yeah?” Billy’s voice deep and raspy all of a sudden. “And what are you doing in bed? Because it doesn’t sound like you’re sleeping.”
Steve rolls on to his back and looks down at where his prick has started leaking; the pre helping with the dryness as he swipes his thumb over the head.
“Come on, princess,” Billy drawls when there’s no response, “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I-I- ahh…” Steve moans gingerly before biting down on his lip. “I’m touching myself.”
“Thinking about anyone in particular?”
The obvious answer being, “You.”
His phone nearly vibrates when Billy chuckles like rolling thunder. “So… did you just call to get off to my voice?”
“Yes,” Steve says without a filter, lust slowly pulling him apart as he jerks a bit faster to the sensuous tone of Billy.
“That’s awfully naughty of you.”
A breathless, “Fuck,” escapes him as he screws his eyes shot to picture Billy again.
“Calling me like this, in the middle of my work day… Do you know how hard that makes me? Listening to you pant and moan like that? Making it impossible to focus on my work, baby.”
He leans into the phone, moans a bit louder, unadulterated, let’s out a slight, “Billy…”
And Billy laughs. “Oh that’s so unfair, you saying my name like that when I can’t do anything about it. When I come home later, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The echo of a lock comes through the phone and Steve blinks open.
“What are you doing?”
Next he hears just a light clink of a belt.
“I’m in the employees bathroom, taking a break. You didn’t think I’d just let you get off on your own, did you? Don’t be so selfish.”
“Billy, are you-”
“I am,” he sighs with satisfaction - a roughness to the edge of his voice.
A sigh and insinuation that gives Steve all the right clues for the perfect picture of Billy, sitting with his legs spread out, cock out through the hole in his boxers to stroke it, making Steve’s own kick and drip more. He slides further down their bed as he raises his hips into his fist, closing his eyes again to focus on Billy’s breathing, his words.
“Mmmh, when I get off from work, when I get home in 4 hours, you better be naked, waiting for me as I step through the door.”
Steve imagines it just so, listening to Billy like he’s being told a story- a promise.
“We won’t make it to the bedroom - I can’t wait that long to touch you again.”
“Billy,” he whines and runs his hand a bit too fast, chasing an all too soon release.
“I’m gonna have you bent over the dining table, eating you out till you’re begging me to finger you open. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, pretty boy?”
“Yes, yes, oh fuck-”
Each word sending static shivers through his entire being, making him buck his hips harder, thrusting with abandon into the whimsical motion of his hand. He presses the phone between his face and the pillow, to allow his left hand the freedom to go down, squeezing his balls tenderly, pressing and massaging his taint beneath.
“God, shit- arrh- listen to you, princess, so obedient and willing… Getting so wet just from my voice, hmmm…” his deep, carnal humming vibrates through the phone. “And once you’re all stretched out and ready from four of my fingers, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be on the verge of tears, all sensitive from my big cock.”
“Please, Billy,” he whines, oh so close, the fuse burning quickly at the speed of his hand.
“Fuck I love it when you say my name like that, all needy and horny and pliant, begging for me to pound your ass, fuck- ah-”
“Billy,” Steve whines and really milks it for all it’s worth, drawing it out into a full moan. “Billy I’m so close.”
“Let me hear you cum, baby,” Billy growls out, rugged with laboured breathing.
“God, fuck- fuck, a-ah-” And Steve doesn’t keep quiet, opens wide as he arches his back, lifts his hips high into the air as he pumps himself with fervor, cum spurting from his throbbing cock and onto his chest, a splash reaching his throat from the raised angle. Billy has, on numerous occasions, called it “pornographic,” says that Steve gives a better performance, riding on his dick, than any of the actors on tape.
Billy grunts and groans on the other end, struggling to keep his own euphoria down no doubt, but it is clear to Steve that his boyfriend is right there with him, and listening to him cum gives him a deep rooted thrill, an incredible sense of satisfaction that can almost rival his own orgasm.
They pant and gasp for air together, Billy sounding more like he’s been diving too deep for too long, but chuckles all the same.
“Mmmmh glad you called, bambi,” he hums deep and satisfied and happy.
A joy that brings such elation to Steve’s own heart.
“Me, too,” he laughs back, short and utterly exhausted. He could absolutely go for a nap now.
“Now, you have…” a pause as Billy no doubt looks at his wristwatch, “three hours and about twenty minutes to get cleaned up, regain your energy, and drink lots of water, because when I get home, I’m gonna have to punish you for this.”
Your most recent abo fic is everything I could have wished for AND MORE! I really liked how you established Steve's character in the beginning by having him leave that alpha when he wasn't having a good time. It showed that even though Steve is a horny dude, he has standards and will stand up for himself! And that made the connection between Steve and Billy even more special!! Like the way that Steve instantly knew that Billy was the one was SO PERFECT 👌👌 They're interactions at Tina's party was the best lead up for the smut and I LOVED Billy's reactions to Steve's horny behavior! The way that Billy is just as into Steve and gets so surprised by Steve slicking was so hot 😤😤 AND THE SMUT WOOO 🥵🥵🔥🔥 TRUE PERFECTION AND SO SO SPICY! And then the tenderness of the end!!!! That whole last paragraph!!! Made my heart mushy!
Thanks for writing such an amazing fic! 💖💖💖
Opal, I-
Thank you so so much!!!!😭💗💗💗💗 You hit the nail on the head on so many beats I wanted to hit and it's wonderful to hear you liked it!! I really wanted to keep that confidence Steve has, even as an omega he won't just roll over for anyone... and we all know he's a romantic at heart, so meeting Billy and instinctively knowing he's The One, even if at first it's just with his body was such a fun thought to explore!!!
just wanted to say I love your blog and I love seeing you on my dash 💖💖💖 your ideas and hcs are so interesting and seeing your responses to asks is always fun! keep doing you dude, hope you have a lovely night/day (whatever time it is for you lol) ✨
wait this literally means a lot to me ahhhhh especially coming from you dsjsjshsj thank you so much! 🥺🥺🧡
Duuude collide with the sky would absolutely be modern billy's vibe! I can see him putting hell above on repeat -opaldraws
yess omg you’re absolutely right!! hell above is one of my favourites too! i need to spend some time actually listening to the lyrics so i can decide what to add :P i just put it on repeat when im drawing and just hum along to the melody lol
Facial expressions, no contest! And also since Billy and Steve came crashing into my life, hair, haha.
9. How much time do you spend drawing on an average day?
Not sure exactly, most of my day at work is drawing and then I try and draw in my free time after that if I’m not burnt out, so. A lot! :)
22. Are you confident that you’re improving steadily?
Aaaahh I struggle with this one for sure. In the moment, no, but then I look back after enough time has passed and go huh, my art’s come a long way. xD
