PCE - 235

[chargedrawn]

Private Billy Hargrove extra content friends only sideblog to dealtgod

Heavily mature themes. DNI if under 21 years of age.

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whatever at least I give good head

[lovedfoolish]

steve  was  open,  welcoming  billy  to  the  harbor  of  his  body.  he  cradled  billy's  heaviness  with  a  content  sigh.  reached  out  to  bring  him  closer  and  kiss  the  places  on  his  face  and  over  on  his  curved  shoulder  as  his  hands  moved  over  him.  petting  him,  stroking  his  slick  skin  and  massaging  his  tight  muscles.  oh,  stevie,  baby.  plain  words  that  spoke  volumes.  heavy  words  like  billy's  body  on  top  of  his.  they  were  honey  dripping  into  steve's  ears,  and  he  welcomed  their  sweet,  comforting  flavor.  the  movement  from  billy's  cock  tickled  the  hairs  of  his  happy  trail,  and  a  warmth  broke  out  in  the  depths  of  his  stomach.  steve  combed  the  curls  framing  the  sides  of  billy's  face  and  followed  their  curved  strands  down  until  his  fingers  returned  to  billy's  hot,  sweaty  skin.  he  kissed  billy  back,  no  tongue.  although  he  longed  to  dart  his  throbbing  muscle  into  billy's  wet  heat.  delve  in  to  capture  the  taste  of  billy's  hot  mouth,  but  steve  tampered  his  impulse.  he  wanted  to  bask  in  this  gentle  exploration.  “  love  you  here.  love  you  on  top  of  me,  loving  me.  love  me,  baby.  love  me  all  over.  i  need  you.  ” 

he  groaned  wantonly  into  billy's  kiss.  giving  him  everything  he  longed  for.  his  taste  and  the  pressure  of  his  firm  caress.  steve  felt  claimed  by  him,  held  by  him.  he  gasped  when  billy  sucked  his  bottom  lip  and  peaked  his  eyes  open  to  watch  billy's  gorgeous  face  as  he  feasted  on  him.  those  blue  eyes.  it  was  easy  to  fall  into  a  pair  of  pooling  blue  lava,  all  smoldering  and  hard  to  escape  from.  steve  heard  the  girls  fall  over  themselves  giggling  over  billy's  blue  eyes.  to  steve,  they  were  cool.  not  hot  and  captivating  in  their  gaze.  billy's  eyes  had  the  ability  to  hold  steve  like  a  light  in  the  darkness.  they  sheltered  him  in  their  embrace.  peeling  back  the  layers  he  tried  to  hide  beneath  his  popular  persona  and  know-how.  they  sought  out  his  doubts  and  silently  assured  him  he  was  wrong  about  himself  when  it  came  to  being…  enough.  steve's  breath  quaked  in  his  chest  and  his  body  vibrated  from  the  deep  swell  of  emotion.  steve  nodded  shakily  at  billy's  answer.  “  please,  billy.  yeah,  baby.  do  it.  i  want  you  to  love  me.  ”  he  never  had  to  convince  billy  to  love  him  for  who  he  was  like  he  tried  to  do  with  other  people's  view  of  him.  an  act  he  put  on  to  appear  cool  and  aloof.  billy  didn't  want  all  that.  he  didn't  need  it.  it  was  steve  that  pushed  him  away.  he  didn't  have  to  ask  billy  to  love  him  for  himself.  he  only  had  to  let  him  do  it. 

steve  opened  himself,  wiggling  underneath  billy  on  the  bed.  his  hands  kept  their  petting  over  billy's  arms  and  back.  encouraging  him  to  learn  every  inch  of  his  body.  “  you  make  me  feel  so  good,  billy.  doing  this,  just  this…  you  see  me  like  no  one  else,  angel.  thank  you  for  seeing  me  even  when  i  didn't  want  to  see  it  myself.  god,  i  love  you.  ”  steve  shook  bodily  from  billy's  treatment  of  his  neck.  the  warmth  and  wet  of  his  tongue  bathing  his  skin  and  tracing  his  jugular  had  him  purring,  low  and  long  with  pleasure  tickling  all  throughout  his  insides.  his  breathing  sputtered  with  every  shift  of  billy's  focus  on  the  places  of  his  neck.  reaching  to  cradle  the  back  of  billy's  head,  he  threaded  his  fingers  through  his  blonde  head  and  scratched  softly  in  approval.  “  yeah,  baby.  love  it  when  you  kiss  me  there…  it's  got  me—so  hot!  ”  his  sweat  poured  from  the  back  of  his  neck  and  his  lower  back  as  he  squirmed  beneath  billy's  attention.  “  oh,  go—god!  ”  steve  arched  his  back,  moving  closer  to  billy's  explorative  touch.  when  he  kissed  his  nipple,  steve's  cock  stirred.  his  balls  grew  heavy  and  yearning  to  be  touched  the  way  that  part  of  his  body  was  getting.  steve's  hips  thrust  against  billy's,  seeking  out  the  friction  to  calm  his  jealous  area.  steve  could  hear  and  feel  his  own  heartbeat  everywhere.  in  his  eardrums,  bursting  through  his  hairy  chest  and  down  to  his  most  wanton  place,  pulsing  in  the  rising  heat  of  his  genitals.  “  feels  so  good,  baby.  don't  stop.  please,  fuck,  don't  stop.  i  need  you.  need  you  loving  me  some  more,  billy  angel!  ” 

[chargedrawn]

Steve's blooming under Billy, stretched out, body shivering with pleasure. Pleasure he feels from Billy. On top of him, caressing him, loving him. And Billy's heart swells at Steve's content sigh, all from his weight on him. The sweetest song to his ears is his boyfriend's contented sigh. Heat coils deep inside Billy, and it's like Steve is home and Billy is the hearth, and he's keeping his baby warm, forever. "You're so beautiful, Steve, you know that?" The question comes as he caresses a finger along Steve's cheek, mapping out the moles there. "I'm lookin' at you, and I see your heart, baby. You're so full of heart. Gonna love you all over. Love you till you know how beautiful you are."

Billy swallows Steve's groan with fervor, wrapping his lips around Steve's tongue, suckling there. Seals it with that nip to his lower lip, grinning wide at the gasp it elicits from his boyfriend. He opens his eyes then, slow, half-lidded, soft. Soft blue. A gentle gaze, a deep gaze, deeper than any kiss Billy could give. Deeper than Billy could bury himself into Steve. His hands come up and frame his boyfriend's face. Holds him there, in his hands, with his gaze. And then, something. Something only for Steve. A smile that reaches his eyes, the kind that brings out little lines at the edges. And his eyes, a sparkling blue. A loving blue. One that sees and loves Steve, Steve, Steve. All of him, even his doubts, though Billy's eyes wash those away gently, looks into Steve's deep brown eyes, sees Steve's soul and says with his eyes: you are enough.

"I love you, Stevie, baby. My Stevie. You've got my love always, you know that?" The sparkle in his eyes reaches the rest of his face, and Billy sets a gentle pace, stroking back the wayward locks of Steve's hair away from his face. "Y'don't need t'thank me, baby. Never need t'thank me for somethin' you deserve t'feel every day. Seein' you. The real you. I love you. Every inch of you."

Billy's humming, vibrating, flushing, and running hot, so hot under Steve's pleasured moans of encouragement. Feels the desperate rock of his boyfriend's hips, needy and full of want. And Billy's hardened dick twitches in answer against Steve's body, leaking precum onto his skin as he ruts into him eagerly. "Not stoppin' baby, just gettin' started. Gonna take my sweet time with you, lovin' you right. So you feel me all over, baby. Feel how you get me hard just by lookin' at your beautiful body." He's leaving heated, breathy kisses down Steve's stomach, both hands now coming to anchor on his hips. Fingers press in, and Billy finds the soft spot of Steve's lower belly, suckles there, sinks his teeth into his skin-- playful, encouraging nips. Billy's moaning, breathing in Steve's scent, draws soothing circles over the offending nip with his tongue. Finds the V of Steve's hips, buries his face there. Peppers kisses before his tongue comes out, flat, and traces the line from the base of Steve's hip, upward. Dutifully, Billy lifts his head, gives kisses to the tip Steve's cock. Finds anchor along the other V line, smiles as he traces this line with his lips and tongue. "So beautiful, Steve. My pretty boy. Look at these grooves, baby. Framing your pretty cock and hairy belly so nice. Wanna lay my head here forever." Billy nuzzles his face inward, cheek landing upon the soft spot of Steve's lower belly. Brushes against thick, course hair nesting all around his hardened dick. Breathes in deep, hungry and needy. Billy comes to rest here, like this is his pillow, his safe harbor. And it is. He brings a hand over, cups Steve's balls, weighted heavy with his load, and begins to knead them. Tender, exploratory. Billy juts his head out, brushes the bridge of his nose along Steve's dick, tongue darting out to lick the length as he goes. "Here you are. Here's my baby. Look at you," Billy murmurs into Steve's cock. "You're makin' me so hard, baby. Never got like this for a second round. Wanna give it t'you."

[lovedfoolish]

billy's  frustration  made  steve  smile  broader.  such  a  fuckin'  brat.  he  loved  that  about  him,  loved  needling  his  attitude.  he  scared  off  other  people,  but  he  didn't  scare  steve.  he  knew  for  billy's  sharp  corners  there  was  a  softness  that  he  revealed  to  steve.  because  of  that,  steve  felt  encouraged  to  see  past  the  mask  of  tough  guy  bravo  and  see  the  pout  that  lay  beneath.  begging  to  be  seen  and  yearning  for  the  attention  he  so  well  deserved.  steve  loved  giving  his  baby  attention,  alright.  he  poked  his  buttons  right  back.  he  riled  him  until  he  was  nice  and  flustered  and  then  he  took  care  of  his  boy.  steve  leaned  in  to  kiss  the  scrunch  on  billy's  nose  and  spattered  a  few  more  over  his  cute  freckles.  while  he  did,  he  took  the  chance  of  reaching  down  and  fondling  billy  through  his  briefs.  weighing  the  hardness  of  him  through  the  thin  fabric.  his  palm  needed  his  heavy  balls.  “  there,  there.  don't  worry.  i'm  going  to  feed  you,  loverboy.  just  not  right  this  moment.  we  have  the  rest  of  the  night  and  all  day,  ”  thank  god.  relief  flooded  him  so  fully,  his  shoulders  visibly  drooped  for  having  some  time  with  billy.  away  from  work.  away  from  the  worry  that  he  had  to  keep  up  with  their  new  and  difficult  lifestyle. 

steve  let  billy's  package  go  to  put  his  hands  on  top  of  billy's  as  he  stroked  his  thighs.  it  felt  so  good  to  be  touched  by  him.  even  like  this,  simply  working  his  tired  muscles  in  a  generous  caress.  steve's  chest  heaved  in  a  sigh.  “  maybe  one  day  i  will  come  by  the  shop…  ”  he  smirked.  knowing  this  was  all  a  fantasy  they  shared.  it  was  too  important  for  them  to  both  work,  to  pick  up  extra  shifts,  but  something  about  joking  he  would  sweep  billy  off  his  feet  and  away  from  all  of  that  pressure  was  enough.  enough  to  keep  the  wolves  at  bay.  billy's  huff  drew  a  short  laugh  from  steve.  “  brat,  ”  he  muttered  and  kissed  him  good.  he  watched  billy  tease  him,  milk  the  performance  of  following  his  instructions.  probably  simply  because  he  told  him  what  to  do.  that  was  fine  by  steve.  billy  had  it  coming  to  him,  and  something  told  steve  he'd  like  what  he  got.  brown  eyes  taking  in  the  lewd  spring  of  billy's  cock  being  freed  from  his  underwear  had  steve  visibly  licking  his  lips.  his  eyes  trained  themselves  to  billy's,  not  to  be  distracted  from  the  task  at  hand.  he  followed  billy's  direction,  taking  his  cock  in  his  hold  and  giving  it  a  good  stroke  just  as  billy  had  done  himself.  steve's  chin  was  canted  forward.  determined.  he  wouldn't  let  billy  tempt  him  with  a  quick  release.  he  wanted  to  savor  this  time  with  him. 

“  keep  that  dick  hard,  baby.  i  got  plans  for  you.  need  to  make  you  ache  from  lovin'  every  second  we  got.  make  you  feel  so  good  by  the  end,  i  promise.  ”  he  let  go  of  billy's  cock  to  grab  his  face  as  he  kissed  him.  letting  him  go  when  billy  moved,  steve  smiled  back  at  him.  his  grin  slanting  when  billy  got  that  look  in  his  eyes.  he  blinked  slowly  when  billy  tucked  his  hair  then  watched  every  muscle  of  billy's  body  fold  to  reach  for  the  shampoo.  steve  spanked  his  teasing  ass  then  rubbed  the  heel  of  his  palm  into  the  thickness  of  his  backside  so  that  the  sting  of  his  playful  strike  set  in  and  smacked  him  again  until  a  blush  rose.  “  goddamn  brat.  ”  steve  hunched  forward  to  give  billy  a  better  vantage  to  his  head  for  washing.  the  showerhead  had  dampened  his  hair  to  the  scalp,  and  billy's  lathering  felt  so  damn  good.  immediately,  his  eyes  rolled  closed  and  he  groaned  soundly.  steve's  arm  slid  around  billy's  waist  as  he  moved  in  to  tease  him  further  with  his  body.  steve  grabbed  for  more,  pulling  him  in  like  a  horny  teenager  getting  a  good  feel  on  the  dance  floor  of  a  party.  their  cocks  bumped  against  each  other,  and  the  rough  skin  of  each  shaft  felt  white  hot  at  the  contact.  steve's  penis  twitched  at  the  connection,  and  his  balls  tightened  at  the  promise  of  pleasure  within  reach. 

