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booshslashhavenTitle: Pillow Talk
Summary: Howard loves Vince. Period.
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Short and smutty.
Word Count: 1,073
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, just enjoying them
Pillow Talk
Howard lay awake in bed, his body spooned around Vince. Vince’s hair tickled his nose and Howard buried his face further into the dark mane, inhaling coconut-scented shampoo and sweat. Their lovemaking had been intense and sweet. Howard had cleaned them both up and they now lay snuggled under the covers, sharing a single pair of Howard’s pajamas. Although Howard was a large man, his pyjama top barely covered Vince’s arse. It was almost enough to get Howard hard again, as was the steady, rhythmic sound of Vince sucking his thumb; but for the moment, Howard was spent. Vince appeared to be sated, as well. He was, in Vince’s words, “well shagged and ready for a sleepy.” Howard thought he was asleep already. He was therefore surprised when Vince spoke. “Howard?”
“Mmmmm?” Howard pulled Vince closer to his chest. “What is it, Little Man?”
“You love me, yeah?”
“What?” Howard was fully awake now, all contended drowsiness fading away as he realized that Vince had something weighing heavily on his brain cell. “Of course I love you, Little Man. I absolutely worship you. I’ve spent the evening trying to show you just how much I love every single millimeter of you. Monsoon Moon is a tender, but thorough lover.” Howard ran his hand up and down Vince’s bare thigh as he spoke softly into Vince’s ear.
Vince shivered. “Yeah, Howard. I got no complaints in that department. I know you love me, but would you love me if I wasn’t a man? What if you couldn’t call me Little Man no more? Would you love me if I was a woman?”
Howard’s knee-jerk response was to bolt upright in bed and ask Vince what the hell he was talking about. Instead, he forced himself to remain calm and continue to stroke Vince’s thigh as he again spoke softly into his ear. “Where’s all this coming from, Vince? Talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I like bein’ a boy,” Vince started off hesitantly. “But sometimes, I like bein’ a girl, you know? I like pretty, shiny clothes, I like women's clothes.”
“You’ve been like that since we first met. Ever since we were nippers. You know it doesn’t matter to me if you want to wear women’s clothes. You look magnificent, no matter what you wear,” Howard soothed his lover.
“Yeah, but you know that underneath all the hairspray and mascara and glitter, I’m still a boy. When you take off all the sparkly, girly clothes, you’re gonna find a cock underneath it all.”
“Well, yes,” Howard agreed, not certain if Vince was referring to part of his anatomy or to himself. He chose his next words carefully. “I’ve always known that was part of the package, so to speak. Are you unhappy with that part of you?”
“No. I don’t think so, anyway. I’m not sure. But if I ever decided I’d rather be a woman, a real woman, would that be a deal-breaker for you?”
Howard sighed. He let his hand trail up Vince’s thigh until he was lightly grasping Vince’s cock, which had begun to harden slightly. “I love every bit of you, Vince Noir, including this bit- - here, he gave Vince’s cock a slight squeeze - - but this is not a deal-breaker. I don’t care if you’re a man. I don’t care if you’re a woman. I don’t care if you’re a man dressed like a woman. I don't care if you want to become a woman who dresses like a man. I love you, no matter what equipment you do or don’t have. I will support you in any decision you make regarding which equipment you choose to have. And I will happily make love to whatever body you decide is best for you. Understood?”
Vince had begun to rock into Howard’s light grip on his cock. “Actually, Howard, I’m quite fond of the equipment I have right now,” he gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Howard purred into his ear, swiping his thumb over the tip of Vince’s penis.
Vince came with a whimper, rolled over on his back, and spread his legs. Howard slipped his fingers inside to make sure that Vince was still stretched and wet from their earlier lovemaking.
“I don’t think I really want to be a woman, not all the time anyway,” Vince panted as Howard probed deeply with his fingers. “These boy parts are pretty genius.” He moaned as Howard brushed the tip of his finger against his prostate. “But I might want to wear dresses more often and wear some frilly lingerie sometimes.”
