Roy/Wally Maid Outfit!
Summary: Wally ends up in a maid outfit. He and Roy do dirty things together.
Pairing: Roy/Wally
Based off of a prompt on yj and on this art fill -
http://missanonymouss.livejournal.com/2317.html
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By the time Wally realizes that there’s a conversation going on his fate is already sealed. A few statements from Artemis that get him all defensive, a puppy dog look from M’gann and a carefully blank look from his esteemed leader Kaldur that Wally recognizes from the one and only time he ever tried pranking the older boy (or more specifically when the evil, evil Atlantean had gotten him back for his attempted prank) and Wally finds himself in maid outfit.
M’gann squeels. “Wally you look so cute!”
“No,” says Artemis, “he needs one with big sleeves. It’ll look better.”
Kaldur oh so innocently pulls a different dress out of the pile (M’gann has been shopping in a lot of store sense she got to earth and judging by the clothes in that pile more than one of them require customers to be eighteen or older) and Artemis is on it in a second.
And so Wally finds himself in another maid outfit with a bow at his neck, puffs at his shoulders, cuffs at his wrists and a skirt so short that it almost showed off the dimples of his ass.
Then they put him in black thigh high stockings and a pair of high heels that looked ridiculously dainty on his feet. Not to mention being a bitch to walk in.
Wally tugs down at the bottom of his dress. “You guys! This isn’t funny! Stop!”
Kaldur’s voice is melodic and sweet. Kaldur is evil. “Red Arrow, my friend, you have arrived.
Wally looks to the side to find Roy staring at him slack jawed and silent. “Holy crap! Roy! This isn’t what it looks like! I…uh…I LOST A BET!”
It doesn’t, apparently, take Roy long to get over his shock. Three strides crossed the room and in one quick motion Wally is thrown over Roy’s shoulder. “Come on Little Miss Muppet, let’s get you out of this costume.”
Wally lets out an undignified screech hands fisting into the material of Roy’s shirt. Artemis can be heard laughing back in the common room. He swallows heavily and tries not to concentrate on Roy’s hand resting on one of his stocking covered thighs as he’s carried out in a fireman’s carry. A blush rushes over his body. Obviously Roy meant getting him into regular clothes and not the downright dirty thoughts that are running through Wally’s head.
Roy stops and pulls him back down off of his shoulder one hand catching Wally on the small of his back as he stumbles for balance in his heels. Wally bringst his own hand up for balance landing on Roy’s chest and sending a spark through Wally like a completed a circuit.
“What,” his mouth is dry, he swallows thickly, “what was that for?”
“You looked like you needed to be,” Roy’s eyes travel down Wally’s body and slowly back up, tracing the lines of his legs, hovering over the edge of his barely there skirt, hugging the outline of his chest. His gaze stops for a second at Wally’s neck where the thin green ribbon, picked out to match his eyes, ties in a bow in front of his bobbing adams apple. Ravished. “Rescued.” he finishes, meeting Wally’s gaze with the lenses of his mask.
Wally goes to move. To stand up straight, to step away, something, and his heels, the damn heels again, wibble and wobble and send Wally down.
Roy catches him.
“Fuck.” Wally thinks that might have been him, because he’s pressed up against Roy’s body, breathing onto the line of his clavicle, caught between the warring sensations of his hardening dick against Roy’s thigh and Roy’s hand where it slipped down to hug the curve of his ass. Accept Roy’s hand clenches against his ass rocking his body forward and “Unh!” that was him with a choked of little noise and his mouth bites down and “Fuck, Wally,” that low rumbling noise is bubbling out of Roy’s chest, “do you have any idea how hard I have to work to keep my hands off you? Do you have any idea what seeing you like this does to me?”
Wally can feel his hair move under Roy’s breath, the light sensation of his lips pressing down. “Please,” he gasps, “Please, your hands, I need your hands.” Don’t keep them to yourself, he thinks.
Roy slips his other hand under Wally’s ass and lifts him up into the air. He wraps his legs around him in response and arches up, hands finding Roy’s broad shoulders and neck bared before his eyes. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”
Wally thinks. He remembers dreams of strong hands and flashes of red hair. He remembers fantasies, his own hand wrapped around his cock stroking, visions of Speedy, of Red arrow, of Roy behind his fluttering eyelids. He remembers tentatively touching behind his balls, letting his fingers explore around and then inside, of coming at the idea of them being Roy’s fingers, Roy’s dick.
“Yes. Please, touch me.”