“  you  take  such  good  care  of  me,  baby.  nobody  takes  care  of  me  like  you.  "  his  wrist  flicked  again,  bringing  his  palm  again  to  billy's  backside.  but  this  time,  his  strike  was  more  of  a  pat.  the  wet  from  the  shower  water  made  an  almost  musical  percussion  even  while  his  spanking  didn't  pack  the  same  sting  as  his  previous  one  had.  steve  frustrated  himself  in  that  way,  but  he  was  convinced  the  wait  would  be  worth  it.  raising  his  hand  between  them,  steve  slipped  his  middle  finger  into  his  mouth.  sucking  it  like  he  would  billy's  cock.  soap  foaming  on  his  head  like  a  crown,  he  was  careful  not  to  tilt  so  that  it  would  get  in  his  eyes.  with  a  measured  care,  he  pulled  out  his  finger  from  his  lips  and  put  it  to  billy's.  “  suck  it.  ” 

[chargedrawn]

Billy's got a fever. Overheated, like smoke rolling out from the hood of a car. Hazy heat of desire. He's holding back a pant, breathing heavy through the nose. Long lashes flutter as Steve plants a kiss on his nose, his cheeks. He feels it, the tenderness, the promise, on his boyfriend's lips. It only kindles the heat that radiates from him and envelopes Steve. It's always a warmth that is home, that keeps Steve safe, grounded, and himself. But it's got a burning ache over the many nights spent apart now. And Billy's never been patient. Doesn't have it in him, not in the ways Steve does. Not in the ways Steve delights in getting him so riled up, dances close to that edge like a fuckin' tease. Still, even with Billy's frustration, his boyfriend's kisses smooth out the lines across his nose. Billy brushes his nose against Steve's, then finds his mouth, runs his tongue along Steve's teeth until submerging into his mouth. Plants heated moans there. "You're a goddamn tease, pretty boy, you know that?" He pulls away from his mouth with a grin that turns into another frustrated groan, followed swiftly by an involuntary buck into Steve's hand from his fondling. "Holdin' you t'your promise. Wanna have you comin' apart in my mouth till these pretty thighs shake." Billy gives Steve's thighs a pat, fingers digging in, squeezing.

Billy looks up at Steve with heavy-lidded eyes. "Y'come by the shop lookin' like this, and I'll bend you over the hood of a car," he smirks. Stokes the flames of the fantasy just as much as Billy's stoking the flames of Steve's desire in the here and now.

And it's Billy's turn now- his turn to tease Steve once he's standing before him in the shower, naked. Grooves his hips a little, his cock twitching against the firm muscle along his stomach. Precum beads on the head, and water from the showerhead beads along the shaft. Billy's tongue darts out, swipes across his lip as he watches Steve's gaze drop to his preening cock. He keeps his hand on Steve's as he feels his boyfriend stroke his straining dick. Presses his mouth to his ear, breath hot as he murmurs, "Your brat, don't you forget it."

Billy's hands come up to his boyfriend's hands as he cradles his face. Smiles into the kiss. It's a smile that doesn't leave after they break the kiss. Because Steve's smiling back at him, and that's everything. Everything to Billy. Even amidst their teasing and the heat of frustrated desire, Billy's soft. So soft for his man. "Y'think my dick won't stay hard for you, baby? Now I know you've been away from me too long. My Stevie knows better." And it's like Billy's almost begging Steve to come meet him here. And he does. His breath hitches, feels the sting and the rise of heat on his ass from the playful smack. Feels the thump of his twitching cock against his stomach, the tightening of his balls. The heat rises to his face, flushed red, and not even rubbing soothing caresses into his baby's scalp subsides it. "That's my man," Billy murmurs, sugary sweet, against Steve's groan. "Come apart for me, Stevie-- ah!" He hisses at the press of their cocks as Steve pulls him close. Billy's all open-mouthed and gasping, and his fingers dig into his scalp a little harder. "Always gonna take care of you, sweetheart." Delight shivers up his body at Steve's pat on his ass, which in its fullness, jiggles underneath his hand. Like Steve could make his bed there, sink his hands there, forever. But he doesn't, and Billy can only watch, blue eyes now ocean-deep with desire, as Steve sucks on his finger. His King Steve. His angel. Crowned there before him, sending sweet visions of what else he could do with that pretty mouth. Billy's cock twitches, and he licks his lips. Waits until Steve's finger runs across his lip, and,

Sucks. Billy's mouth wraps around Steve's finger, cheeks hollowing out as he tastes his boyfriend in his mouth. He keeps his gaze with Steve, and the long lashes seem almost criminal now in the way they frame his pretty eyes. His tongue flattens, bedding Steve's finger in his mouth, draws out to touch where his finger meets his palm and drags along the underside. He pops off, loudly, on purpose, then takes his finger again, sinks his teeth playfully into the space between his two knuckles, before pulling off again. "Thinkin' about my mouth on your cock, baby?" Billy doesn't wait for Steve's answer, takes his finger in his mouth and sucks, blink, blink, blinking up at him.

[chargedrawn]

BOLD - applies always. // italic - applies sometimes. // underlined - comfort dependent

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 :

is submissive. is dominant. prefers to top. prefers to bottom. likes to switch. identifies as heterosexual. identifies as homosexual. identifies as bisexual. identifies as pansexual. identifies as demisexual. identifies as asexual. enjoys sex with men. enjoys sex with women. enjoys sex with multiple people at one time. initiates. waits for partner to initiate. spits. swallows. prefers sex in the morning. prefers sex at night. prefers sex any time. no sex drive. low sex drive. average sex drive. high sex drive. hypersexual.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 / 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 :

small build. medium build. lanky build. athletic build. muscular build. curvy build. voluptuous build. wears boxers briefs (trunks). wears lingerie. goes ‘commando’. shaves / waxes. doesn’t shave / wax.* cup size a-c. cup size d-f. 1-5" in length. 6 - 9" in length. 10" or over in length. various toys.

*Billy keeps his chest and belly clean-shaven, but doesn't shave elsewhere.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 :

is silent / makes little to no sounds. is very quiet. is very loud. grows in volume over time. bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves. calls out partner’s name. curses. fakes / exaggerates. prefers a quiet partner. prefers a loud partner. is turned on by dirty talk. is turned off by dirty talk.

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 - 𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 :

having their hands pinned. pinning their partner’s hands. having their hair pulled. pulling their partner’s hair. being watched ( by their partner ). being watched ( by a third party ). watching their partner. receiving oral. giving oral (needs to be bolded twice over). calling their partner ‘daddy’. being called ‘daddy’. giving praise .receiving praise. biting / marking. being marked. spanking. being spanked. teasing. being teased. having toys used on them. using toys on their partner. giving anal. receiving anal. choking. being choked. dirty talk. being tied up. tying their partner up. being worshiped. worshiping their partner. humiliating. being humiliated. degrading. being degraded. knife play. blood play. being pegged. pegging.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 :

in a bedroom.in a shower / bath. in a pool / ocean. in a kitchen. in a bathroom. in a bathroom ( public ). in a car. in a tent. in an alleyway. in a field / forest. at a school. in an empty / abandoned building. in a library. on a rooftop / terrace. in a dressing room. in an elevator. in a parking lot. at a museum. at a cemetery. in a closet. at a hospital.

Tagged By (Stolen By): @lovedfoolish <3

[lovedfoolish]

everything,  it  was  everything.  being  inside  billy,  moving  with  him.  seeing  how  hard  he  got  from  his  touch,  his  love.  billy's  sweet  kisses  whenever  he  could  give  them.  so  generous.  he  never  asked  for  anything,  and  he  opened  his  heart  to  steve.  steve  wanted  to  pour  everything  he  had  right  back.  home.  they  were  home.  it  wasn't  a  place.  it  was  where  ever  billy  was.  with  him,  always.  steve  was  pretty  sure  he  blacked  out  from  his  climax.  he  still  felt  billy's  clenching  asshole  sucking  him  dry  for  all  he  had  to  give.  steve  gave  it  without  complaint.  only  shallow  moans  as  his  hips  involuntarily  bucked  against  him  until  he  was  completely  spent.  he  stayed  inside  billy  as  he  came  back  to  himself.  he  realized  billy's  cum  was  coated  all  over  billy's  front  and  torso.  once  he  got  his  second  wind,  he  curled  around  billy—ducking  beneath  his  arm  and  around  his  heaving  side.  steve  put  his  open  mouth  to  billy's  cum  soaked  skin  and  licked  it  up.  he  bathed  him  clean  and  swallowed  the  salty  nectar  until  he  was  groaning  with  satisfaction.  “  you…  ”  he  breathed  out.  licking  his  lips  clean  of  billy's  bliss. 

he  pulled  himself  back  up  and  watched  as  his  limp  cock  slid  out  of  billy's  ass.  it  was  slow  and  tortorous  for  his  overstimulated  nerves,  but  he  wanted  to  be  careful  of  the  semen  that  dripped  out  from  his  withdrawl.  bringng  his  hands  to  billy's  back  shoulders,  he  put  some  pressure  there.  urged  him  forward  so  that  steve  could  work  his  way  down  to  that  beautiful  ass  he'd  fucked  so  good.  his  hands  rubbed  down  billy's  back  until  each  grabbed  a  handful  of  his  cheeks.  spreading  them  open  as  he  watched  the  head  of  his  cock  pop  free  from  billy's  rim.  steve  moved  quickly  then.  putting  his  face  right  to  the  vision—the  awe-inspiring  vision  of  steve's  cum  leaking  from  billy.  steve  nipped  his  teeth  at  billy's  ass  cheek  and  kissed  a  trail  to  his  sobbing  anus.  then  he  dragged  his  tongue  to  collect  the  spunk  and  swallow  it  up  too.  his  tongue  dipped  inside  of  billy.  he  swirled  it  around  inside.  curled  it  and  feasted  on  the  remains  of  steve's  love.  his  mouth  moved  back  to  the  globes  of  billy's  ass  which  he  squeezed  in  his  hands.  he  kissed  one  side  again.  sucked  it  until  a  hickey  blushed  to  the  surface.  then  steve  moved  back  up  his  body,  along  billy's  lower  back  and  spine.  he  pulled  him  back  against  him  until  they  were  hugging.  arms  coiled  around  him  again.  steve  breathed  into  billy's  ear.  “  me..  ” 

unsure  if  he  fell  or  if  they  were  settled  back  onto  the  bed  by  billy's  strength,  steve  opened  his  eyes  again  to  find  his  head  on  the  pillow.  his  arms  still  wrapped  around  his  boyfriend.  he  was  so  fulfilled.  so  at  peace.  so  very  tired.  “  did  i  go  to  sleep?  ”  he  murmured.  “  did  you?  ”  he  laughed  faintly.  rubbing  his  sweaty  face  into  his  bicep,  he  cleared  his  face  of  the  cool  moisture  that  gathered  in  his  eyes.  “  what  if  this  is  all  a  dream?  ”  he  found  himself  saying.  it  made  his  heart  skip,  and  his  eyes  widened  to  assure  himself  that  billy  was  really  there.  red  faced  and  fucked  out  of  his  mind  thanks  to  steve's  relentless  hunger.  steve  brushed  his  hand  through  billy's  curls,  tousling  them  and  scratching  his  head  with  long,  languid  flexes  from  his  fingers.  “  i  don't  ever  wanna  wake  up  if  it  is.  you're  a  dreamboat,  baby.  take  me  away  from  it  all.  ”  shelter  me. 

[chargedrawn]

Billy lifts his arm, opening, opening, opening to Steve. Invites him to curl around his body, taking shelter. He's heaving from being so spent, body tender, sweetly overstimulated. Gently rests his hand on top of Steve's head, strokes his hair with tender loving. "All for you, love," he murmurs, little aftershocks sending shivers through his body once Steve's tongue touches his body. Billy watches in awe, lips parted and blue eyes heavy and half-lidded, as Steve licks up every drop of his cum in a reverent feast. His fingers dig into Steve's scalp, a soft pressure, and Billy moans his name once his boyfriend laps up his cum over his sensitive nipple. "Me..." he whispers back, blissful and sweet.

An ah, ah! whimper slips through Billy's mouth when Steve's limp dick slides out of him. But there is no mourning because there is no emptiness. Billy still feels full. Full of Steve. Just like he promised. Billy sighs, content, eyelids fluttering shut, and obliges Steve's silent request. He leans forward, carefully lifts his fucked-full ass for unfettered access. Billy grunts, smiling when Steve takes his ass in both hands, squeezing him good. His legs shake, feeling Steve's cum drip from his rim. Gets kinda choked up about it, like he doesn't want any bit of Steve's release leaving him. But then his breath hitches. "Stevie, oh!" His ass involuntarily spasms around Steve's tongue, and Billy's past cloud nine. He's on fucking cloud one hundred. Feels the warmth of Steve's tongue inside him, slow and deliberate, eating him out. Tasting them, together. It made his heart flutter, warm and so endlessly in love with Steve. He turns his head, eyes open now, hums as he watches Steve suck the plushness of his ass until his skin turned a pretty strawberry red. It's natural, it's without hesitation, the way Billy curls into Steve's embrace. His last, heaving sigh is a deep exhale, and then his whole body stills to peace in their embrace. "You," he murmurs, nuzzling against him. Lifts his sleepy, flushed face up until he presses a kiss to Steve's lips, opening his mouth, sinking his tongue into his mouth. Tasting them, together inside Steve's mouth.

