A little disclaimer: this chapter is kind of very kinky, so please don't read if you don't like a little cross-dressing and slight sub-dom stuff.
Also, this one is way longer than my previous chapters!

Anyway, here it is:

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"Oh my god, Roger! You're not going to believe this!" John laughed when he unlocked the door and stepped into their apartment.

He took off his jacket and shoes, placed them neatly in the right places and then joined Roger in the living room, watching TV.

He carried a small carton box, which already has been opened and put it on Roger's lap.

"Look inside!" John grinned.

"Okay...?"

Roger, now curious, opened the wings and looked inside with big eyes.
A short plaid skirt with a fitting tie and a white shirt. Underneath it laid two knee-high socks, but he didn't see them yet.
Rogers face color turned into a deep red.

"Why aren't you laughing? Someone messed up their address and now their kinky stuff is laying in our living room!"

John picked out the skirt and held it infront of his hips.

"How does it look?" He laughed.

When he saw Roger, still not laughing and still blushing, he frowned. He asked if everything was alright but Roger just stared at the white shirt in the box on his lap.

"Wait... Did you buy that outfit?" John whispered, not at all accusing.

Roger slowly nodded. Then there was a long silence until John broke it again.

"For whom?"

"You. Us. I don't know. Wanted to try something new..."

John bend over to kiss the top of his boyfriends head and then his cheek. The brunette took the box from Roger and went to the bedroom without saying a word.

A few minutes went by in which a couple of 'How do you-', 'Is this ever going to close?' and 'This doesn't look too bad, does it!'s could be heard.
Finally, the door opened with an all dolled up John coming out.

The skirt hardly covered all of his bum but the shirt fit perfectly. A little odd looked the tie - which wasn't too bad to be honest.
And the socks rounded up the look.
John looked very shy and unsure but his confidence got a boost when Rogers face started to light up, still keeping the red color, though.

"I've been a very naughty girl, daddy." The brunette said with a sarcastic undertone.

He came towards Roger.

"What are you going to do to me?" John said with big eyes and eventually bursted out in laughter.
"I'm sorry! I can't do it!"

"Oh, really?" Roger whispered.

John was close enough to him to slip his fingers under the upper rim of the skirt and violently pull him on his lap.
The dressed up man gasped and now sat on one of Roger's legs.

"Okay, that was hot." He said.

Roger simply ignored him and laid his hands under the fabric on John's ass.
He started to frown.

"You're not even wearing underwear? Fucking slut."

John wasn't sure if he liked it when his boyfriend talked like that to him, but he sure felt his blood rushing towards his genitals.
He tried to kiss Roger, but the drummer dodged him with the excuse that 'whores like John had to earn their kisses'.

So John just sat there, hiding his face in his partners neck and with a half hard dick.
He carefully began gringing on Roger's thigh, his knee rubbing against the blondes crotch. Both soon got very hard.

Roger quickly had enough of this teasing and lifted John up to throw him on his back.
He pushed his legs apart, making the buldge under the skirt way more visible.
The drummer folded the fabric upward so he could see everything, that belonged to him.

John blushed and instinctively wanted to close his legs but his boyfriend kept them open.

"I am going to finger you, okay?"

It was more like an announcement than a question for consent.

First, Roger let John wet his index, middle and ring finger by sucking on them.
Then, he placed and slowly pushed in his index finger in John, who quietly moaned.
John's neck hair stood up and he laid his leg over Roger's shoulder.

The blonde circled his wrist and twisted his finger to get John comfortable for more.
After a little bit of twisting around - and earning a few whines from John - he even found his prostate, but made sure to avoid it yet.

When Roger asked if he could add a second finger, John hungrily nodded and grabbed the pillow beside him.
Roger watched John close his eyes and inhale deeply as he pushed in his middle finger. The younger man exhaled a loud moan.

Roger smiled and began to twist more energetically. He eventually started to give literal thrusts with his fingers, making John shudder.
The drummer found that he could handle a third finger and simply added it without asking.
John gasped surprised but moved down on his hand.

"Be patient, John."

"I'm trying!" The brunette replied.

Roger pushed his fingers as deep as possible and then hardly pressed the small rough spot.
John threw his head back and his grip on the pillow got tighter.

The blonde soon pulled his fingers completely out again.
John looked at him questioning and with red cheeks when his boyfriend took the brunettes hand from the pillow and dragged it to his bottom.

"Do you want me to-" John started, his face getting even more red.

"Yes." Roger answered. He saw John's doubts and added: "For me?"

So John started to move his own fingers inside of himself. He started to do it gently but when he began to get comfortable with the situation, Deaky did what he wanted Roger to do to him - fingering him hard and mercilessly.
He looked his boyfriend in the eyes while he did so.
Roger watched him panting his name quietly.

He noticed that John was getting faster and unpatient, so he told him to stop. Surprisingly, John listened and almost immediately stopped mastrubating.

Roger smiled and entered his index and middle finger again, but instead of moving it he just put pressure on John's prostate.
John's body slowly got covered in goose bumps and his legs shuddered weakly.

"Go on, babe." Roger encouraged John.

So John did.
His hand started off slowly a second time. After two lazy flicks of his wrist he began to quickly thrust in and out of himself.
It was weird for him that Roger was in him too, but just as erotic.

John felt that he was getting closer and closer with every thrust.
Roger seemed to notice, too.

"You're close, huh?" He teased and pressed harder on John's sweet spot.