Wally’s room at Mount Justice is close. This is an incredibly good thing. This is something that Wally appreciates. This is
Roy pushes Wally against the wall right inside his doorway and brings their mouths together for a kiss, his large hands once again kneading at Wally’s ass.
Amazing. Intense. Hot.
Wally’s hand scrambles up the side of Roy’s face and rubs along the contours of his mask. Feels the slight prickle of shaved skin on his chin, rough on top of a velvet smooth. “Take it off.”
Roy pushes forward with his hips in a deliciously slow motion until Wally is held up by the pressure. He reaches into one of his pocket and pulls out the solvent quickly using it to take off his mask revealing dark blue eyes.
There is a pause for a moment as they both took each other in breathing heavily into the air between them.
“I think it’s your turn next.”
Wally moans, “God, yes.”
Roy’s lips twist up at the corners, “You can call me Roy.”
They move to Wally’s bed and Roy drops him onto it with a laugh, Wally’s skirt puffing out with the motion. Wally scoots back on the bed finally kicking off his heels. He wriggles his stocking covered feet in the air only for one of them to be captured by Roy’s hand. It slithers up the curve of his leg and comes to rest on his inner thigh rubbing the place where fabric meets flesh.
“Turn over.” Wally starts turning around and the hand slips higher, trailing along his skin and pushing his skirt up in one move. Roy chuckles a little at the sight. He crawls forward onto the bed until he’s kneeling over Wally. He brings his knee up and pushes it firmly between Wally’s cheeks. “Underwear too? They really went all out on you, huh Wally?” Roy’s voice is a deep rumble that vibrates across Wally’s bones and he jerks his hips back in response, riding up and then down Roy’s knee, bringing just a taste of friction. His breath comes out in tiny little gasps of air and noise.
Roy takes his right hand, the one not supporting his weight, and grabs onto Wally’s hips guiding them through the next grind, and the next, pushing down on his ass to increase the friction. Wally rubs himself down again and his panties catch on Roy’s thigh holster freeing his erection of the satiny material to rub against the rough fabric of Roy’s costume. He groans into his pillow eyes closing tight in pleasure and Roy’s hand fists his underwear in a tight grip and the material tears the noise unreasonably loud in the heated room.
Wally pauses, breath heavy, and looks over his shoulder “Did you just rip my underwear?”
Roy’s hand glides across the now exposed turn of Wally’s ass. He smirks. “Maybe? At least they weren’t Flash ones.” Wally shivers and silently concedes the point. He twists around so that he’s on his back looking up at Roy settled between his legs. It takes next to no time for Wally to reach up and unzip Roy’s top leaving his chest exposed to greedy hands.
Roy leans down covering Wally’s body with his own and engages in thorough kiss plunging his tongue in at Wally’s moan. He reaches down under the cover of the kiss and pulls at the ripped underwear completely destroying them and discarding the remains off to the side. Wally’s hands have wondered underneath his vest and around to his back and scrape across his skin.
The bow for Wally’s apron, tied at his back, has come undone and the slips over Wally’s head with ease. They barely break their kiss to let it pass between them. With the apron removed the dress is revealed to button all the way from top to bottom and Roy squeezes a hand between them to start flicking them apart a few buttons popping off in the process. When the last button is gone, Wally’s hips chasing after his hand as it pulls away, Roy pulls back and takes in the sight in front of him. Wally is spread out on the bed, slim tight body revealed between the ruffles of his open dress, erections flush and leaking and his legs still clad in black thigh high stockings.
Roy reaches into one of his pockets and brings out a small bottle and a foil packet and sets them on Wally’s stomach. He looks into Wally’s eyes. “Is this what you want to do?”
“Fuck,” and this time it is Wally, voice light and desperate, “Fuck, yes.”
Roy smirks and grabs the items back into his hands. “Well, in that case,” he moves farther down Wally’s body and spreads his legs, bending them back to give himself more room. He spreads the lubricant from the bottle over his fingers and rubs them over Wally’s hole. He pushes one finger in, working it in and out, and then two. Wally twists at the sensation, at the feeling of Roy’s fingers, of the gloves that he’s still wearing when he pushes his fingers as far as he can. It’s too much and his third finger stretching him out comes with a bite of pain. At least for a second before Roy’s other hand steadies his erection and he wraps his lips around the head of his dick tracing his tongue along the bottom.
Wally’s head falls back from the pleasure, one of his hands fisting into his sheets. Roy’s head bobs up and down working him into a frenzy and he’s almost forgotten about the fingers stretching him open when they hit a spot inside of him that set off fireworks of pleasure that race through Wally’s body. He throws an arm over his eyes and screams breathing torn from his body in sobs. His riding down onto Roy’s fingers and up into his mouth and the pleasure is building inside him, waiting and waiting for that bit that will send him over the edge.