Together.

Billy's curled into Steve. Leg hooked around Steve's hip, as is Billy's way whenever they're lying side by side. He's tucked under Steve's chin, lulled by his scent. His arm drapes across Steve's shoulder. "Mmm," Billy hums, slowly lifting his head up to meet his love's eyes. Billy's eyes are sleepy, peaceful, and surrounded by a fucked-so-good red face that brings out his freckles. "We both did," he answered. "You did such a good job, baby, fucked me so good till we had nothin' left." Billy draws his hand away from Steve's shoulder, gentle fingers pushing the wayward locks of brown hair away from Steve's face. So Billy could soak up his peaceful face. Peaceful, because of Billy. Because of their love. "It's not a dream, Steve. I'm right here, always will be." He nuzzles his head into Steve's caresses. "But I'll be your dreamboat, baby. C'mere." Billy's knee presses into Steve's lower back, drawing him flush to his body. Wraps his arms back around him, strong and secure. Billy's a little shorter than Steve, but he's strong, a little fucking titan. Holds him so there's no doubt that Steve can let go, and be safe. He kisses Steve, warm and wet. "I love you so much, Steve. Gonna keep you safe. I got you," he murmurs into his mouth. Pulls back a little, smiling softly. "You know what you told me, baby? How you were gonna fuck me till we didn't know where I ended and you began? That's us, baby. Right now. Can you feel it? Can you feel me with you, in you?"

[lovedfoolish]

“  that's  it,  baby!  gah—clench  around  me,  fuck…  fuck-fuck,  do  it.  ride  me  so  good,  billy.  ride  me  hard.  i'm  so  deep  in  you,  angel  baby.  so  part  of  you,  i  can  feel  your  heart  beating  around  me.  fuck-it's-so-good!  ”  steve  gasped  and  bucked,  throwing  off  his  rhythm  from  the  momentary  elation  of  their  new  position.  he  was  warmed  by  billy's  natural  heat,  it  was  like  he  would  never  be  cold  again.  his  hairy  lower  belly  scratched  at  billy's  lower  back  as  he  thrust  back  against  him,  into  him.  deeper.  thighs  moving  between  billys'  thighs,  he  bore  his  weight  like  a  soothing  hot  stone  against  his  touch  starved  flesh.  steve  ran  his  mouth  over  the  mark  on  billy's  shoulder  and  suckled  the  skin,  teased  the  muscle  between  with  the  edge  of  his  teeth.  his  brown  eyes  peeled  drunkenly  open,  sight  arrested  by  the  bouncing  of  billy's  cock  against  his  own  stomach  from  the  hammering  thrusts  of  their  love  making.  the  pink  shaft  was  hard,  smacking  and  dripping  precum  like  a  mirage  in  the  desert.  steve  didn't  know  what  he  was  thinking  when  he  thought  he'd  be  able  to  resist  pleasuring  his  boyfriend's  dick  to  completion. 

saliva  dripped  from  his  lips  and  over  billy's  skin  as  he  drooled  over  the  sight  of  his  beautiful  erection  dancing  around  with  their  heated  motions.  loosening  his  grip  around  billy's  fingers,  he  moved  their  joined  hands  down  until  he  dropped  billy's  hand.  needing  the  freedom  of  purchase  to  slide  his  palm  around  the  strong  spine  of  billy's  cock,  folding  his  raging  boner  back  against  his  stomach  and  stroking  him  there.  two  fingers  traced  either  side  of  the  bulging  stem  and  worked  a  light  pressure  into  the  arch  of  his  cock.  when  he  moved  down  again,  his  fingers  curled  around  each  globe  of  his  balls  and  attentively  offered  each  a  rotating  pet.  “  look  at  you,  billy.  you  got  the  prettiest  cock.  goddamn,  it's  so  full  for  me.  i  wanna  see  it  burst  all  over  your  stomach  when  you  cum  for  me,  baby.  ”  steve  brought  his  palm  up  to  his  mouth  for  a  quick  and  thorough  lick  before  returning  down  to  pump  billy's  cock  and  cradle  his  balls.  faster,  faster.  his  thrusting  and  his  jerking  wrist  worked  in  sync.  steve  stole  another  kiss  from  billy's  mouth.  digging  the  words  back  out  of  his  mouth  and  into  his  own  head.  just  kept  goin'  faster,  couldn't  stop.  there  were  intersections  in  the  road  where  steve  and  billy  met  on  equal  ground,  and  steve  recognized  the  fact  that  their  own  worst  enemies  sometimes  were  themselves.  “  i  got  you,  billy.  got  you.  it's  okay.  not  gonna  let  you  crash.  go  fast  as  you  want  because  i'm  right  here.  ” 

his  hips  knocked  in  slow  languid  thrusts  for  a  few  reps  as  his  head  peaked  down  to  watch  himself  pull  out  and  enter  billy  again.  his  breathing  came  in  every  huff  that  he  pumped  back  inside  of  billy.  then  he  was  close  to  him  again,  eyes  piercing  and  lips  intwined  with  billy's.  “  always  going  to  come  back  here.  home.  you're  my  home,  billy.  not  ever  gonna  forget  that.  being  inside  you  is  the  only  place  i  wanna  be.  home,  you're  home.  ”  he  was  speaking  in  ramblings  and  slurring  his  words,  but  steve  meant  every  bit  of  it.  he  fed  the  declaration  through  billy's  kiss  until  he  was  sure  it  was  planted  like  a  seed  to  harvest.  his  arm  burned  from  jerking  billy  off,  but  he  wouldn't  let  up.  hips  raging  to  bring  his  boyfriend  to  climax.  “  cum  for  me,  billy.  let  go.  i  got  you.  ”  steve  was  close  too.  his  lungs  burned  from  the  effort  of  breathing  through  the  excursion  and  whispering  to  billy.  the  groans  tore  from  his  throat  like  razor  blades  and  his  body  screamed  for  sweet  release.  “  i'm  right  there  with  you.  ”  he  warned  and  made  his  strokes  long  and  hard.  his  balls  tightened  as  he  went  over  the  edge.  spilling  himself  into  the  deepest  part  of  billy  and  burying  himself  to  the  hilt  until  he  was  completely  empty.  resting  back  on  his  heels,  steve  bore  both  of  them  all  the  way  through  the  climax.  body  shaking  and  slick  from  sweat,  he  gripped  billy  tighter  against  him.  kissing  him  softly.  “  home.  ”

[chargedrawn]

"Feel me, baby! Feel me milkin' your sweet cock! Stevie, baby, you're in me s-soo deep-fuck! Can fuckin' feel you so good." Billy's heart is in his ears, pounding to the increasingly erratic rhythm of Steve's thrusts. Billy grins, full of heat, sweat beading down his forehead, knowing his baby's close, so close. Like he is, too. His dick's throbbing, leaking, on the cusp of a release that was coiling tight, so tight in his lower belly. The prickling of Steve's hair on his toned back reminds Billy of their closeness, how they're everywhere, imprinted on their skin and in their hearts, in their minds, and deep, deep inside. A place only for them. It leaves one truth: that Billy would always be so full of Steve and his love. Just as Steve would be so full of Billy and his love. He turns his head, presses sloppy, jostled kisses on his love's hairline as Steve kisses his shoulder. Billy's moaning between each kiss, each thrust that's sending Billy into home, sweet home. Lifts his head, chuckling lowly and with primal heat when Steve peels away, drooling over the sight of his preening dick.

"See what you do t'me baby? That's all 'cause of you. Fuckin' me so good, makin' me so hard, sweetheart." His brows knot, pleasured and frustrated, hisses at the way his dick's hitting his stomach with a new, unbridled force now that Steve adjusted their position. Billy holds his breath in anticipation, feels the intent behind their loosening fingers and the path Steve's hand takes until he's gripping his cock. Billy's on fire. Pent up frustration from the lack of attention to his throbbing dick, Billy cries out, feels the pressure of Steve's grip and the way he presses his dick into his stomach. Billy's hips buck involuntarily, wild, erratic, chasing the friction. Feels the build-up of his release, heavy, so heavy in his balls as Steve gives them a titillating pat. Billy's chest swells, glowing, coming to life in the blanket of Steve's praises. His boyfriend's adoration of his cock-- hard, leaking, pretty, and curled at the right angle that hits Steve so good when he fucks him. "So full for you, baby. Gotta load just for you, so close. Touch me, Steve. Take what I've got for you, baby." Billy blinks, heavy-lidded, love-drunk, and meets Steve's mouth, slow and tender. He sinks deeper into Steve's grip, wiggles his ass a bit to take more of his cock. "You got me, Steve," he murmurs, means it. "You're so good t'me. Know I'm gonna be okay with you, baby. And I'm always gonna be right here with you." He presses his sweaty forehead against Steve's. "Right here with you."

Billy feels it. The heat and fervor of their love making is like coming to rest, not setting out to run. Because it is a coming home, every damn time. "That's right, baby. Come home t'me. I'll keep you safe. Loved, Stevie. You're my home. Look at us, baby. Look at us makin' home. Makin' love, so sweet. This is it. You and me." His heart beats out for Steve, telling him all, bare before him in body and soul. Billy swallows Steve's declaration in his mouth with his kiss, a promise, an assurance. The seed that matters, planted in him, growing, warming him up, like Steve's laying out a welcome home mat between them. And there's a new kind of warmth in Billy. The warmth that comes from Steve's love. Just like he promised; Billy's gonna fucking feel Steve in him forever.

Steve plants the seed in Billy, then waters it, encouraging him to blossom. Billy feels it coming, petals closed tight, so tight, now breaking loose, exploding, unfurling into a swirl of colorful petals. "S-steve! Steve! Don't stop. Gonna cum-hng!" It's a tumbling of words, panted out, and then Billy's blossoming. Shoots his load up onto his stomach, thick hot ropes of white spurting up onto his chest, in the dip between his pecs. On his nipple, smattered all over his sweat-sheened stomach. "Come on, baby, stay here with me. Cum for me. Wanna feel you cum inside me, warm me up! Fill me up!" Billy clenched around Steve's dick, ragged and sporadic from the waves of shock shuddering over his body from his own release. Sighs, smiles, feels Steve spill his load into him, hot and full, so full. "Stevie, baby, you did so good, handsome. My man, takin' care of me so good," Billy pants as they both come down from their release. He reaches a hand back, cradling Steve's face. "Welcome home, love."

[chargedrawn]

Thinking about... Billy getting a nipple piercing sometime Post S3 as he reclaims his life and his body and starts feeling good about himself again, especially in the wake of all the scars on his body.

He wears a nipple bar on his right nipple. It makes him feel good about his body, gives him back his agency in how he decides to present himself similar to how we see Billy loving to express himself via style in his clothing. But this has a more physical and personal touch to it. It's about a reclaiming of his body.

His most sensitive spot is also his nipples, and he loves nipple play and can get fully aroused by it. As a result, Billy does secretly love when his partner plays with his nipple bar.

