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Harringrove x Texts

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I think a part two is definitely overdue… keep an eye out

Perfect for pulling -Harringrove

‘It’ s the perfect length for me to pull while I’m fucking you.’

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“Is my hair getting too long?” Voices Steve upon his entrance into the bedroom where Billy was getting dressed for work. His hand is pulling at a long strand of the brown locks, a pout on his lips as he struggles to make a decision.

Turning on his heel, Billy wanders over with a pleased smile, sliding his fingers through Steve’s ever so soft hair. “No, my love.” He breathes, kissing Steve’s temple. “It’s perfect.”

With a squeak and a sudden shake in the knees, Steve is grasping onto Billy for dear life, his heart pounding and chest heaving. The hand Billy had twisted through his hair was tugging roughly, a stinging sensation flowing over his scalp. “Ah-“ Steve gasps out, falling into Billy’s chest with a small shudder.

“It’s the perfect length for me to pull while I’m fucking you.” Billy smirks, easing the tension of his hold before tugging roughly once more, watching as Steve completely falls upon his every command, completely gone. His eyes were fluttering, mouth slightly open just enough for Billy to see the tip of his tongue holding back from falling over his lower lip, desperate for Billy’s fingers in his mouth. Billy gives him what he wants, doesn’t even wait for him to fall apart and open his mouth wider, just pulls Steve’s head back and slips two fingers inside of Steve’s warm mouth. “You like it, don’t you?”

Steve hums as best he can around the two digits, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, swirling his tongue around the long fingers and gagging cutely when they slip down the back of his throat, arching his back off the wall.

A soft cry escapes his lips, gagging on the fingers that jab right back down, at the feeling of Billy’s teeth sinking into the skin on the side of his neck, marking it over and over again until Steve had no doubt in his mind to think that his entire neck was pink, purple and irritated. And to be honest, he could give less of a fuck.

“Don’t you?” Repeats Billy just to be a tease, voice hinting, removing his fingers from Steve’s mouth and smirking as he chases after them, whining. “Use your words now, darling.”

He rips Steve’s head back, making his scalp fucking burn, and Steve whimpers pathetically, falling back against the wall with a defeated huff. “Ye-yes.” Steve manages to stammer out, looking up at Billy with pleading eyes.

Billy arches a brow. “Yes what?”

He slips his knee between Steve’s thighs, grinning wickedly at the sound that escapes Steve’s lips, moving his leg in teasing motions that have the brunette shaking, hands grabbing onto Billy’s wrist for dear life. “Yes- yes I like it.” Grits Steve, breathing in and out deeply, shakily.

“You like what?”

Whimpering in defeat, Steve tries to stomp his foot like a child, only to moan as Billy shifts his knee directly under Steve’s crotch, pressing at the perfect firmness. Steve’s legs turn to jelly, and he tries to break away, tries to get away from the pleasure pressing against him, only to be pushed back by Billy’s chest on his own, pinning Steve’s wrists above his head and forcing their eyes to lock, grinning. “C’mon, princess. You know to use your words.”

“You’re a prick.” Steve says, but he doesn’t mean it, and Billy knows it, but that doesn’t stop him from curling his fingers through Steve’s hair once more and tugging roughly. “Ah!”

“Don’t be snappy with me.” Whispers Billy, right against Steve’s ear that has shivers running down his spine and goosebumps covering his skin. “You don’t want me leaving for work early, now do you?”

The words have Steve’s chest stuttering, and he whines, shaking his head. “N-no.”

“Then tell me what you like.”

Swallowing his pride, Steve bites his lower lip. “I- I like when.. when you use my hair has leverage to fuck me harder.” Steve breathes, having to suck in a deep breath as Billy begins to move his knee up and down at the exact pressure he knows Steve adores. “Fuck- Billy, a-ah-ah.” It comes out stuttery, all soft and high pitched. “Mm.. ngh.”

“Good boy.” Says Billy, kissing his loves temple and sliding his hand down Steve’s back, down and down until he’s right above the waistband of his boxers and dives right in. Steve’s back arches, and he sucks in a shaky breath, holding on tight to Billy’s perfect white button down shirt. “Was that so hard?”

Steve doesn’t respond, he can’t, no matter how desperate he was to try and put Billy in his place. The pleasure overtaking his body was too much for him to try and control. He leans into Billy’s touch, gasping as he feels Billy’s finger slide around his hole, still somewhat wet from being in Steve’s mouth. And then, with a gasp and a shaky whimper, all high in the back of his throat, Billy’s finger slides home inside of Steve, just slowly moving closer and closer to that spot that drives Steve insane.