The fingers pull away leaving Wally stretched open and empty and soon after Roy pulls away from him entirely, the sound of ripping once again filling the room. Roy’s pants are pulled around his knees and he lines himself up with Wally’s entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, groan by groan, until he’s fully seated and leans forward moving the arm still thrown across Wally’s face. Wally’s panting, his eyes still closed against the pleasure.
His voice is barely above a whisper, almost drowned out by the thudding of their own hearts. “Don’t hide Wally. Let me see your face.”
Their hands clasped together and Roy leans his head down so it rests on them, trapped between their foreheads. Wally’s eyes open and meet Roy’s and for a moment they just breathe each other air.
Roy moves, sliding out slowly and snapping his hips forward, slow and quick, Wally’s body moving to meet his rhythm without any conscious thought, erection caught between their bodies, teased with every movement. The pressure builds and soon Wally’s crying Roy’s name with every thrust, angling his hips to get more, to get deeper.
Roy thrusts in, the hand not interlocked with Wally’s lifting his hips slightly for a different angle, just the right angle and sparks fly in Wally’s vision. He thrusts again, once more, twice more, each sensation riding on the edge of the last like a tsunami and Wally comes, semen slicking their chests, eyes fluttering erratically, muscles spasming and contracting around Roy’s length.
Wally rides through his orgasm and Roy’s still going, rhythm faster and harsher, breath an audible sound next to Wally’s ears. His hand grips Wally’s hips hard and he rolls his hips, hitting Wally’s prostate on every other thrust overloading Wally’s body with pleasure until he’s screaming if not for his lack of breath. His body start to shake, every muscle taught with pleasure, every nerve ending alive, until the shaking builds into a low vibration that spreads and takes the away the last of Roy’s restraint. He comes, biting down where Wally’s shoulder and neck meet as his hips give a few last erratic thrusts.
He pulls out taking off the condom, tying it off and letting it fall next to the discarded panties. He flips the two of them over so Wally is resting on his chest and closes his eyes hand resting on the small of Wally’s back.
“Well, that was fun. We should do that again sometime.”
“Mhmmm.”
“Except maybe next time you can wear the dress?”
Pairing: Roy/Wally
Based off of a prompt on yj and on this art fill -
http://missanonymouss.livejournal.com/2317.html
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By the time Wally realizes that there’s a conversation going on his fate is already sealed. A few statements from Artemis that get him all defensive, a puppy dog look from M’gann and a carefully blank look from his esteemed leader Kaldur that Wally recognizes from the one and only time he ever tried pranking the older boy (or more specifically when the evil, evil Atlantean had gotten him back for his attempted prank) and Wally finds himself in maid outfit.
M’gann squeels. “Wally you look so cute!”
“No,” says Artemis, “he needs one with big sleeves. It’ll look better.”
Kaldur oh so innocently pulls a different dress out of the pile (M’gann has been shopping in a lot of store sense she got to earth and judging by the clothes in that pile more than one of them require customers to be eighteen or older) and Artemis is on it in a second.
And so Wally finds himself in another maid outfit with a bow at his neck, puffs at his shoulders, cuffs at his wrists and a skirt so short that it almost showed off the dimples of his ass.
Then they put him in black thigh high stockings and a pair of high heels that looked ridiculously dainty on his feet. Not to mention being a bitch to walk in.
Wally tugs down at the bottom of his dress. “You guys! This isn’t funny! Stop!”
Kaldur’s voice is melodic and sweet. Kaldur is evil. “Red Arrow, my friend, you have arrived.
Wally looks to the side to find Roy staring at him slack jawed and silent. “Holy crap! Roy! This isn’t what it looks like! I…uh…I LOST A BET!”
It doesn’t, apparently, take Roy long to get over his shock. Three strides crossed the room and in one quick motion Wally is thrown over Roy’s shoulder. “Come on Little Miss Muppet, let’s get you out of this costume.”
Wally lets out an undignified screech hands fisting into the material of Roy’s shirt. Artemis can be heard laughing back in the common room. He swallows heavily and tries not to concentrate on Roy’s hand resting on one of his stocking covered thighs as he’s carried out in a fireman’s carry. A blush rushes over his body. Obviously Roy meant getting him into regular clothes and not the downright dirty thoughts that are running through Wally’s head.