[lovedfoolish]

steve  never  intends  to  be  rough  when  making  love  to  billy.  especially  tonight.  he  wanted  to  fuck  him  slow  and  deep  as  they  lay  in  bed  pressed  against  each  other.  something  flipped.  he  couldn't  blame  the  craving  entirely  on  billy  except  steve  was  consumed  with  the  need  to  possess  billy  all  of  a  sudden.  his  enthusiasm  increased  with  billy's  taunting  words.  with  the  sounds  he  made  for  him.  god,  steve  was  swept  up  in  a  spell  that  urged  him  on.  harder,  faster.  more  more  more!  he  wanted  billy  to  feel  him  the  next  day  as  he  walked  around.  steve  wanted  to  imprint  himself  all  over  billy.  their  fingers  intwined,  steve's  palm  ached  against  billy's.  the  tenderness  with  which  he  put  billy's  hand  to  his  own  face  and  rubbed  his  lips  over  billy's  knuckles  was  electric.  the  way  in  which  he  claimed  his  body  was  primal.  “  so  good.  can't  get  enough,  can  you,  baby?  need  me  that  much,  huh?  can't  fuckin'  wait  for  me  to  get  inside  you--ah!  you  take  me  so  good,  baby.  perfect,  fuckin'  perfect.  ”  his  breath  fanned  billy's  curls.  his  tongue  collected  the  salty  lines  from  billy's  skin.  he  smiled  in  spite  of  his  fever  to  consume  everything  billy  could  give  him.  refusing  to  scream  his  name  as  he  asked,  steve  wasn't  deterred.  he  slowed  his  hips  at  great  pains  to  his  own  pleasure.  his  balls  tightened  up  into  his  scrotum  as  they  practically  screamed  on  their  own  for  the  movement  to  resume.  the  heels  of  his  feet  buried  into  the  mattress  to  hold  his  stationary  weight.  what  was  a  practiced  motion  suddenly  halted  to  the  great  derailment  of  his  body.  steve  groaned  at  the  pump  of  the  proverbial  brakes. 

a  string  of  spit  connected  the  mark  on  his  shoulder  all  the  way  to  steve's  mouth.  his  tongue  darted  out  to  break  the  strand.  he  didn't  pull  out  of  billy,  only  stopped  his  thrusting  right  as  he  was  buried  deep  inside  of  him.  steve  rocked  himself  further  inside,  grinded  his  pelvis  against  the  soft  yet  firm  mound  of  billy's  backside.  he  brought  his  knee  between  billy's  legs  and  spread  them.  keeping  them  together,  steve  used  his  strength  to  hold  billy  against  his  front  as  he  rocked  them  upright  on  the  bed.  he  swayed  with  the  natural  momentum  of  his  push—his  elbow  hoisting  him  up  as  he pulled  them  both  up  at  once.  until  steve  was  sitting  on  his  knees  with  billy  still  seated  on  his  cock,  steve's  thighs  acting  as  a  seat  for  billy.  his  cock  was  rooted  at  its  deepest  vantage  from  this  position.  billy's  full  weight  seated  back  onto  steve.  steve  breathed  out  a  soul  crushing  sigh  against  the  wet  spot  of  his  bitemark.  he  turned  billy's  jaw  with  their  joined  hands  to  face  him  from  over  his  shoulder.  “  you  are  mine.  said  it  yourself.  ”  steve  clenched  his  ass  and  moved  himself  without  withdrawing  from  billy's  ass.  his  cock  twitched  inside  of  his lover,  strumming  his  prostate  with  a  sickening  leisure.  steve  let  his  head  fall  over  billy's  shoulder,  kissing  that  mark  he  made  so  sweet.  his  lips  ghosted  over  billy's  skin.  open  mouthed.  only  lips.  his  eyes  were  full  of  tender  admiration.  he  laid  his  cheek  on  billy's  shoulder  and  brought  his  face  closer  to  billy's. 

there  was  no  hauty  authority  in  his  expression.  only  love.  “  they  don't  have  to  see  it,  baby.  i  just  want  you  to  know.  i  want  you  to  feel  it  right  now.  in  the  morning.  a  day  from  now.  i  wanna  fill  you  up  with  me  until  you  don't  know  where  you  end  and  i  begin.  understand?  ”  steve  crushed  his  mouth  to  billy's  and  kissed  him  until  his  lungs  burned,  begged  and  demanded  air.  right  as  he  broke  the  kiss  to  give  into  his  bodily  needs,  steve  resumed  his  fucking. 

[chargedrawn]

The heat of the moment is high, sky high. The tangling of limbs, every kiss, every snap of Steve's hips and Billy's ass that ruts into him, meeting him there. Euphoric, this moment. Billy feels Steve burying himself balls deep in him, a union that's more than the act. Like every heated thrust reaches his soul. Love, love, love, home, home, home. A giving of each other, an outpouring, and oh, Billy's outpouring. He's in overdrive, chatty, fast, faster. Doesn't want it to stop, yearns for it. Desperate. And it comes pouring out of his mouth. A reflex, like he's gotta meet the heat, the passion, primal and sweet, and he's all over the place. Billy's got a motor mouth, and it's carrying him away. And like, he's chatty during sex, always has been, but this is different. Something kinda urgent in the way he's going off. The after effects of a life where Billy's always motoring, engine revving- fast, so fast. Loud- in style, in movement- the mask that had shielded him to the outside world.

But he doesn't need that shield. Not here. Billy's safe, so safe, in Steve's arms. He knows that. Trusts Steve completely. But it's like he's a little lost. Like Billy's moving his feet. Unsure where to stand, and so he's coming in heavy, hot. All over the place. His fingers coil into Steve's hand, trembling. A gentle affirming of presence, and a whispered plea to seek grounding. "Need you so much, Steve." Billy's words come out, yearning, begging. "Takin' care of me so good- fuck. Feel you so deep, baby. Can't get enough-- ah!" Nestles closer into Steve's mouth, Billy's panting begins to still, and he breathes shallow breaths through his nose while Steve licks his skin. Warm, wet, Billy's eyes close, focuses on the touch. Then gasps, lips parting as Steve answers him, slows it down, taps the breaks. Steve's buried to the hilt inside him, stopped. Billy clenches around his cock, then falls back into Steve's chest, coming to a rest.

"Steve-ah!" Steve wraps him up, and Billy coils his hands into his forearms. Gasps with a shuddering wave of pleasure as Steve places a knee between his legs, spreading him wider to settle him more deeply onto his girthy cock. Billy feels that extra push deep inside him and he's seeing white. "My strong man," he murmurs, safely seated on his boyfriend, feeling a rush up his spine when Steve turns his jaw toward him, meets him eye-to-eye. Reset. Billy glows, flushes under Steve's declaration. Nods, and then watches as Steve kisses with open-mouthed tenderness on his shoulder. Billy's heart swells, feeling the adoration, the reverence. Tears prick at his eyes, feeling loved, so loved, realizes that what Steve says is true. That this is love, what is shared between them, only them, deep and tender, and not rough and bruising for others to see. "I know, baby," he murmurs back, and it's full of tenderness, full of truth. "Got so lost in my head, baby. Just kept goin' faster, couldn't stop." Billy tucks his head into the crook of his shoulder where Steve rested his face. "I feel you, Steve. Fillin' me up. Stretchin' me good. Lovin' me. Wanna feel it long after this." And the next part isn't rushed. It's just love. "Fill me, baby, please. Let me take you good. Till we both don't know where I end and you begin." Billy meets Steve's kiss with tender passion, fire-lit, warm tongue, deep, so deep. He's planted, seated fully onto Steve, taking his thrusts and savoring his deep drives into him. Gasping into Steve's mouth at the new position, like Steve's deeper than he's ever been before. Stroking his prostate at a new angle till Billy's moaning, "Right there, Steve! Steve, right there, baby!"

[lovedfoolish]

it  was  an  incredible  thing  that  only  a  few  moments  ago  their  spent  cocks  lay  separated  by  the  length  of  the  bed.  laying  at  peace  on  their  own  thighs  as  they  pondered  one  another  from  across  the  space.  so  much  space  yet  so  connected.  and  now,  wrapped  up  in  each  other,  their  flaccid  shafts  tangled  up  together  as  their  bodies  huddled  together.  it  was  the  same  but  so  much  had  shifted  in  those  moments.  the  feel  of  them  joined  as  they  were  was  equally  to  the  emotional  shift  of  their  outpouring  of  love  for  one  another.  steve  groaned  out  a  sigh  of  pure  contentment  and  reveled  at  the  feel  of  billy's  limp  dick  pressed  to  his.  the  leftover  wet  from  the  lub  and  their  fluids  making  them  slip  against  the  other.  steve  found  himself  grinding  back  against  billy  to  further  the  sweet  torment.  their  oversensitive  skin  burning  from  the  over-stimulation,  but  steve  didn't  care.  he  couldn't'  get  enough.  he  loved  the  weight  of  billy's  leg  over  his  hips.  laying  with  billy  settled  beneath  his  chin,  steve  turned  his  face  into  his  boyfriend's  curls.  he  took  a  deep  breath  at  the  crown  of  his  head  and  kissed  him  there.  his  cheek  comes  to  rest  on  the  top  of  billy's  head  as  he  savored  billy's  menstruations  to  his  neck.  moaning  at  the  heat  of  his  attention,  steve  parted  his  lips  and  began  to  pant.  the  warmth  of  his  breath  bathing  through  the  strands  of  billy's  blonde  hair. 

his  breath  halted  with  a  short  gasp  when  billy  stopped  to  hold  his  face.  tucking  himself  on  top  of  his  pillow  to  meet  billy's  intent  eyes,  he  listened  as  billy  called  for  him.  the  admission  he  gave  was  earth-shattering.  it  struck  him  dead  center,  much  deeper  than  the  climax  he  just  experienced.  billy  was  bearing  his  soul,  and  all  steve  could  do  was  look  back  at  him  in  awe.  billy  shined  as  he  spoke.  steve's  stroked  his  angel's  hair  as  took  in  the  meaning.  he  was  aware  of  billy's  reputation  with  the  girls  around  school.  everyone  used  it  as  fuel  for  their  proposed  rivalry.  steve  shouldn't  been  more  territorial  or  jealous  at  the  attention  billy  received  from  all  the  girls,  but  he  wasn't.  hell,  it  took  him  so  long  to  realize  billy  was  trying  to  get  steve  to  look  at  him  the  way  all  those  girls  did.  steve  was  glad  he  didn't.  as  much  as  that  would  frustrate  billy,  steve  was  the  better  for  being  so  oblivious.  because  when  he  did  see  billy,  he  saw  him  for  who  he  was.  if  billy  could  only  see  himself  through  steve's  eyes.  he'd  be  as  amazed  as  steve  at  how  gorgeous  he  was,  how  caring.  how  committed  he  was  to  those  he  cared  about.  it  was  fucking  inspiring,  and  steve  saw  the  real  hero  in  billy.  the  hero  steve  was  struggling  to  be. 

it's  all  for  you,  sweetheart.  that  had  blood  surging  back  into  steve's  cock.  he  had  to  ground  his  hips  into  the  sheets  between  billy's  legs.  steve  was  greedy  for  what  billy  offered  him.  his  confession  fueled  that  ego  he  worked  so  hard  to  silence.  because  that  was  the  thing  about  billy.  no  matter  how  long  he  reigned  as  king  steve,  steve  felt  the  most  capable,  the  most  powerful  when  he  was  with  billy.  he  starved  for  the  love  of  him.  “  hungry,  ”  he  repeated  around  the  bud  of  billy's  nipple.  “  so  hungry  for  you,  billy.  ”  he  was  ready  to  lead  a  trail  down  billy's  torso,  down  his  stomach,  down  down  down…  when  billy  flipped  them.  steve  let  out  a  surprised  huff.  the  shock  on  his  face  apparent  but  quickly  wiped  clean  by  a  giddy  smile.  he  chuckled  beneath  the  weight  of  billy's  body  over  his  and  moved  his  hips  against  billy's  eager  thrusting.  steve's  hands  came  down  billy's  back,  tracing  and  taking  his  time  to  map  out  the  shape  of  him.  the  tightening  and  loosening  of  his  muscles  as  he  moved  over  him.  then  he  traveled  down  to  grap  his  ass.  one  cheek  in  each  palm.  steve  pulled  him  against  him—closer,  harder.  with  each  rut  of  billy's  hips.  he  met  him  beat  for  beat.  the  friction  of  their  cocks  rubbing  together  working  steve's  erection  to  full  attention.  “  what  are  you  going  do  to,  beautiful  boy,  huh?  do  your  worst.  ”  steve  smiled  with  his  teeth,  his  breath  hitching  from  their  horseplay. 

[chargedrawn]

And this is Billy, the real Billy, here with Steve. Opening, blooming, unfurling. Soft, Safe. Tender, so tender. Gentle and playful, soft and a little teasing. There's a spark there still, a daring sort of bright light in his eye. A yearning, wild and free. Like a sun that rises, stretches its golden light all over. Billy sinks into Steve's embrace, and every muscle that has previously stood guard for all these long years, bracing for hurt-- for pain-- relaxes. "Oh, Stevie, baby," Billy groans, heavy and content, like he has just come to rest after a long day. Billy's suddenly heavy in Steve's embrace. Because he's been carrying that weight for so long. But instead of the weight of pain, it is the weight of Billy's heart now. A heart so big, so soft, that cared deeply for everyone, loved fully, and that sang for Steve in a special way-- only for him. His cock twitches a bit, the aftershock of his overstimulated limp dick pressed into Steve's warm and wet and beautiful.

Beautiful, like the way Steve looks at him, lovestruck, breath-hitched, and adoring at Billy's admission. He smiles, radiant, nuzzles into Steve's gentle strokes of his hair. And it's like. If Steve could see what Billy sees right now. How beautiful he is, how his heart beats with the answers long before Steve himself even realizes it. But Billy hears Steve's heart. Speaks the language, the song. He's heard Steve's heart since the first day they met, even when Steve didn't notice what he was doing all that time, trying, trying, trying to reach him, to welcome him home. Steve, his strong, courageous, caring, man. A leader, even when he thinks he does not know the way. Because it is what Steve does in the now that matters, that means the most. Like how Steve leads Billy here, to this. Love, love, love.

Billy's giggling. Smiling into Steve's breathy huff before kissing him on the mouth. No tongue, but still so deep and reverent. Sparks fly, feeling Steve smile back into the kiss, and Billy's free, so free, so full of his love for Steve, so full of Steve's love for him. "Hi baby," he murmurs as he breaks the kiss. Brings both hands up to cradle Steve's face. Fingers threading into locks of brown hair. "Like me here?" Blue eyes half-lidded, framed by long lashes, full of adoration. His face flushes, heat rising from the unrushed chase of desire pooling into his half-hard dick as Steve joins in rutting into each other. Like waves rolling onto the sand. Hisses, arches his chest forward as Steve suckles on his nipples. Feels his dick twitch against Steve's body, like Billy could get hard just from this, but that's not his plan. Not tonight. "You have me, baby. Gonna get your fill so soon."

