into the light

}[>the bathroom<]{

robert sat on the closed lid of the toilet with his head tilted back, eyes shut, face relaxed. steven held his head in place with a carefully placed hand under the soft edge of his jaw as he gently swiped a makeup sponge over the soft expanse of robert's face, coating his freshly shaved cheeks in a layer of pale foundation. he let out a low hum of satisfaction as steven worked the small sponge down, over his chin, through the cleft and then back up again to coat his nose, then his forehead. he dabbed the liquid all over until it settled into an even coat of almost deathly white. the shade was much too pale, but in an odd way it still suited him.

steven turned robert's head slightly towards the light to get a better look at his work, which he admired, gleaming with silent pride. in this moment robert was dressed fully in severins own clothes, in an outfit carefully curated by steven himself. robert's body was much broader than his own, meaning his shoulders and hips bulged within the confines of the shirt and trousers, but his stomach looked exceptionally delicious with the way it protruded beneath the tight waistband—- so delicious in fact that it didn't even matter to steven that he might stretch his clothes out.

it was a real treat to see robert wearing something decent for once, and the process of dressing robert itself was so sensual it almost made his head spin. after carefully doing each button on his shirt, heaving the trousers over robert's fleshy hips and arse, zipping up his fly, and draping an old studded belt around his belly, he spun robert around to fasten a handful of necklaces around his neck. as he did this, steven pressed his groin against him from behind. he gently breathed against the back of robert's neck, flicking his tongue out every few seconds, which made the guitarist giggle and squirm against him as a result. once each clasp was secure, he fixed the shirt's collar and pressed a long wet kiss to robert's bowed neck. a faint noise of want escaped his throat, and steven pulled back to fluff robert's hair out, making his finishing touches.

steven absolutely adored dressing robert up, even more so when he was dressing robert up in his own clothes. when he was left to his own devices, robert's sense of fashion was truly questionable— but in recent days, and with steven's influence, he had certainly improved. for example, his sequined pinstripes and those gorgeous leather trousers were more than approved of by steven. in choosing robert's outfits, steven found that it was the control it gave him that drove him wild. to work each zip and button closed with no resistance whatsoever, to straighten robert's collar, to accessorise him almost as though he were a doll, steven found it all to be so absurdly arousing he practically could have thrown robert onto the bed and ravaged him right there.

once steven had robert all dressed up it was easy enough to talk him into getting handcuffed right there in the bedroom mirror. robert didn't protest, he nodded sweetly in a drunken agreement of consent, sighed, and stared back at himself, doped up and dozy with drooping eyes and a sleepy smile.

'ah! it's nice...' robert mumbled as steven held his wrists in his hands and locked the cold metal cuffs around them. robert hissed at the immediate chill and once they were locked in place, he twined his wrists momentarily, but within seconds they stilled. steven threaded his hands around robert's waist and squeezed his belly. resting his face on his shoulder, he looked straight into robert's eyes in their reflection, pressing his erection even deeper against the back of robert's plump thigh before he offered to complete the final step of his little makeover.

'you like that don't you?' he mumbled, rifling through his makeup stash in search of his setting powder.

'mmh' robert hummed in response with a slight nod, fidgeting with his feet.

'well that's good, your face was made for it robert' he replied, coating his words in a near saccharine tenderness 'already you look so gorgeous... just imagine yourself properly tarted up'