Roy stops and pulls him back down off of his shoulder one hand catching Wally on the small of his back as he stumbles for balance in his heels. Wally bringst his own hand up for balance landing on Roy’s chest and sending a spark through Wally like a completed a circuit.
“What,” his mouth is dry, he swallows thickly, “what was that for?”
“You looked like you needed to be,” Roy’s eyes travel down Wally’s body and slowly back up, tracing the lines of his legs, hovering over the edge of his barely there skirt, hugging the outline of his chest. His gaze stops for a second at Wally’s neck where the thin green ribbon, picked out to match his eyes, ties in a bow in front of his bobbing adams apple. Ravished. “Rescued.” he finishes, meeting Wally’s gaze with the lenses of his mask.
Wally goes to move. To stand up straight, to step away, something, and his heels, the damn heels again, wibble and wobble and send Wally down.
Roy catches him.
“Fuck.” Wally thinks that might have been him, because he’s pressed up against Roy’s body, breathing onto the line of his clavicle, caught between the warring sensations of his hardening dick against Roy’s thigh and Roy’s hand where it slipped down to hug the curve of his ass. Accept Roy’s hand clenches against his ass rocking his body forward and “Unh!” that was him with a choked of little noise and his mouth bites down and “Fuck, Wally,” that low rumbling noise is bubbling out of Roy’s chest, “do you have any idea how hard I have to work to keep my hands off you? Do you have any idea what seeing you like this does to me?”
Wally can feel his hair move under Roy’s breath, the light sensation of his lips pressing down. “Please,” he gasps, “Please, your hands, I need your hands.” Don’t keep them to yourself, he thinks.
Roy slips his other hand under Wally’s ass and lifts him up into the air. He wraps his legs around him in response and arches up, hands finding Roy’s broad shoulders and neck bared before his eyes. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”
Wally thinks. He remembers dreams of strong hands and flashes of red hair. He remembers fantasies, his own hand wrapped around his cock stroking, visions of Speedy, of Red arrow, of Roy behind his fluttering eyelids. He remembers tentatively touching behind his balls, letting his fingers explore around and then inside, of coming at the idea of them being Roy’s fingers, Roy’s dick.
“Yes. Please, touch me.”
Wally’s room at Mount Justice is close. This is an incredibly good thing. This is something that Wally appreciates. This is
Roy pushes Wally against the wall right inside his doorway and brings their mouths together for a kiss, his large hands once again kneading at Wally’s ass.
Amazing. Intense. Hot.
Wally’s hand scrambles up the side of Roy’s face and rubs along the contours of his mask. Feels the slight prickle of shaved skin on his chin, rough on top of a velvet smooth. “Take it off.”
Roy pushes forward with his hips in a deliciously slow motion until Wally is held up by the pressure. He reaches into one of his pocket and pulls out the solvent quickly using it to take off his mask revealing dark blue eyes.
There is a pause for a moment as they both took each other in breathing heavily into the air between them.
“I think it’s your turn next.”
Wally moans, “God, yes.”
Roy’s lips twist up at the corners, “You can call me Roy.”
They move to Wally’s bed and Roy drops him onto it with a laugh, Wally’s skirt puffing out with the motion. Wally scoots back on the bed finally kicking off his heels. He wriggles his stocking covered feet in the air only for one of them to be captured by Roy’s hand. It slithers up the curve of his leg and comes to rest on his inner thigh rubbing the place where fabric meets flesh.
“Turn over.” Wally starts turning around and the hand slips higher, trailing along his skin and pushing his skirt up in one move. Roy chuckles a little at the sight. He crawls forward onto the bed until he’s kneeling over Wally. He brings his knee up and pushes it firmly between Wally’s cheeks. “Underwear too? They really went all out on you, huh Wally?” Roy’s voice is a deep rumble that vibrates across Wally’s bones and he jerks his hips back in response, riding up and then down Roy’s knee, bringing just a taste of friction. His breath comes out in tiny little gasps of air and noise.
Roy takes his right hand, the one not supporting his weight, and grabs onto Wally’s hips guiding them through the next grind, and the next, pushing down on his ass to increase the friction. Wally rubs himself down again and his panties catch on Roy’s thigh holster freeing his erection of the satiny material to rub against the rough fabric of Roy’s costume. He groans into his pillow eyes closing tight in pleasure and Roy’s hand fists his underwear in a tight grip and the material tears the noise unreasonably loud in the heated room.
Wally pauses, breath heavy, and looks over his shoulder “Did you just rip my underwear?”