And Steve's hands are tracing him, memorizing him. Billy sighs, content, dips his head to kiss Steve. Tongue drawing gently across his teeth before sinking in, tasting him deep, slow, so slow. With each withdraw of his tongue, Billy suckles on Steve's bottom lip, then dips back in with tongue, a sweet sigh into the kiss. Moans kinda desperate and pleading when Steve squeezes his ass. But it's not till Steve asks his question that Billy breaks the kiss, his lips shiny and swollen and rosy. He smiles, golden curls falling down on either side of Steve's face, framing them both in light. Billy's light. Warm, bright. He tilts his head up, brushes Steve's nose, drags his lip there, too, before planting a kiss between Steve's brows. "Gonna love every inch of you, Steve," Billy promises, his heart fluttering at the way Steve offers himself to him. "Keep you warm with all I got, baby. Lay back. Let me know you."

Billy shifts his weight, begins his descent. Leaves trails of kisses down Steve's cheek and to the shell of his ear. Lips part, panting a heated longing into his ear, then suckles Steve's earlobe with a playful nip. "So beautiful, baby," he murmurs, kissing down his neck, exploratory in nature. Billy's mapping out the shape of Steve, what makes his breath hitch, and committing it to memory. Like Billy will always know Steve, know him even if he were blind. He finds the hollow of Steve's neck and pauses, laves his tongue up to his adam's apple, shivering with pleasure at the salty taste of his skin. Blood's rushing to his dick now, just from the taste of Steve. "Got such a kissable neck, baby. Such a beautiful body, wanna kiss you all over." He sinks lower then, shifting his weight down so that his head comes to rest on Steve's chest. Rubs his cheek into his hairy down, soft and sexy. His hand arrives first, warm and searching in the way he runs down Steve's pec, down, down to the cut of his waist. Wraps his fingers there, gentle pressure, then works his tongue in circles around Steve's nipple. Teeth grazing just a bit, gentle sucks, then flicks his tongue there. Billy's feeling with his body, feeling for Steve's reaction. Pulls back once, kisses Steve's sternum. "You feel good, baby? Feelin' my love for you? Feelin' what you do to me?"

[lovedfoolish]

the  gentle  huff  of  breathing  with  every  joining  thrust  had  steve  in  a  trance.  his  arms  were  wrapped  around  billy  which  was  a  close  second  in  the  list  of  his  favorite  positions.  the  first  being  when  they're  wrapped  around  each  other.  his  mouth  connected  to  billy's  in  a  deep  kiss,  his  ass  cheeks  clench  with  every  movement  of  his  hips  forward—colliding  like  an  incoming  tidal  wave  with  billy's  companion  moves  to  meet  him.  steve  can  feel  billy's  hole  sucking  him  back  in  every  time  he  departed  and  it's  a  blissful  madness.  it  made  the  joining  all  the  sweeter  when  he  buried  himself  back  into  billy.  steve's  breathing  came  louder  with  billy  pressed  to  his  cheek.  he  nuzzled  back  against  him  and  focused  on  not  shooting  his  load  too  early.  fuck,  billy  felt  so  goddamn  good  holding  him,  taking  him.  sweat  lined  his  hairline  and  dripped  down  his  forehead,  cool  and  blanketing  his  skin.  ❝  not  gonna  stop…  ❞  he  assured  his  boyfriend.  steve  grabbed  billy's  hand  and  linked  their  fingers.  bringing  the  back  of  billy's  hand  to  his  shuttering  lips,  he  planted  a  kiss  to  it.  when  he  rocked  with  billy  through  his  wave  of  pleasure,  he  doubled  down  on  the  stroke.  hitting  his  spot  again  and  again  in  quick  succession  and  relentless  speed.  smack,  smack,  smack!  steve  wanted  to  hear  billy  scream  for  him.  he  half  rolled  over  top  of  billy  and  put  his  weight  into  the  thrusts. 

❝  not  ever  gonna  stop  til  you  scream  my  name,  baby!  ❞  his  breathing  was  a  thunderous  grunt  matching  the  beat  of  his  thrusting.  ❝  hng  hng  hng,  say  it,  baby!  tell  me  who  you're  made  for!  i  wanna  hear  you…  ❞  steve  resisted  the  urge  to  reach  for  billy's  erect  cock.  usually  delighting  in  their  mutual  stimulation,  steve  wanted  to  see  if  he  could  make  billy  cum  just  by  penetration.  put  the  money  where  billy's  mouth  was,  so  to  speak.  steve  reached  for  billy's  wrist  at  his  chin  and  held  him  there.  he  returned  the  kiss,  sloppily  and  just  as  needy.  his  teeth  ran  a  path  over  billy's  stubbled  chin  and  back  up  to  suckle  the  swollen  petals  of  his  lips.  his  tongue  smoothed  across  the  front  of  billy's  teeth  and  plundering  past  them  to  capture  his  tongue  and  suck  it  into  his  mouth.  breaking  for  air,  steve  moved  his  mouth  down  billy's  neck  and  over  the  ridge  of  his  shoulder.  he  bit  down  on  the  tendon  that  arched  perfectly  over  his  muscled  physique.  enough  to  make  a  mark  but  not  to  break  skin,  steve  soothed  the  offense  with  a  lathering  of  his  tongue  and  a  shower  of  kisses  from  his  lips. 

[chargedrawn]

Billy's in utter bliss. The world's shut out, and Steve's taking him to another place, another planet, another fucking life. There's only the heat of this moment, the heat of their skin, and the heat that coils in his lower belly with every slap, slap, slap of Steve's balls, heavy and hot, against his ass. It's a goddamn song, reserved only for them, a secret mixtape for their ears only, right now. The way Billy's grunts slip from his mouth, guttural and loud- the kick back drum beat to Steve pounding into him. He meets it, fuck he meets it, ruts back into him with his ass, cushiony-sweet into Steve's body. His arm is snaked around the arm with which Steve holds him. Billy's digging his fingers into Steve's forearms, firm, even against the sweat that's keeping them deliciously slick. He grins, wicked and loving, head thrown back and nestled against Steve's cheek. And Billy knows his boyfriend can feel it, his smile. The way his mouth upturns, stretches right against Steve's cheek like, Yeah baby. This is what you do to me. "Good," he pants out, shivering a bit at the feel of sweat running down the dips of his lower back. "Takin' me so good, can't fuckin' stop ruttin' into you, baby." It's instant, it's trust, it's a giving of himself-- the way Billy uncurls his fingers from Steve's arm, lets Steve interlace their fingers, guiding, guiding, guiding his hand to his lips. Tender, gentle. The perfect blend to the way they were going hot and heavy at each other. And that's when Billy's delightedly caught, feels Steve practically roll on top of his back, and it presses Billy's face deeper into the pillow, blonde curls wayward, messy, and sticking to the sweat beading on his forehead.

"Wanna be on top of me, baby? Press me down into the mattress as y'take me from behind? Throw all your weight onto me, baby, fuck-" Billy's playful, teasing tonight. Exploratory, searching for new buttons of pleasure that hit just right for Steve. "Settin' a challenge tonight, huh? Hng! Make me forget everything but your name!" His dick twitches hearing Steve's grunting commands. "I'm yours, Stevie. Made to take your pretty cock. And you're mine. Fit inside me so good, meant t'fuckin' be, baby." Billy's seeing white, feels the grip of Steve's hand on his wrist, keeping it there by his chin. Kisses him, needy and full of want. Billy's mouth opens willingly to the knock of Steve's tongue on his teeth. Crashes his tongue into Steve's, whimpers into his mouth when Steve sucks on his tongue. A heavy smack of their last kiss before breaking apart has Billy reeling, angling his neck so Steve can leave his trails of kisses. His breath hitches at the feel of teeth on his shoulder. Sharp and tender, teeth and tongue. Billy's brows knit, like he wants to turn his head, kiss Steve till they meet their release. But Steve's in the lead tonight, and Billy's here to encourage. Chatty, chatty. "Markin' me up, baby? Makin' sure everyone knows I'm yours?"

[lovedfoolish]

Every  breath.  Every  goddamn  breath…  Steve’s  overflowing  with  adoration  and  he  can’t  imagine  anyone  or  anything  else  in  this  world  filling  him  up  half  as  well  as  this  moment.  Here,  right  here.  Whatever  they  do  from  now  until  however  long  they  have  left  on  this  earth.  Steve  will  always  come  back  to  this.  The  look  on  Billy‘s  face,  the  feel  of  him  around  him  holding  him  taking  him  so  well  this  will  be  his  touchdown  the  moment  they  really  told  each  other  how  much  they  consumed  one  other.  It  wasn’t  a  greedy  sort  of  taking.  It  was  an  act  of  giving  everything  and  all  in  order  to  bring  one  another  to  that  peaceful  euphoric  place  that  place  that  only  existed  between  their  bodies.

Steve  hissed  when  Billy  played  with  his  nipple  and  laughed  a  little  because  there  was  always  room  for  humor  when  loving  someone.  Steve  promised  himself  silently  then  that  he  would  spend  a  good  deal  of  time  on  nipple  play  during  another  round  of  their  lovemaking  tonight.  His  cock  twitched  inside  Billy  when  his  boyfriend  took  hold  of  his  ass  and  squeezed  him.  That  drew  another  sharp  smile  from  him  as  he  looked  down  at  Billy.  Steve  took  in  Billy’s  panting,  breathless  words.  Needy  and  desperate  for  him  and  to  Steve,  that  seemed  enough  to  make  him  empty  himself  into  Billy.  He  took  a  few  steadying  deep  breaths  and  resisted  the  reckless  urge.  He  wiggled  his  hips,  enjoying  the  warm  pinch  of  Billy  around  his  thick  cock.  “So  good,  baby.  You  feel  so  fuckin  good.  If  I  wasn’t  so  hot  right  now,  I’d  cockwarm  in  you  until  we  had  to  go  again…”  Steve  had  other  plans.  There  was  time  enough  for  that  later.  Tonight  was  suspended  in  time  and  completely  theirs.

Steve’s  eyes  go  white  as  he  railed  Billy.  Making  sure  to  squeeze  his  arms  around  him  while  he  held  him  and  fucked  him  into  the  oblivion  of  their  own  making.  “I  love  you.”  Drifted  in  and  out  of  Steve’s  mind.  A  mess  of  sounds  in  Billy’s  hypnotic  voice  and  Steve  answering  back.  “  I  wanna  see  it,  Billy…  baby.  Gimme  that  sweet  load.  Show  me  how  I  do  you,  baby.  It’s  mine.  Show  me.”  Steve  encouraged.  His  throat  was  raw  from  his  sex  noises  and  devotional  confessions.  They  spoke  together,  over  each  other.  A  perfect  harmony  of  smutty  demands  and  darling  promises  of  forever.  Steve  took  Billy’s  lips,  breathing  into  him  as  he  continued  to  exert  himself  inside  his  lover.  “Love  you,  Billy.  Cum  for  me.  I  want  it.  Cum…  so  good-doin  so  good.  Angel.  Baby.  So  beautiful…”

He  staggered  his  thrusts,  riding  out  Billy’s  orgasm  with  long,  hard  strokes.  Burying  deep  to  hit  that  glorious  spot  inside  him  to  help  him  along  and  reach  a  higher  euphoria.  Steve  kissed  his  cheek,  his  head  and  his  open  mouth.  Whispering  his  praise  as  he  angled  his  head  down  to  watch  his  jizz  shoot  across  his  stomach.  The  heat  of  hit  had  Steve  hissing  in  pleasant  shock  and  satisfaction.  “That’s  it,  baby.  Look  at  that…  oh,  god  you  did  so  good.  Hmmm.”  Steve  stopped  thrusting  in  Billy,  still  hard  and  ready  to  burst.  He  wanted  to  finish  inside  Billy,  but  again,  there  was  time  enough  for  that.  Slowly  bringing  himself  out,  relishing  that  last  grip  and  suction  from  his  boyfriend,  Steve  took  hold  of  his  cock  and  directed  the  end  at  Billy’s  chest.  Pumping,  he  held  Billy’s  gaze  and  watched  the  flush  of  his  angelic  face  thanks  to  his  recent  climax.

“So  fucking  beautiful  like  that,  angel  baby.  All  worn  out  from  me  loving  you.  Hold  on,  baby.  Not  done  with  you  yet.”  Steve  finished  with  a  hoarse  cry,  squirting  his  load  onto  Billy’s  front.  Doubled  over  from  the  aftershocks,  his  nuzzled  his  face  against  Billy’s.  His  legs  quaking,  too  spent  to  hold  himself  up  anymore.  He  breathed  through  his  nose  and  pushed  through  as  if  he  were  training  instead  of  making  love.  He  took  his  palm  and  rubbed  Billy’s  still  warm  spunk  into  his  hairy  stomach.  Then  he  drew  patterns  on  Billy’s  skin  with  his  freshly  spent  cum.  “You  and  me.  Together.  Feels  good.”  Steve  looked  at  the  mess  in  a  daze  a  moment  longer  before  reaching  for  some  tissue  on  the  side  table  and  cleaning  them  up  before  it  had  time  to  dry.  Tossing  the  used  tissue  away,  Steve  finally  collapsed  beside  Billy  taking  him  up  in  his  arms  once  again.  Chest  to  chest.  Steve  burrowed  his  face  into  Billy.  Lazy  kisses  and  calmer  breathing.  Steve  took  solace  in  his  loverboy.  “Don’t  go  to  sleep.  Still  want  you  in  my  mouth.”  His  mouth  watered  from  the  words.