“B-Billy,” whispers Steve, digging his nails into Billy’s wrists that were still holding on tightly to Steve’s own. “Fuck me- fuck me right now.”

“What makes you think I’ll do that for you?” Questions Billy, sliding in another finger and stabbing roughly at Steve’s prostate. Steve cries out, falling forward slightly, only for Billy to push him back with his knee.

“Fuck you.”

Smirking, Billy removes the fingers from Steve’s hole and takes a step back, watching as the brunette falls forward, legs shaking intensely. “Would you look at that, it’s time for me to head to work.” He sits Steve down on their bed, ripping his head back by a hand through his hair. Steve whimpers. “Be a good boy for me.”

“But-“

“No buts. No getting off until I get home, you hear me?”

“And if I do?” Asks Steve, tilting his head innocently.

“Then you’ll have to wait and see for your punishment. And it won’t be as usual. I won’t be kind.” Billy whispers, smirking coyly. “Got it?”

The words have Steve stuttering in a breath, chasing after Billy’s hands as he pulls away, heading towards the bedroom door. “Tease!” He shouts, pouting.

“Brat.”

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you amaze me and scare me. I can’t tell if I’m attracted to it or want to run away..

I’m hoping it’s the former, but I do like it when people are afraid of me.

Yeah it’s definitely both.

Good, pretty boy

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‘What are you in the mood for?’

‘World domination’

‘That’s a bit ambitious..’

‘You are my world’

‘Awww’

‘…’

‘OH!’

‘There ya go, pretty boy.’

‘You do realise I am right here?!’

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‘What do you want?’

‘I want you-‘

‘Then fucking have me!’

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*picks Max up from the family video*

‘Careful, Steve.’

‘What?’

‘You look like you’re about to fall in love.’

‘I do not- I’m not.’

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Billy: what’s up guys, I’m back

Steve: what- you can’t be here. You died. I saw you die.

Billy: death is a social construct

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Steve: this is called companionship, where we take care of each other

Billy: disgusting, never heard of it

Billy:

Billy: show me more

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“You can hug me for four to five seconds.”

“Forty five seconds?!”

“No!”

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‘It’s Steve, it’s just like… I can’t get him out of my head. And every time I look at him I get these pains in my chest, and I just know it’s his fault.’

‘Or maybe you just have a crush on him, I mean, look.’

*is once again being adorable*

‘That bitch, I do.’

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“I hate you! You’re so mean to me!”

“What was that all about?”

“I told him I loved him more.”

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“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

“You.”

“Gross! I’m out.”

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“I’m home”

“Welcome back! Do you want lunch, or … do you want me?”

“I’ll have lunch”

*grumbles*

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Harringrove VS Robin X Twitter

The kids just loosing it at school watching the whole thing go down.

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Sweet enough to eat - Harringrove

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“Oh.” Billy voices as soon as the door is pushed open. It’s endearing just how quiet he sounds.

It’s definitely a sight Billy has seen before, but not as sweet and as cuddly as this. His boyfriends hair is an absolute mess, all soft and fluffy and covering his pale skin, fresh foiled highlights lightening further under the warmth of the sun. It seems like the knocking Billy had created had only just now awoken him, the sleepy flutter of his eyes a small giveaway.

Steve’s cropped pyjama shirt hangs loosely around his limbs, covering over his small hands and holding by his thumbs as he stretches an arm up, using the other to wipe the sleep from his eyes. “Hi Bills.” He yawns, a small squeak following, but Billy is far too focused on the other males attire to hear Steve speak, his eyes doe wide and mouth agape just the slightest.

Matching shorts hug Steve’s waist, heightening against his thighs in an upward motion to show off the smallest amount of the warm skin of his butt, curved and fucking adorable. Billy can’t help but gawk at the sight, every ounce of confidence washing clean from his body, unable to mutter a single word.

“Billy..” the softness, the shyness, of Steve’s voice snaps Billy back to reality and he catches his boyfriends gaze, frowning. Steve’s head turns downward in an instant, kicking his foot and rubbing his arm. “Why.. why are you looking at me like that?”

Billy can’t seem to speak. Just continues watching the sight in front of him, his heart racing and chest fluttering with butterflies. Because Steve, beautiful, sweet, caring Steve was his. Was Billy’s. His and only his. And fuck, was he lucky.

