Know who I’d like to talk filth about? Isaac and Boyd.. maybe Boyd likes to dress Isaac up – not in pastels, but in dark colors, reds and purples, tight little lace panties that hide absolutely nothing. maybe he puts him in a high cut, low neck dress out dancing or to dinner that way..

someone really loves Isaac and I’m totes on board with that :O

ffffuuuuck can you even imagine Boyd in a sharp, black suit with Isaac dolled up on his arm. Omg I bet he’d look so dangerous and good, people would just have these huge fear boners.

I need Isaac to be so shy the whole evening. But nobody calls him out on being basically a dude in drag. And Boyd will corner him in the alley next to the restaurant after they’re filled with good food and tipsy and sweaty from dancing. Will shove his big hand beneath Isaac’s skirt and drag fingertips across his little cock where the smooth, plump head is peeking above the waistband of his panties.

“They thought you were the prettiest lady in there,” he purrs, other hand going to Isaac’s chest, “Just thought your tits were a little flat. But I love your small tits, baby. C’mon show ‘em to me…”

And he half-peels Isaac out of his dress right there in the alleyway. Watches how the deep purple fabric is hugging his body; making his nipples look obscenely pale just before he sucks them into his mouth.

Thumb rubbing slow, excruciating circles around the head of Isaac’s cocklett until Isaac is clawing at his sharp suit and basically trying to climb him because he has no idea what to do. He’s gonna explode if he’s not allowed to make any noise soon. And he can’t because they’re in a fucking alley with people walking past just a couple meters away from them.

He needs to come and he needs to scream Boyd’s name while doing it. He needs Boyd’s teeth biting his little tits and his big hand fondling his smooth, downy balls to orgasm.

“Home, home, home, please,” Isaac whimpers, helplessly scratching at the back of Boyd’s head and fisting the other hand in his suit jacket.

“We’ll go home. Right after… this.” And Boyd presses down on his cock just beneath the head; mean and sharp and startling an orgasm out of Isaac who can only stare at him with a mouth dropped open in a silly expression, eyes bugging out as he ruts out thin strings of cum; smearing his dress from the inside.

Boyd’ll smooth his skirt down and push the straps of back up and make sure Isaac is fully clothed again because Isaac is too come-dumb to notice anything, really.

Too out of it from that sharp, wonderful orgasm, to even realize how Boyd parades him through half the town with a wet stain on the front of his dark dress.