Steve  let  his  liquid  muscles  recover  for  a  few  minutes  before  moving  again.  One  arm  that  was  slung  over  Billy’s  side  came  around  to  massage  his  chest.  Nothing  sexy,  just  comforting  and  attentive.  After  a  while  his  fingertip  danced  around  his  nipple  then  plucked  like  a  loose  guitar  string.  Steve  had  a  song  in  mind.  “Won’t  ever  get  tired  of  what  you  do  to  me,  Billy.  Take  my  love  so  good,  angel.”  Pluck,  pluck,  pinch.  Steve  rubbed  circles  around  the  offense.  Lazily,  his  head  rolled  down  to  run  his  tongue  across  the  hardened  nipple.  He  suckled  and  nibbled  and  expelled  his  ragged  hot  breath  over  the  tortured  area.  His  fingertips  dragged  across  Billy’s  ribs  as  he  pulled  him  closer  underneath  his  hungry  mouth.  Then  he  started  in  the  other.

[chargedrawn]

Billy's blooming under Steve, with Steve. Knows this is love, this is adoration, this is a bond that is unbreakable. And Jesus Christ, does he love him with everything he's got. And what fills his heart the most is that he feels Steve's love just as strong, as true, as real. It wraps him up, feels good, so good, in his soul. Laughs a little with Steve when he does, too. "Feel good, baby?" His brows pinch when he sees Steve gets restless, knows he's close to his climax. "Oh, baby, you're so good, so hot. Fuckin' me good, wanna feel you finish. I'll take you again and again, baby. Always ready for you. Y'can cockwarm me later. Gives me somethin' to dream about."

Billy keeps his gaze with Steve as long as he can while shooting his load onto his boyfriend's stomach. But Steve's thrusting into him, good, so good, that Billy's throwing his head back, eyes closed, mouth parting in an O. "St-steve, Steve. Fuck! Steve!" Steve's name rolls off Billy's lips like a goddamn prayer. Shockwaves course through his body, trembling and shaking as he's giving him all he's got, and it's like there's still more- one last shot of cum, a thick rope lands on his hairy chest. Billy's heart's pumping in his ears, riding that high down. He opens his eyes. Looks at Steve wearing his cum. Shivers, smiling, flushed and heated under his boyfriend's praise. "Did so good for you, baby? Look at you, painted with my cum. So beautiful. Wanna be pretty like you, baby. Wanna feel you cum all over me, baby. Need it so bad. Please, baby."

He sighs when Steve pulls out of him, that feeling of emptiness a little like an ache. But Steve's right there, pumping his dick over his body. Billy licks his lips, still in a daze from his climax. His face is fucked into a state of pure bliss, but there's something eager on his face, in the curve of his mouth, smiling. "Loved me so good, baby. Took care of me so good. Now finish on me, baby. Please. Wanna see you undone. Cum for me." And then Steve's shooting his load all over Billy's stomach, warm and thick and all over his chest. "That's my baby, look at you. So fucking beautiful. Did so good. Hng!" Steve collapses onto him, and Billy's wrapping him in his arms, holding him close. Feels the sticky warmth of their cum mingle as they press up together, chest to chest, stomach to stomach. "I love you, Steve, so much," he whispers into his mouth. And it's slow, yet it's all too soon, and Steve's cleaning him up good, taking care of them in a way that has Billy falling in love even more. And what's more, it's always a little empty at this point, except, it's not because

Steve's drawing Billy into his arms, and Billy's hooking his leg over Steve's hip. Grounding them together, a tangling of limbs, of chests pressed together, of arms that hold. It's all-encompassing, it's everything. Billy's nesting into Steve, home sweet home. He's all brushing noses and lazy kisses. He's tracing his fingers along the moles scattered like stars across Steve's bare shoulder, connecting them together with his touch. He tucks his head underneath Steve's chin, lips grazing his neck, taking deep breaths to inhale his boyfriend's scent. "I won't go t'sleep," Billy promises, means it. "Got so much more for you, baby. Gonna feed you good." He shifts his weight, snuggles closer, licks and sucks Steve's neck, tender and attentive, before lifting his head to meet his gaze. This is the softest Billy's ever been, the safest he's ever been. Blue eyes are heavy, full of love, and his mouth holds a truth that comes out, blushing. "Steve, baby." He draws a hand up, cups his boyfriend's face. "It's never been like this for me." And it sounds a little silly, like Billy's not a blushing virgin. He's been around the block, knows Steve's not new to sex, either but, "Shit, baby, I just haven't gone multiple rounds like this before. Sex never felt this good, this right." He's blinking, all long lashes. Intimacy's good now. It's not something that leaves him used up. Not something done with girls just to stay safe. It's wanted. With Steve. "And I swear t'God, Steve, I can go all night now."

He lets the truth hang there bare between them. Strokes his thumb across Steve's cheek, keeps sinking into his gaze, not afraid of of the vulnerability. His lashes flutter shut when Steve answers with his hand on his chest. Hums deep, low in his chest. Starts tracing his fingers down along Steve's ribs, follows the cut by his hips-- goes up and down that line, slow gentle strokes. Billy's breath hitches once Steve starts playing with his nipples. Feels the titillating sensation perk his nipples and send blood down to his dick, hanging flaccid between their bodies, but not for long. "It's all for you, sweetheart. I'm made for lovin' you. And you're made for lovin' me- ah!" Billy hisses, shivers when Steve takes his nipple in his mouth, licking and nipping the bud. "Baby, you're hungry, huh? All eager. Gonna make me hard suckin' my nipples like that, you know that?" And Billy's grinning, letting out a breathy laugh, head thrown back, chest puffed out- giving his boyfriend unfettered access to him. Lets him suck and nip for a while before Billy wraps his arms tighter around Steve, rolling them until Steve's back is pressed against the mattress and Billy's lying on top of him, smiling into Steve's neck, placing heated kisses there, nipping and sucking. Indulges in the moment, ruts his hips into Steve, seeking friction, getting ready to take care of his baby...

[lovedfoolish]

long  blonde  lashes  framing  two  pooling  seas  of  blue.  goddamn,  steve  missed  this.  he  moaned  and  leaned  over  billy  while  he  teased  his  flesh.  growing  warm  from  the  attention  his  boyfriend  gave  after  so  long  going  without.  lust  fueled  his  blood  with  a  molten  lava,  but  billy  gave  him  the  best  heat  of  all.  warming  him  from  the  center  of  himself  and  throughout  so  that  steve  felt  like  he  could  brave  the  harshest  of  indiana's  winters.  he  ran  cold,  naturally.  living  in  an  empty  house  with  cardboard  cutout  parents,  steve  didn't  know  what  unconditional  love  could  feel  like.  seeing  his  own  hunger  reflected  back  in  billy's  eyes  broke  something  in  him.  hearing  his  words  of  concern  and  comfort  closely  followed  up  by  the  torturous  attention  he  gave  his  legs  and  then  his  hard  cock,  steve  couldn't  take  it.  he  was  shaking  from  the  reunion.  he  felt  like  he  didn't  work  half  as  hard  as  billy  did,  and  he  had  no  right  to  complain.  everything  they  both  did  was  all  to  keep  a  roof  over  their  head  and  food  in  the  cabinets.  a  struggle  steve  had  never  known  the  face  of.  but  it  was  worth  it  waking  up  to  billy's  face  every  morning. 

except,  the  past  couple  of  weeks,  he  didn't  get  to  see  billy's  face  in  the  morning.  or  at  night  when  he  got  home.  the  reward  for  all  their  troubles  was  cruelly  kept  from  them  as  if  they  were  stuck  inside  the  damned  rotation  of  a  swinging  door—constantly  caught  on  the  other  side.   this  is  good,  billy.  this  is  what  i  need,  baby.  i  need  you.  we  have  a  whole  day,  fuck.  i  can't  believe  it!   it  wasn't  enough,  but  steve  wasn't  about  to  waste  time  mourning  the  ticking  clock.  he  watched  billy  for  as  long  as  he  could  stand  it,  but  that  was  his  end  when  billy  sank  down  on  him  and  tickled  his  hair  with  the  tip  of  his  nose.  he  could  feel  him  breathing  him  in  and  the  moans  around  him  were  his  last  straw.  throwing  his  head  back,  steve  cried  out.  unable  to  keep  it  inside  and  muffle  it  into  demure  moans.  an  agonized  rip  pulled  from  his  chest  and  he  struggled  to  stay  straddled  on  the  side  of  the  tub.  his  butt  came  up  off  the  side  a  moment,  taking  billy  with  him.  he  thrust  involuntarily  into  billy's  throat  with  a  grunt. 

❝  fuck,  baby.  fuck-feels-so-damn-good!  shit!  gonna  cum…  it's  been  too  long,  ❞  he  said  all  in  one  heaving  breath.  steve  locked  eyes  with  billy  while  the  spit  drew  a  line  in  the  proverbial  sand.  billy  knew  good  and  goddamn  well  what  he  was  doing,  and  steve  smirked  down  at  his  troublesome  boyfriend.  giving  his  hair  a  firm  tug,  he  sat  himself  back  down  and  put  some  distance  between  his  lovelorn  cock  and  the  devil  of  a  man  who  pleasured  him.  his  needy  petting  left  a  trail  of  burning  pin  pricks  in  their  wake.  steve  shook  for  more.  he  stroked  himself  harder  while  billy  watched.  he  kept  his  hand  fixed  in  billy's  hair  to  hold  him  off  from  sucking  him  anymore  for  now.  open  mouth  and  staring  down  determinedly  at  billy,  he  slowed  his  pumping  fist  to  accept  billy's  kisses  to  his  knuckles.  ❝  i  missed  you  alright.  did  you  miss  me?  every  time  the  bar  door  swung  open,  thought  you  were  gonna  come  in  and  sweep  me  off  my  feet,  loverboy.  ❞  steve's  eyes  roved  down  to  billy's  naked  body  except  for  his  briefs.  it  looks  like  leftover  oil  stains  still  linger  on  his  body. 

clicking  his  tongue,  steve  shakes  his  head  with  disapproval.  ❝  did  you  even  take  a  shower  when  you  got  off  work?  ❞  steve  let  his  hand  fall  away  from  his  preening  cock  and  his  hand  swept  down  billy's  face  in  a  soft  caress.  ❝  not  yet,  hot  stuff.  i  got  a  better  idea.  climb  in.  i  wanna  give  you  a  good  bath.  i  can't  hardly  remember  what  you  look  like.  maybe  this'll  give  me  a  good  reminder.  ❞  his  lips  tilted  lopsided.  he  rose  to  his  feet  carefully  and  stepped  into  the  tub.  he  offered  his  hand  out  to  billy  to  help  him  step  inside.  ❝  take  those  briefs  off.  let  me  get  a  real  good  look.  ❞  steve  couldn't  think  of  a  better  way  to  reacquaint  himself  with  billy  and  every  inch  of  his  beautiful  body.  he  knew  this  wasn't  just  about  him  taking  care  of  billy,  though.  he  was  still  tired,  and  he  longed  for  billy's  agile  touch.  ❝  wash  my  hair?  ❞  the  water  had  reached  a  perfect  temperature  and  the  bathroom  had  begun  to  fog.  steve  cock  remained  painfully  at  attention,  but  he  ignored  it.  giving  his  balls  a  generous  grope  of  support,  he  steeled  himself  from  climax.  for  the  moment.  right  now,  he  wanted  to  wash  his  boyfriend's  body  and  get  his  hair  washed  by  him. 

[chargedrawn]

Steve's trembling from his touch, from his words, and Billy feels it in his soul. Something protective flares in him, darkening the desire written on his face with something more determined. Like Billy could lick and suck and kiss and fuck Steve together again. Healing, healing, healing Steve's weary bones, that heavy tiredness in his eyes, and that hesitation he carried on his skin. Like Steve felt he was not enough, was not doing enough. It lit a fire in Billy, hell bent with desire to give him the loving he needed, the reminder of how much he loved him, and leave no doubt that he was his hard-working man. "Fuck, Steve," Billy murmurs between licks and sucks. "You've been workin' so hard. Pullin' double shifts for me. For us. I can't fuckin' take it, seein' you work til you drop. You're so tired, baby, let me take care of you. Got done early for you. I'm all yours. A whole damn day." The ache of being apart was too damn much, and Billy's spilling out that pain of their separation in the desperation of his words and with the fervor by which he takes Steve's cock in his mouth. With hunger, with reverence, and

Billy's smirking with a mouth full of Steve's cock, fucking delighted when he hears his boyfriend cry out in pleasure. Thinks, That's it, baby. That's my man. That smirk grows wider when Steve can't keep his butt on the rim of the tub. Because of him. Because of the way Billy's sucking on his cock, taking him so well. And he's rewarded for his efforts, feeling Steve lift him by his hair, a little rough, a little desperate. Feels Steve's cock slam into the back of his throat; makes tears well in his eyes. Full, so full. Of Steve. Of his praises, like Billy just might cum in his briefs over it. He keeps his gaze with Steve once he pops off, licks his lips, greedy, not wasting any last bit of his heady taste. "You like my mouth on your pretty cock, baby?" It's teasing, it's playful, like Billy knows how to suck his baby good, and the way Steve smirks down at him affirms he knows it, too. "Gonna make you come on my mouth. Shoot your load off on me, Steve. Feed me so good." But Steve's got a fistful of his curls, and he's holding him back. Immediate frustration knots Billy's brows, forming cute little lines there. He scrunches his nose, freckles all bunched together. Impatient, Billy's impatient. His body shivers with pleasure at the way Steve's gaze turns determined. Dogged in his desire. Sees Steve's body shake in answer, and Billy's hands are all over his thighs. Soothing him. "I missed you, so much. Couldn't fuckin' sleep right without you. Thought every customer at the garage was gonna be you, baby. You, comin' to ask me t'take you home."