Roy’s hand glides across the now exposed turn of Wally’s ass. He smirks. “Maybe? At least they weren’t Flash ones.” Wally shivers and silently concedes the point. He twists around so that he’s on his back looking up at Roy settled between his legs. It takes next to no time for Wally to reach up and unzip Roy’s top leaving his chest exposed to greedy hands.
Roy leans down covering Wally’s body with his own and engages in thorough kiss plunging his tongue in at Wally’s moan. He reaches down under the cover of the kiss and pulls at the ripped underwear completely destroying them and discarding the remains off to the side. Wally’s hands have wondered underneath his vest and around to his back and scrape across his skin.
The bow for Wally’s apron, tied at his back, has come undone and the slips over Wally’s head with ease. They barely break their kiss to let it pass between them. With the apron removed the dress is revealed to button all the way from top to bottom and Roy squeezes a hand between them to start flicking them apart a few buttons popping off in the process. When the last button is gone, Wally’s hips chasing after his hand as it pulls away, Roy pulls back and takes in the sight in front of him. Wally is spread out on the bed, slim tight body revealed between the ruffles of his open dress, erections flush and leaking and his legs still clad in black thigh high stockings.
Roy reaches into one of his pockets and brings out a small bottle and a foil packet and sets them on Wally’s stomach. He looks into Wally’s eyes. “Is this what you want to do?”
“Fuck,” and this time it is Wally, voice light and desperate, “Fuck, yes.”
Roy smirks and grabs the items back into his hands. “Well, in that case,” he moves farther down Wally’s body and spreads his legs, bending them back to give himself more room. He spreads the lubricant from the bottle over his fingers and rubs them over Wally’s hole. He pushes one finger in, working it in and out, and then two. Wally twists at the sensation, at the feeling of Roy’s fingers, of the gloves that he’s still wearing when he pushes his fingers as far as he can. It’s too much and his third finger stretching him out comes with a bite of pain. At least for a second before Roy’s other hand steadies his erection and he wraps his lips around the head of his dick tracing his tongue along the bottom.
Wally’s head falls back from the pleasure, one of his hands fisting into his sheets. Roy’s head bobs up and down working him into a frenzy and he’s almost forgotten about the fingers stretching him open when they hit a spot inside of him that set off fireworks of pleasure that race through Wally’s body. He throws an arm over his eyes and screams breathing torn from his body in sobs. His riding down onto Roy’s fingers and up into his mouth and the pleasure is building inside him, waiting and waiting for that bit that will send him over the edge.
The fingers pull away leaving Wally stretched open and empty and soon after Roy pulls away from him entirely, the sound of ripping once again filling the room. Roy’s pants are pulled around his knees and he lines himself up with Wally’s entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, groan by groan, until he’s fully seated and leans forward moving the arm still thrown across Wally’s face. Wally’s panting, his eyes still closed against the pleasure.
His voice is barely above a whisper, almost drowned out by the thudding of their own hearts. “Don’t hide Wally. Let me see your face.”
Their hands clasped together and Roy leans his head down so it rests on them, trapped between their foreheads. Wally’s eyes open and meet Roy’s and for a moment they just breathe each other air.
Roy moves, sliding out slowly and snapping his hips forward, slow and quick, Wally’s body moving to meet his rhythm without any conscious thought, erection caught between their bodies, teased with every movement. The pressure builds and soon Wally’s crying Roy’s name with every thrust, angling his hips to get more, to get deeper.
Roy thrusts in, the hand not interlocked with Wally’s lifting his hips slightly for a different angle, just the right angle and sparks fly in Wally’s vision. He thrusts again, once more, twice more, each sensation riding on the edge of the last like a tsunami and Wally comes, semen slicking their chests, eyes fluttering erratically, muscles spasming and contracting around Roy’s length.
Wally rides through his orgasm and Roy’s still going, rhythm faster and harsher, breath an audible sound next to Wally’s ears. His hand grips Wally’s hips hard and he rolls his hips, hitting Wally’s prostate on every other thrust overloading Wally’s body with pleasure until he’s screaming if not for his lack of breath. His body start to shake, every muscle taught with pleasure, every nerve ending alive, until the shaking builds into a low vibration that spreads and takes the away the last of Roy’s restraint. He comes, biting down where Wally’s shoulder and neck meet as his hips give a few last erratic thrusts.
He pulls out taking off the condom, tying it off and letting it fall next to the discarded panties. He flips the two of them over so Wally is resting on his chest and closes his eyes hand resting on the small of Wally’s back.
“Well, that was fun. We should do that again sometime.”
“Mhmmm.”
“Except maybe next time you can wear the dress?”