The bassist nodded and moaned loudly. He stared down on his tensed stomach with furrowed brows.
He circled his fingers on last time before his toes curled up and dug into the padding of the sofa, he cried out and shot his rather big load on his own stomach and chest.

"Look at the mess you made!" Roger said.

John - out of breath - looked down on himself and realized that all of the skirt and shirt were full of his cum.

"I'm sorry..."

"At least you were very nice. You can have you kiss now, John."

Deaky grinned while Roger got between his legs and bowed down to reach his lips.
It was a sweet kiss, without tongue or anything. John grabbed Roger's face and then quickly interrupted their kiss.

"Are you going to fuck me now, Roger?" He asked.

Roger blushed slightly.

"Watch your language!"

The drummer was a little surprised because that was exactly what he was going to do now.
A little nervous, he started to unbuckle his belt and take his trousers off.

His dick was diamonds and quite sensitive. Roger gasped when it was freed from its fabric prison.
John looked at it grinning and licking his lower lip sarcastically.

"Quit that." Roger said and pushed John's knees further apart.

He was still between them. The blonde got hold on John's left knee with one hand and held his dick in the other.
He rubbed his tip a few times against his boyfriends hole before he carefully pushed in.

He moved his hips slowly and sloppy at first because he was so desperate, but soon found an rhythm both of them liked.

Roger slowly slid in an out of John, who was moaning shyly and pressing his thighs tightly onto his boyfriends hips.
The blonde loved seeing his partner like this - eyes all teared up, cheeks pink and his clothes covered in his own cum.

He could see his own cock going in and out on John's skinny stomach. It was almost hypnotic.
Roger let go of John's right arm and placed it on his tummy.

"Do you feel me?" Roger groaned.

John whimpered and felt his dick hardening again at the feeling of Roger's cock inside of him.
The younger one could really feel Rogers truly big member sliding in and out through his intestines.
Another small cry escaped his mouth.

"What?"

John nodded heavily and pressed his hand down on his stomach. Both men moaned loudly.
At first, John couldn't say anything, his mouth just hung open without making a sound.
But once one word came over his lips, a whole wave came with it.

"Yes!" John whispered from the back of his throat. "Yes, yes, yes, I - can feel you! I- Don't stop! Fuck me harder, please!"

Roger's forehead began to get sweaty as he trusted in John with more intensity.
He groaned a quiet "Fuck." every once and then.
His free hand dug its fingers deep into the pillow next to John's head, while the one pining his boyfriend down had such a tight grip, that John's hand was all red and his own knuckles white.

John - whose prostate was almost hit with every thrust Roger made - still continued to put pressure on his tummy.
His legs shuddered and his eyes shed small tears.
His mouth still hung open with only heavy panting sounds coming out.

The brunettes second erection was a little painful but that just turned on John more.
Roger's dick was big and throbbing inside of him and brushed along or even hit his sweet spot with every thrust.
He knew that he wasn't going to last long this time, too, if Roger kept fucking him that good.

John secretly wished that the hand, which momentarily pinned him down, laid around his neck.

"More!" Deaky squeezed out.

"You're unbelievably greedy today."

Roger was all sweaty and hot now and stopped for a second. His cock was buried deep inside John.
Then he pulled it out.

"Turn around for me."

The bassist did as he was told and weakly positioned himself on all fours, but Roger pushed his face hardly on the cushion of the sofa.
John moaned muted.

Roger spanked John and looked at his wide open, perfektly pink hole. The skirt was just an accessory now, which was folded up to his back.
Seing his boyfriend like this - fragile, vulnerable and absolutely wrecked, longing for his cock - made his hunger for him even bigger.
He pushed in John again, both moaning and the sofa quietly creaking.

He fucked him as before, but the new position allowed him to go deeper.
Roger's hands pulled the other ones hips closer to his own.
John moaned and moaned under his thrusts.

"Please touch me..."

The bassist grabbed Roger's hand with his own shaking one and slowly guided it to his dick.
Roger pulled his hand back and placed it on his partners hips again.
He hardly rocked his hips to the front, making John cry out.

John looked frustrated while Roger still pounded into him like they'd never have sex again.
He was so close to having an orgasm that the slightest touch would have pushed him over the edge.
A few drops of precum dropped on the brown leather.

"Can I touch myself, Roger?" He moaned, louder than he wanted.

Roger's muscles began to get sore, so he slowed down and his thrust got a little sloppy.

"No, you greedy slut. You can come when I'm done."

Even though John knew by Roger's pulsing cock that it wasn't going to be long anymore, he still was too inpatient.
Roger pushed in a few times more, then John reached behind to push him even further inside.

"Let me come... Please!" John cried out. "I can't wait anymore!"

His voice sounded desperate and almost as if he was being tortured.

That unexpected hard grip made the blonde immediately spill his semen deep into John with a breathless moan.
The younger one gasped. They actually had a 'no coming inside' rule.
Roger's temporarily limp body hung over John's and kissed his spine.

"I'm so sorry!" He said.

Even though he was done now, Roger didn't pull out.
He kept his position and moved his hand to John's cock.
With his thumb he rubbed tightly over the tip, making John immediately come, too.

His legs shuddered, he closed his eyes and whined weakly as he came all over the brown leather sofa.
John smiled from his relief.

"You're a good boy, Babe." Roger said as he finally pulled his dick out. "For doing what I say and only coming when you're allowed to."

John's smile grew bigger and he laid down on his back, dodging his cum.
Roger cuddled next to him and kissed his chest.
Both were still out of breath.

"That was so weird, Rog." John said. "Oddly erotic."