On Halloween, Harry decides to live out his long-hidden desires and turns up at a party in a feminine costume, nervous about how his boyfriend Louis will react. When Louis finally stands in front of him, they both feel the attraction between them in...
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Just another smutty little OS in between. Harry came out and wanted to play 🫦
If you don't mind female terms for male anatomy during sex, then this is your story.
Happy Halloween and a lot of fun 🎃🧡
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Harry stands alone in the bedroom, the faint light of dusk filtering through the curtains as he stands in front of the large mirror. His hands tremble slightly as he looks at the dress he has carefully laid out on the chair next to the bed. It is a deep, dark red, almost blood red, with black lace decorating the hem like intricate spider webs. He feels the weight of the impending moment on his shoulders, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Today is Halloween - and it's not just any party where he wants to go. It's the night he finally dares to live out one of his most secret wishes. He wants to dress feminine, desirable and playful, but also scary, to match the dark atmosphere of the evening.
This thought has been playing a role in Harry's head for years, often suppressed but never completely gone. Today he no longer wants to hold back. Halloween offers the perfect opportunity. A costume that is more than just a disguise - it is an expression of his deep-seated longing to feel free, to show himself the way he has long wanted to.
His thoughts wander to Louis, his boyfriend, with whom he has been together for three years, who knows nothing of Harry's plan. They have both decided to go to the party separately to surprise each other with their outfits. Louis, always confident and full of self-assurance, will certainly turn up in a classic, masculine costume. Harry can almost visualise him - perhaps as a vampire, perhaps as a werewolf, something dark and masculine that suits Louis' style perfectly. But what will he think when he sees Harry? In a dress that is anything but typical for him? A mixture of excitement and uncertainty spreads through Harry's chest.
He takes a deep breath to combat the nervousness and carefully removes his everyday clothes. Piece by piece, he places them on the chair until he is finally standing naked in front of the mirror. He pauses for a moment and looks at himself. Today he is going to do something that he has long only dared to dream about. His hands glide over the black lace lingerie that he carefully pulls out of the drawer. The lace is soft, almost delicate, and yet it feels excitingly firm as he slips the underwear on. The little panties sit snugly on his hips, playful and sexy, a small act of rebellion against the otherwise strict expectations he often places on himself.
And because of that, Harry takes his time. Every movement, every touch of the fabric feels meaningful.
He sits on the bed and places the stocking over his toes, stretches out his leg, toes pointed and gently unrolls the fabric up his leg. He tries not to tug too hard to damage anything and loves as he feels the skin tight nylon material slide over his hard, smooth muscles, stretching to match his leg's shape and contours. He stops when they reach his upper thigh and makes sure the lace at the top is perfectly flat, not folded. He lifts his leg out again in front of him, runs his hand over the stocking covered leg, feeling the material over it. Harry loves the sensation and feeling of the material. It is delicate. He feels delicate.