“That is definitely not a deal-breaker,” Howard rumbled as he removed his fingers, lowered his pyjama trousers, and slid his cock deep inside Vince's passage. “I’ll even take you shopping in the morning, if you’d like.” Howard began to thrust.
“That’d be genius,” Vince grinned, as he wrapped his legs around Howard’s waist. “I was thinking a few little dresses, some garters and stockings, maybe a babydoll nightie with matching knickers. I could put my hair in bunches.”
Howard came embarrassingly fast. He pulled out gently and rolled over on his back next to Vince, trying to catch his breath. He reached out and took Vince’s hand, linking their fingers together. “Buy whatever clothes you want,” he panted. “Women’s clothes. Men’s clothes. I’m sure whatever clothes you buy, I’m going to want to strip them off you and shag you senseless.”
Vince looked Howard in the eye and grinned cheekily. “Such language, Howard! Don’t you mean ‘make love’ to me?”
“Howard Moon always makes love, sir. Even when he’s shagging you senseless.” Howard rolled to his side, grabbed Vince by the front of his pajama top and pulled them face-to-face so he could kiss Vince deeply. He then lay back with Vince half on top of him, Vince’s head resting on Howard’s chest. Howard stroked Vince’s hair, lulling him to sleep. He tried not to think about Vince parading around the flat in short skirts and frilly knickers, at least not until Vince was awake and ready for another shag. Glancing down at his sleeping lover, still clad in Howard’s pyjama shirt and once again sucking his thumb, Howard still had to clamp down on his libido. Vince couldn’t possibly look any sexier than he did right now. Moving his hand down Vince's back to lightly stroke his bare bottom, Howard knew he had spoken the truth. He loved Vince completely. Vince always turned him on, no matter what clothes he wore or what body parts might be underneath when the clothes were removed. As long as Vince was happy with who he was, Howard was happy, too. Satisfied with this self-realization, Howard gradually drifted off to sleep, soothed by the soft rhythmic sounds of Vince sucking his thumb.
Summary: Howard loves Vince. Period.
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Short and smutty.
Word Count: 1,073
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, just enjoying them
Pillow Talk
Howard lay awake in bed, his body spooned around Vince. Vince’s hair tickled his nose and Howard buried his face further into the dark mane, inhaling coconut-scented shampoo and sweat. Their lovemaking had been intense and sweet. Howard had cleaned them both up and they now lay snuggled under the covers, sharing a single pair of Howard’s pajamas. Although Howard was a large man, his pyjama top barely covered Vince’s arse. It was almost enough to get Howard hard again, as was the steady, rhythmic sound of Vince sucking his thumb; but for the moment, Howard was spent. Vince appeared to be sated, as well. He was, in Vince’s words, “well shagged and ready for a sleepy.” Howard thought he was asleep already. He was therefore surprised when Vince spoke. “Howard?”
“Mmmmm?” Howard pulled Vince closer to his chest. “What is it, Little Man?”
“You love me, yeah?”
“What?” Howard was fully awake now, all contended drowsiness fading away as he realized that Vince had something weighing heavily on his brain cell. “Of course I love you, Little Man. I absolutely worship you. I’ve spent the evening trying to show you just how much I love every single millimeter of you. Monsoon Moon is a tender, but thorough lover.” Howard ran his hand up and down Vince’s bare thigh as he spoke softly into Vince’s ear.
Vince shivered. “Yeah, Howard. I got no complaints in that department. I know you love me, but would you love me if I wasn’t a man? What if you couldn’t call me Little Man no more? Would you love me if I was a woman?”
Howard’s knee-jerk response was to bolt upright in bed and ask Vince what the hell he was talking about. Instead, he forced himself to remain calm and continue to stroke Vince’s thigh as he again spoke softly into his ear. “Where’s all this coming from, Vince? Talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I like bein’ a boy,” Vince started off hesitantly. “But sometimes, I like bein’ a girl, you know? I like pretty, shiny clothes, I like women's clothes.”
