Love's A Game

Delivery | Dealor

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'.