“Fuck..” whispers Billy, blinking and licking his lips. Steve lifts his head. “You’re so beautiful.”

Chocolate button eyes widen, and Steve makes a soft whine like sound as a blush paints his cheeks a dark red, the tips of his ears colouring. “Billy, don’t say stuff like that.” Steve mumbles, ducking his head down.

“Don’t hide that face from me, pretty boy.” Billy presses a finger underneath Steve’s chin and lifts ever so slightly, smiling as his boy looks back up at him with bright eyes and even brighter cheeks. “God, you look sweet enough to eat.”

That same whine escapes from Steve’s throat and he hides his face in Billy’s chest, forcing a sound of shock from Billy’s lips. Even after all of this time, Steve was still that same, shy person who melted at Billy’s every word. Fuck. Billy thinks to himself, pressing a kiss to Steve’s head of hair. I love him so much.

“Did you just wake up?” Billy asks, reaching a hand down and pinching the bare skin of Steve’s butt just to make him squirm. “These shorts are cute.”

Steve squeaks, and pulls away, hitting Billy’s chest lightly as he laughs. “Yes.” Blushes Steve. “Robin helped me pick them out..”

Billy grins, he can’t help it. He wasn’t usually one to so easily, but since Steve, since Steve showed him what love was supposed to feel like, Billy found himself smiling and grinning any second of the day just at the sound of his boyfriends voice.

He can feel Steves wide eyes on him, then, just watching him as he laughs and grins, so fucking happy, so easily, his mouth falling open with a soft gasp as it did every time. “You’re so pretty.” Steve says, before he is blushing and hiding his face back in Billy’s chest. “Fuck- sorry- shit-“

“God, you’re adorable.” Billy chuckles, rocking them side to side. “Who knew Steve Harrington would be this much of a blushing mess?”

“Shut up.”

Billy only laughs harder.

“Are you going to come inside, or are you just gonna keep making fun of me?” Steve mumbles as he pulls away from the warm embrace, pouting as Billy ruffles his already messy hair. “Oi!”

Billy walks inside of the house without a word, snickering as Steve chases after him with soft mutters, throwing his arms around the taller males waist. “You’re a bully, Billy Hargrove.”

“And you’re still dating me, Steve Harrington.” Billy chirps back, slipping around and cupping Steve’s cheeks, placing the softest of kisses against his lips. He feels Steve melt into the kiss, his arms dropping from around Billy’s waist and coming up to hold his wrists, sighing happily.

Steve pulls away, and Billy surges for more, but the other male holds up his finger. “Kisses after coffee.”

Billy groans.

Smiling, Steve makes his way into the kitchen, flicking on the jug and getting out two cups. Billy follows after him like a lost puppy, taking a seat at the counter and watching as Steve makes them a coffee and some food, swaying his hips as he does so.

“You know,” Says Billy, catching Steve’s attention. “You should wear that more often.”

“Shut up.” Steve fires back, pouting and throwing a piece of bread at Billy’s face, but can’t seem to hide the smile the words tug at the corners of his lips.

Billy holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, I’d happily watch you do quite literally anything if you wore that. You look.. too good to be true.”

Steve doesn’t say a word, but Billy knows what he was thinking. He doesn’t even have to look at Steve’s face to know. He just did.

“You’re beautiful, Harrington.” He breathes, sliding off of his seat and placing his hands on Steve’s hips, pressing his chest against his back and holding him close. Steve shivers. “Sweet as sugar.”

“Billy..” Steve warns, but his voice cracks with soft desire.

Billy smiles against his neck. “I want to kiss every part of you, show you just how beautiful you are.”

Dropping the spoon into the sink, Steve discards the cups of coffees and surges into Billys space, kissing his lips with a new sense of desperation. Billy falls into it with ease, holding Steve closer and closer until no space could be found between their bodies, his hands roaming underneath the striped shirt hanging from Steve’s shoulders. “Please.” Steve breathes between their lips, before closing the space once more, whining into Billy’s mouth. “Please do.”

And Billy does. Carries Steve all the way to his bedroom, lays him down on his bed and kisses every single inch of skin that he could. It wasn’t sexual, it wasn’t heavy breaths and moans for more. It was soft. Sensual. Full of love and stuttering words, Steve’s chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes fluttered closed as he takes in every kiss, every soft mumble of “beautiful. So fucking beautiful, my love.”

I love you

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*steve about Billy*

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*is being cute*

‘That’s fucking it, I’m killing him.’

“Or you can man up and ask him out?”

“Killing is easier.”