Roadtrip Gay One Shots

Trophy Wife - Harplyn (!!!)

Fair warning: this is probably the dirtiest thing I have ever written, it's not for the faint of heart. 3,400 words of filth with a bit of fluff in the end.

Feminization- a type of role play that involves imposing traditionally female attributes onto a submissive male partner.

Just, if that's not your thing then don't read this, please.

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Brook is doing the dishes after having dinner with his husband. He has his apron and rubber gloves on as he scrubs the pans, plates, and silverware humming some random song. Once he is finished, he puts everything away and turns around to see Harper standing at the doorway. His tie was loosened with the first two buttons of his dress shirt undone allowing his chest hair to be shown.

"Have I every told you that you look so damn good when you are being domestic," Harper whispers. Brooklyn blushes at the compliment. "Seriously, you look pretty being a little housewife," he says walking towards his husband, "my little housewife," he emphasizes.

"Yeah?" Brooklyn asks pathetically before biting his lip.

Harper finally makes it in front of his beautiful boy, "yeah. But you know how you could look even better?" Harper asks rhetorically, "if you were in this." He holds up a tiny Victoria's Secret bag and Brooklyn flushes even more starting to feel a little hot. "I stopped by today and the nice lady asked me if I was shopping for my girlfriend and I only laughed and corrected her," he leans down to whisper in Brook's ear. "I said I was shopping for my wife."

Brook lets out a labored breath that he has been holding on to. Harper rarely gets like this, but when he does, Brook can do nothing but succumb. Harper sets the tiny bag down on the counter and Brook stares at it already seeing the pink lace.

Harper's lips start to travel up Brook's neck. "God, there was so many choices in the store: sexy, pretty, reveling, modest," Harper continues, "but I decided to choose the color that I thought best suited you." Harper's lips make it to the corner of Brook's mouth before ghosting his lips, "pink," he murmurs allowing his lips to brush over Brook's.

Brook's forest eyes shut as he breathes in the same air as Harper. Every punch Harper throws at his masculinity is deflected by his desire to submit to the blonde. Harper takes care of him and this is how he thanks him. He feels Harper's body heat disappear so he opens his eyes. "Go up stairs and put it on princess," Harper says gesturing to the bag.

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Brook puts on mascara and lip gloss because Harper tells him it makes him look pretty before giving himself a once over. The pink lace delicately lays against his hips as the color beautifully melts into his skin tone. He fingers the intricate details of the lace following the pattern of the flowers before he reaches his hardening dick. He bites his lip knowing that he looks ridiculous, but he is doing this for his love, for Harper.

He slips on one of his husband's dress shirts and doesn't even bother to button up a single button. The shirt is big enough to hang loosely from Brook's frame and just cover his ass that is hanging out from the thong. He smells the familiar cologne and it only heightens his excitement for what is about to come.

Brook steps out of the bathroom and finds Harper sitting on the edge of their bed with his feet planted on the floor. His tie is now completely undone hanging on his shoulders and his shirt is untucked, halfway unbuttoned exposing his chest. His right hand has a glass of whiskey that he is sipping lightly while the other is rubbing up and down his thigh.

Harper's blue eyes look up to the beautiful creature in front of him. "Fuck," he breathes out, "you look so fucking sexy princess."

Brook blushes at the pet name. His feels his embarrassment go straight towards his groin as he bites his lip and looks towards the ground. Harper stands up and sets his now empty glass on the bed side table. He doesn't take his eyes off of Brook. The blonde glances over every inch of the soft tanned skin, voluptuous curves, and the severe sex appeal that his husband was.