And now it's Billy's turn. He's trembling, weak at the knees and he's not even fucking standing yet. Because Steve's cupping his face, taking over, wrapping Billy in the safety he needs to let go. Blinks a little, like Billy's holding back tears. He missed Steve. Missed him so much. "Didn't get t'shower. Too damn tired." He nuzzles his face into Steve's hand, plants a kiss on his palm. And make no mistake; Billy's a little pissed Steve won't let him finish sucking him off, huffs a little over it. Bitchy, bratty. But Steve's plan sounds good, so good, and Billy nods. He stands up, takes Steve's hand. Laughs a little, like it's a hum deep in his chest. "Such a gentleman, pretty boy. Gettin' me into the tub so you can get a good look at me." He steps in, one foot after the other, until they're standing chest to chest. Billy grins, makes no effort to hide the way his eyes drag down Steve's form as he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his briefs, and pulls them off. One, hard stroke. His cock springs out as he does so, hard and throbbing and erect, flushed pink and glistening with precum. Billy steps out of his briefs, tosses them outta the tub. "Look at me, baby. Look what you do to me." He reaches out, takes Steve's hand, their fingers intwining, and places Steve's hand on his cock. Billy's eyelids flutter shut, hissing from the touch. "Do you remember what I look like now?" It's spoken, low and sweet, with that edge of challenge. Remember me, baby. Remember me.

There was a time Billy thought he wasn't beautiful, not with all these scars on his body. But Steve had washed that doubt from him long ago. He feels beautiful, all naked in front of him. For him. Billy leans in, lifts a bit on his toes to gain some height, kisses Steve on the lips, soft and sweet and caring, so caring. "I'll wash your hair, sweetheart. And you can wash my body. Wanna feel your hands all over me again. Want you t'remember me. Remember us." Billy lifts a hand. Tucks a stray lock of brown hair behind Steve's ear. Smiles soft, though it turns a little devilish as Billy turns around, ass facing Steve as he grabs the shampoo bottle. Takes his time squeezing the contents out. Turns around only after he's sure Steve got a good look at what he's missed. "C'mere baby." Billy murmurs. And then his fingers are in Steve's hair, rubbing his scalp in deep circles. Working it up into a lather-- the shampoo, and their breaths. Billy leans in, presses his body up against Steve's. Makes sure he feels how hard he is, because of him. "That feel good, huh? My hard-workin' man. Beautiful, so goddamn beautiful. Gotta make sure we take care of your pretty hair, baby."

[lovedfoolish]

until  you…  it  was  like  a  band  started  to  play  and  billy's  two  little  words  were  an  old  crooner  from  back  in  his  parents'  day  serenading  him  from  behind  billy's  eyes.  it  was  a  weight  off  him  but  also  a  more  assuring  one  settling  into  the  pit  of  him.  he  was  exactly  where  and  who  he  was  supposed  to  be:  with  billy  and  his.  steve  used  to  think  it  was  cheesy  in  movies  when  the  lovers  would  tell  each  other  their  lives  didn't  begin  until  they  met  each  other.  like  no  one  else  in  the  world  mattered  but  them.  it  turned  steve's  stomach  and  made  him  look  at  the  figures  on  his  screen  like  they  were  a  couple  of  selfish  assholes.  steve  wasn't  converted  on  that  fact  because  of  billy,  but  rather,  he  understood  that  the  other  people  they  shared  in  their  lives  were  still  important.  because  they  shared  them.  like  they  shared  each  other.  the  give  and  take  wasn't  a  question,  and  neither  of  them  were  keeping  score  no  matter  how  much  they  teased  each  other  about  it.  until  billy,  steve  didn't  realize  just  how  important  he  could  be  to  the  people  in  his  life.  including  billy. 

steve's  eyes  slid  closed  at  billy's  touch.  his  body  sank  further  down  into  billy  and  his  mind  quieted  at  his  words  and  his  press  of  skin  to  skin  where  their  faces  met.  steve  felt  the  hard  dick  of  billy's  desire  press  into  his  front  while  they  kissed  madly.  he  struggled  for  breath  but  welcomed  the  sweet  burning  in  his  chest  in  favor  of  billy's  taste.  steve's  arms  came  around  billy  and  pulled  him.  closer,  never  close  enough.  naked  and  sweating,  they  melded  against  each  other—losing  purchase  from  slipping  against  each  other's  sweat  and  fever  only  to  regain  it  all  the  stronger.  his  cock  met  the  sensitive  friction  of  billy's  cock,  and  steve  nibbled  at  billy's  audible  hiss.  his  own  groan  joining  in  and  humming  against  their  mouths.  steve  thrust  his  hips  to  recreate  the  static  again.  again.  his  groans  increasing.  his  warm  precum  smeared  across  the  area  of  his  stomach  and  disappeared  into  the  trail  of  hair  that  ran  down  to  his  privates. 

his  dick  his  harder  than  it  was  during  their  first  round.  throbbing  and  jerking  up  to  meet  some  relief  that  he  couldn't'  find  quite  yet.  steve  came  back  to  the  moment,  opening  his  eyes  to  meet  billy's  as  he  spoke.  his  breath  hitched  when  he  called  his  name.  he  wanted  billy  to  say  it  again.  licking  his  own  lips,  he  listened  as  billy  said  what  he  said  next.  he  watched  the  movement  of  his  mouth  as  each  word  formed.  a  weight  tugged  him  down  along  with  billy's  steady  grip  in  his  hair.  his  eyes  rolled  back  shortly  at  the  pull  before  focusing  again  on  billy.  silence  sat  between  them  apart  from  their  breathing  and  soft  moans.  steve  kissed  billy  slow.  like  they  were  on  a  first  date  it  was  their  first  time.  it  was  exploratory  and  open  mouthed.  soft.  over  their  tongues,  steve  said,  ❝  i  love  you,  billy  baby.  i'll  never  love  anybody  else.  with  everything  i've  got,  i  love  you.  ❞  he  reached  for  the  lube  on  the  beside  table  just  beside  the  abandoned  ashtray  where  they  lingering  trills  of  smoke  wafted  from  the  smothered  cigarettes.  taking  a  crumpled  half  cigarette  with  a  couple  of  fingers  as  his  palm  cradled  the  bottle  of  lube,  he  brought  it  quickly  to  his  lips.  then  reached  again  for  a  lighter.  he  lit  it  and  passed  it  off  to  billy,  holding  it  for  him  against  his  lips. 

letting  go  of  billy,  steve  went  to  work  on  the  lube  bottle.  popping  it  open  but  not  rushing  to  coat  himself  with  a  moist  layer  on  his  cock  and  then  billy's.  steve  took  an  opportunity  to  lean  forward  while  he  did  this  and  lick  a  rolling  strand  of  sweat  from  his  chest  where  it  rolled  off  his  shoulder.  lust  darkened  his  brown  eyes  and  he  smirked  at  billy.  his  tongue  found  the  circle  of  his  nipple  and  swirled  the  tip  around  the  pebbled  flesh.  he  dragged  his  teeth  down  over  it  to  harden  it  further.  then  he  put  some  on  his  two  fingers  and  fingered  billy's  ass.  his  elbows  hooked  underneath  billy's  knees  and  held  the  weight  of  them  as  he  urged  him  to  open  his  legs  wider  for  him.  ❝  you  ready  for  me,  baby?  i  can't  wait  any  longer.  i  need  you  so  fuckin'  bad  right  now.  ❞  he  tossed  the  lube  bottle  back  on  the  night  stand  and  took  hold  of  his  cock.  he  lined  up  with  billy  and  relaxed  back  into  the  mattress.  holding  billy  against  him  as  he  was  cradled  by  billy.  ❝  i  never  want  to  be  anywhere  else,  but  right  here,  with  you,  baby.  you're  so  fucking  beautiful  beneath  me,  hard  as  a  fuckin'  rock.  i  make  you  hard  like  that,  billy?  it's  fuckin'  amazing.  i  want  it  in  my  mouth—want  you  inside  me,  baby.  but  gotta  fuck  you  first—gotta  have  you…  ❞

steve  eased  his  twitching  cock  into  billy  in  slow  sections.  with  every  inch  he  was  entering  him,  his  eyes  found  billy's  to  shine  with  love  for  him.   stroke  yourself,  baby.  tell  me  how  good  i  feel  inside  you.  only  you.  all  of  you.   he  buried  himself  to  the  hilt  with  a  guttural  groan  and  his  body  shook  from  the  intensity  of  relief  to  be  surrounded  by  billy's  heat.  chest  to  chest  for  a  moment,  steve  took  a  second  before  he  picked  himself  up  again  and  began  to  thrust.  slow  but  firm  returns  to  billy  and  he  shook  the  rest  of  the  bed.  the  smacking  of  their  wet  skin  was  a  marriage  of  hurried,  shallow  breathing  and  deep,  satisfying  fucking.  ❝  shoot  your  cum  on  me—let  me  feel  you  finish.  i  wanna  see  you.  ❞  steve  huffed  and  watched  billy  with  an  open  mouth.  his  tongue  suckled  his  own  lips  then  he  leaned  in  to  steal  a  long  kiss  from  billy.  ❝  i  love  you  ❞  he  said  again  into  his  mouth. 

[chargedrawn]

They're together, like Billy belongs Steve, and Steve belongs to Billy. The way sand and surf belong to each other, the way the moon and the tides are drawn to each other, the way their hands and bodies and souls fit together. The beginning and ending to everything. Steve sinks down onto his body, and Billy feels the world become this, just this. His kisses are deep, tongue dipping into Steve's mouth before sealing it with a tender nip to his bottom lip. Billy drags his teeth back, bringing Steve's lip with him, a yearning, a longing. Sighs, a little Ah! as Steve gathers him in his arms, pulls him closer. Blows out a breath, airy kinda soft and found, a little laugh. A little grin. Because their bodies slip, all sweat-slicked. Steve just holds on tighter, and Billy's arms come up in answer, hooking around Steve's neck. Together, together,

Like the tingling friction of their cocks. Billy closes his eyes, moans into Steve's mouth, giving himself. Then kisses, swallows Steve's groan in answer. And it's a little impatient, a little heated, but Billy bucks his hips into Steve, meets his thrusting with his own. Feels the pressure mounting, the spill of Steve's precum, sticky, warm, sweet against his belly. Billy's cock twitches against Steve's body, hardening, flushed pick at the tip and a quarter down the shaft. Smiles into their kisses, feeling how hard Steve is against him. Body shivers, excited. Feels the anticipation of Steve's cock in him, filling him up. He keeps Steve's gaze, blue eyes gentle, full of love, softening, softening at the way Steve's breath hitches when he says his name. The way Steve watches his mouth and comes undone a bit as he tugs at his hair. Billy's a little rough, to let him know he's here, then sweet, releases his grip, rubs soothing circles into Steve's scalp. But even those gentle caresses slowly begin to fade as they kiss, softer now, slower, slower. Memorizing tongues and taste and lips and,

i love you, billy baby.

Billy's breath sticks in his throat, lips parted in a soft o. Billy's always been strong, so strong. Muscles toned, braced, and ready for anything. But his whole body relaxes in Steve's grip. He lifts his head, nuzzling against Steve's cheek, pressing kisses on his jawline, then the corner of his mouth, and his nose. Blinking back tears, happy ones, until they're slipping past his lashes, down his cheeks. Loved, so loved, his heart's singing. Songs talk about dying in a lover's arms, but Billy's alive, so alive, in Steve's arms. Feels his love for Steve, feels Steve's love for him, covering every inch of his skin until it sinks, bone deep, soul deep. "I love you, Steve," he murmurs, only after he opens his eyes and looks into Steve's gaze. Because he needs to, needs to see his eyes, his face, when he says it. "I love you. Deeper than the ocean, baby. With every goddamn breath, I love you." He slips his hands away from Steve's neck, lets him reach for the lube and the cigarettes, but not without tracing his fingers along Steve's chest, thumbs running back and forth along his nipples, feeling the budding hardness there. Opens his mouth willingly, lets Steve place the cigarette between his lips. Takes a drag, unblinking as he gazes at Steve, eyes full of promise of what else he'll take in his mouth, just like this.

Billy exhales the smoke, settles his body deep into the mattress, licks his lips as Steve strokes himself with lube. "You're beautiful, you know that? My pretty boy. Make love to me, baby-- ah!" Steve's hand is on his cock, cool lube and warm hand making his dick twitch and heat pool low in his belly. He lifts his chin, ready to meet Steve as he leans toward him, but Steve's got other plans. Dips down and takes his nipple in his mouth. Billy's sensitive spot, sweet spot, his nipples. Steve knows. "Fuck, Steve." But he's biting his lip, grinning as he says it. Runs his hands down Steve's back, dipping down and up over his ass. Grabs his ass with both hands, squeezing, pulling him closer, as Steve's fingers stretch him. His legs go slack, opening wider, a huffy whimper, lost in Steve stretching him. Heat's rising, impatient, and, "Yes, Steve, yes baby. I'm ready. Need you in me so fuckin' bad. Fillin' me up. Please, baby." Billy throws his head back into the pillow when Steve lines up with him, neck exposed, holding his breath. His body flushes, grin forming on his mouth. "So fuckin' hard for you, Stevie, baby. Just for you. Wanna fuck that pretty mouth, fill you good after you have me, baby."