“You’ve been like that since we first met. Ever since we were nippers. You know it doesn’t matter to me if you want to wear women’s clothes. You look magnificent, no matter what you wear,” Howard soothed his lover.
“Yeah, but you know that underneath all the hairspray and mascara and glitter, I’m still a boy. When you take off all the sparkly, girly clothes, you’re gonna find a cock underneath it all.”
“Well, yes,” Howard agreed, not certain if Vince was referring to part of his anatomy or to himself. He chose his next words carefully. “I’ve always known that was part of the package, so to speak. Are you unhappy with that part of you?”
“No. I don’t think so, anyway. I’m not sure. But if I ever decided I’d rather be a woman, a real woman, would that be a deal-breaker for you?”
Howard sighed. He let his hand trail up Vince’s thigh until he was lightly grasping Vince’s cock, which had begun to harden slightly. “I love every bit of you, Vince Noir, including this bit- - here, he gave Vince’s cock a slight squeeze - - but this is not a deal-breaker. I don’t care if you’re a man. I don’t care if you’re a woman. I don’t care if you’re a man dressed like a woman. I don't care if you want to become a woman who dresses like a man. I love you, no matter what equipment you do or don’t have. I will support you in any decision you make regarding which equipment you choose to have. And I will happily make love to whatever body you decide is best for you. Understood?”
Vince had begun to rock into Howard’s light grip on his cock. “Actually, Howard, I’m quite fond of the equipment I have right now,” he gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Howard purred into his ear, swiping his thumb over the tip of Vince’s penis.
Vince came with a whimper, rolled over on his back, and spread his legs. Howard slipped his fingers inside to make sure that Vince was still stretched and wet from their earlier lovemaking.
“I don’t think I really want to be a woman, not all the time anyway,” Vince panted as Howard probed deeply with his fingers. “These boy parts are pretty genius.” He moaned as Howard brushed the tip of his finger against his prostate. “But I might want to wear dresses more often and wear some frilly lingerie sometimes.”
“That is definitely not a deal-breaker,” Howard rumbled as he removed his fingers, lowered his pyjama trousers, and slid his cock deep inside Vince's passage. “I’ll even take you shopping in the morning, if you’d like.” Howard began to thrust.
“That’d be genius,” Vince grinned, as he wrapped his legs around Howard’s waist. “I was thinking a few little dresses, some garters and stockings, maybe a babydoll nightie with matching knickers. I could put my hair in bunches.”
Howard came embarrassingly fast. He pulled out gently and rolled over on his back next to Vince, trying to catch his breath. He reached out and took Vince’s hand, linking their fingers together. “Buy whatever clothes you want,” he panted. “Women’s clothes. Men’s clothes. I’m sure whatever clothes you buy, I’m going to want to strip them off you and shag you senseless.”
Vince looked Howard in the eye and grinned cheekily. “Such language, Howard! Don’t you mean ‘make love’ to me?”
“Howard Moon always makes love, sir. Even when he’s shagging you senseless.” Howard rolled to his side, grabbed Vince by the front of his pajama top and pulled them face-to-face so he could kiss Vince deeply. He then lay back with Vince half on top of him, Vince’s head resting on Howard’s chest. Howard stroked Vince’s hair, lulling him to sleep. He tried not to think about Vince parading around the flat in short skirts and frilly knickers, at least not until Vince was awake and ready for another shag. Glancing down at his sleeping lover, still clad in Howard’s pyjama shirt and once again sucking his thumb, Howard still had to clamp down on his libido. Vince couldn’t possibly look any sexier than he did right now. Moving his hand down Vince's back to lightly stroke his bare bottom, Howard knew he had spoken the truth. He loved Vince completely. Vince always turned him on, no matter what clothes he wore or what body parts might be underneath when the clothes were removed. As long as Vince was happy with who he was, Howard was happy, too. Satisfied with this self-realization, Howard gradually drifted off to sleep, soothed by the soft rhythmic sounds of Vince sucking his thumb.
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