Steve's slow, tender, eases his cock into him in a way that has Billy sighing and moaning and twitching around his cock, milking him good. He keeps his gaze with Steve, ragged breath and all. His dick's throbbing just listening to Steve's gentle commands. Billy's spitting into his hand, reaching for his dick, gives it slow strokes. "You feel so good inside me, baby. Fillin' me up, so thick. Want you, all of you, buried deep in me. Fuckin' me good, baby. Right there, Steve, ah-" Steve's bottoming out in him and falling into his chest. Billy's lifting his knees up, locking his ankles around Steve's waist, anchoring him there. "Take a minute, baby. Feel me tight around you. Tell me how good it feels," Billy's purring, kissing Steve on the mouth until he pulls away. Begins thrusting into him, shaking the bed and Billy's soul. He's panting. Losing his breath. "Fuck me deep. I want all of you, baby. In me. Just like this." Steve hits that sweet spot, and Billy's rolling his eyes back, mouth open, moaning. Reaches between their bodies, grabs his dick again. "Want my cum, baby? Wanna see me shoot my load for you? See how you take care of me so good? See--"

And Steve's shutting him up in the best way by kissing him on the mouth. Long and slow and loving, so loving. Billy's tender, lips gentle. "I love you, Steve. Love you so fuckin' much. You know that? Never gonna stop lovin' you, baby." Billy's close now, like Steve telling him he loves him could just make him cum right there, full of love. "Stevie, baby, I'm gonna-" He pulls his hand away from his cock, reaches with both arms around Steve, pulling him closer. Never close enough. Kissing his mouth, deep and hurried. Feels Steve thrusting into him and the friction of his cock against Steve's body and he's, he's,

Undone, shooting his load up onto Steve's stomach, a hot, thick rope emptying out his balls as Billy's clenching around Steve's cock, feeling nothing but love, love, love, and Steve, Steve, Steve...

[chargedrawn]

@lovedfoolish

They're side by side, tucked together like spoons. Moonlight slips through that troublesome space between the two curtains. Bathes their hips in cool light. Naked. A tangling of limbs, heated kisses, joined bodies. Billy's got his ass pressed up into Steve, who's taking him good, so good. Grinding into each thrust, meeting him halfway. Feels the temporary ache every time Steve pulls back, their bodies peeling off each other, sticky with sweat, before joining again in a sinful clap. Billy throws his head back, panting, nuzzles against his cheek. "Shit, baby, don't stop." It's a plea, it's a beg. Billy's running hot, and he's always running hot, but this is different. Feels it coiling from deep within, because Steve's stoking that flame just right. Sweat's beading across Billy's pecs before giving way to gravity, slipping into the dip between them. Steve strokes his prostate, the curve of his cock hitting him, deep and sensitive. And it unleashes a heated moan from Billy, ragged and gasping and uninhibited. Lashes flutter shut, Billy's just fully joined with Steve, and he's full, so full. Seeing colors in his head he didn't know existed.

And that's when Steve's mouth presses into his ear. ❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

Billy's body shudders, flushing warm, cheeks red. Blossoms under Steve's praise. Feels his body relax in Steve's grasp. Surrendered, completely. "Made for you, baby. Made to take your sweet cock." Billy's leaking onto his stomach, cock bouncing against his skin as Steve ruts into him. Runs his tongue over his lips, breathing heavy through his nose before reaching back with one hand. Hooks his fingers under Steve's chin. Draws their mouths together. Kisses him, open-mouthed, wet, and needy.

[lovedfoolish]

he  had  worked  a  double  shift  at  the  hideout.  it  wasn't  like  it  was  working  an  eighteen  hour  shift  in  a  hospital  or  somewhere  that  depended  on  life  or  death,  but  for  some  of  the  regulars,  it  was  crucial  to  their  personal  survival  that  the  dive  bar  opened  for  a  few  hours  in  the  earlier  parts  of  the  day.  ten  to  one  then  open  again  that  night  from  five  to  three.  steve  came  home  to  their  modest  trailer  to  catch  a  few  hours  between  those  shifts,  but  he  missed  billy  going  out  to  the  garage  for  his  work  day.  he  buried  his  weary  face  into  the  scent  left  on  billy's  pillow  before  his  alarm  woke  him  up  again  to  go  back  to  the  bar  for  the  rest  of  the  night.  turning  over  the  pillow  to  hide  the  drool  stains,  he  rushed  back  out  of  the  door.  it  felt  like  actual  days  since  he  last  saw  billy's  face.  felt  his  body  against  his. 

that  morning,  when  he  staggered  into  the  door  dropping  his  keys  on  the  kitchen  island,  steve  made  a  beeline  for  the  freezer.  he  popped  some  ice  cubes  out  of  the  ice  tray  and  rubbed  them  on  the  back  of  his  neck.  the  night  was  sweltering,  signaling  summer  had  well  and  truly  arrived.  the  hustle  and  bustle  of  the  bar  work  was  still  tight  on  his  shoulders.  steve  reached  back  to  run  the  cubes  along  his  knotted  muscles  there.  he  imagined  billy  to  be  dead  asleep  after  the  hard  day  he  had.  he  chest  tightened  at  the  thought  of  waking  him  with  his  need.  steve  didn't  want  to  be  selfish.  he  missed  him,  though.  tiptoeing  down  the  narrow  hall  of  the  trailer,  he  peered  straight  down  into  the  darkness  to  find  billy's  figure  in  the  bed. 

steve  moved  down  the  hall  but  ducked  into  the  bathroom.  figuring  a  shower  would  ease  him  and  spare  billy  some  extra  sleep,  he  cut  on  the  shower's  water  to  a  lukewarm  temperature.  stripping  himself,  he  anchored  his  arms  on  either  side  of  the  sink  and  gazed  blankly  into  the  mirror.  the  sight  of  himself  wasn't  comforting,  so  steve  sat  himself  on  the  edge  of  the  narrow  tub  and  waited  for  the  water  to  get  warmed  up.  he  was  about  to  swing  his  legs  over  and  climb  in  when  motion  caught  his  attention.  the  bathroom  door  opened,  and  there  stood  the  person  he  longed  to  see  the  most.  a  tired  smile  painted  his  lips  and  desire  haunted  the  shadows  of  his  heavy  eyes.  ❝  hey,  baby.  sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  wake  you.  ❞

[  taste  ]  sender  drops  to  their  knees  and  starts  kissing  up  the  inside  of  receiver’s  thighs

sharp  breath  filled  his  nose  when  he  felt  his  lover  at  his  thighs.  steve  immediately  slid  his  fingers  through  the  golden  curls  of  his  hair  and  stroked  billy's  jaw.  ❝  i  missed  you  so  much.  ❞  the  words  poured  from  him  like  an  aching  wound.  ❝  but  we  don't  have  to  right  now.  i'll  make  this  quick,  and  we  can  go  to  bed  and  sleep.  do  you  work  tomorrow?  i  got  someone  to  cover  for  me  in  the  morning…  ❞  the  longer  billy  stayed  like  he  was,  the  more  steve's  words  slurred.  whatever  good  intentions  he  playacted  through,  his  hands  were  telling  a  different  story.  steve  petted  him  down  his  back  and  encouraged  him  by  taking  fistfuls  of  hair  in  this  hands  and  brushing  back  his  hair  away  from  his  face.  the  more  to  see  him  and  what  he  was  doing  to  him.  steve's  cock  hardened  the  moment  billy  came  through  the  bathroom  door.  shifting  on  his  seat  at  the  tub's  side,  he  rocked  his  hips  toward  billy.  opening  himself  completely.  his  balls  felt  heavy  and  aching.  steve  reached  beneath  and  cradled  his  sack,  fondling  the  desperate  need  into  a  subdued  temper.  goosebumps  broke  out  on  his  legs  and  the  hairs  on  his  body  stood  on  end.  one  stroke.  steve  spit  hard  into  his  own  palm.  another  stroke.  ❝  i  thought  about  you  all  day,  billy.  ❞

[chargedrawn]

They're ships in the night, and Billy fucking hates it. He's filled with an ache, a longing, an emptiness. Shift work, off center, keeping them out of orbit. The hours they keep away from each other is a slow and torturous thing. Feels like Billy's heart's being ripped out daily. And it is, because Billy's heart is with Steve, and Steve's not here, and it's like Billy's heart's beating to the tune of lonely cries, uneven and painful. He sleeps in their loving bed alone on Steve's side. Where the mattress still holds Steve's shape, and Billy's curling into it like it could be Steve, holding him. Cuts out a guttural sob, restless sleeping. Wakes alone, and suddenly, Billy's running cold.

His hands work hard at the garage. Fixing cars, getting them running again. These scarred hands know this work. But Billy's hands were made to hold Steve, not engines. Not the engine that took all week to rebuild. It was long work, Billy's hands deep in the engine, puffing through cigarettes, stressed and aching, aching, aching. Brows knit, concentrated in his work, getting it fucking done and done well because he's Billy and his hands can do the work. He finishes, gets off work. One day off. And Billy returns home like a soldier from war to an empty bed. Strips into his briefs. Passes out on Steve's side. Asleep, except his heart's awake. Listening with every beat until,

The sound of running water in the bathroom wakes him up. And it's like he can feel Steve already, wrapped around him. He's out of bed, across the room, and into the bathroom.

Billy's heart cracks, seeing the tired smile on Steve's lips. Desire pools low in his belly, sets his body on fire. Billy's warming up, bathed in Steve's gaze. But he's sick, so sick, looking at Steve wearing himself down. His brows pinch. Lips draw flat into a frown. "Stevie, baby." He steps into the bathroom, makes his way to the tub, and takes Steve's hands in his. "Fuck, y'shoulda gotten me up. Can't take it, you workin' like this. Bein' apart."

And like, that's enough. Billy's had enough. No more being apart. He kneels down in front of Steve, bare knees pressing into the cool bathroom tiles. He leans in, lips and teeth grazing up Steve's thigh, working inwards. Feels the heat of his love's cock growing hard, ghosting his cheek. And it takes all of him not to take Steve in his mouth right now, but Billy nuzzles into the his thigh, sucks the soft skin there, then sinks his teeth in, hard with want, with longing. Sings his apology with his tongue. "I missed you, Steve," he murmurs, pulling away just enough to look up at him, all blue eyes and long lashes. "Let me take care of you, baby. I'm off. All day. Got the job done, so we got the whole day." Billy doesn't hear the rest of Steve's playacting. Knows it's just that. Keeps his eyes with Steve, runs his tongue, flat, from the base of his cock up to the tip, swirling there, lapping up salty precum. And then Steve's hands are on him, stroking down his back, taking fistfuls of his curls. Billy's heart flips, feels his dick, hard, straining against his briefs.

Long lashes flutter, and he takes the tip into his mouth. Teasing, slow, tongue swirling circles clockwise, then counter-clockwise. Pops off the tip with a wet sucking sound before diving back in, sinking his mouth an inch deeper. Takes one hand, wraps an index finger and thumb around the base of Steve's cock, stroking upward. Takes another inch of him, humming, breathing in Steve's scent, warm heat. And it takes all of him not to take his cock fully, feel the tip press against the back of his throat. Because Billy's waiting. Waiting for Steve. And it comes. Steve's opening his legs, shifting his hips toward him, and that's all Billy needs. Plants both hands onto Steve's thighs, fingers digging in. Sinks down onto Steve's cock with a moan. Hollows out his cheeks when his nose brushes against the nest of hair at the base. Then pulls off, slow, languid, blue eyes lifting to watch Steve's reaction.

There's a trail of spit from the tip of Steve's cock to Billy's mouth when he pulls off, smiling like a fucking tease, eyes full of want. "Miss me, baby?" His hands are gentle, soothing, petting along Steve's thighs. Fingers run along the goosebumps, warming him up. Feels the heat on his cheeks when Steve spits into his palm and strokes his balls. "Miss my mouth takin' your sweet cock? Gotta touch yourself, thinking about me, baby. So beautiful." Billy dips his head, presses kisses along Steve's knuckles as he fondles himself. He nestles closer, warm and safe in between Steve's legs. "Need you balls deep in my mouth, baby," he murmurs into his skin before running his tongue up the length of Steve again, mouth hovering at rest along the tip to whisper:

"So you don't fuckin' forget me."

[lovedfoolish]

they  were  naked  and  smoking.  one  thing  was  more  commonplace  between  them  while  the  other  was  an  intriguing  introduction  to  their  routine.  steve's  room  had  never  felt  like  more  of  a  blank  canvas  than  right  now,  lounging  in  the  messed  up  bedcovers  of  his  bed  with  billy.  steve  was  stretched  out  at  the  foot,  ankles  crossed  over  one  another  and  cigarette  dangling  off  his  lips  while  his  fingers  created  a  lazy  v  to  cradle  it  back  into  his  hold  once  he  was  done  inhaling.  the  smoke  did  much  of  the  work  to  blur  their  surroundings.  it  transported  them  to  a  world  in  between.  one  that  was  safer  than  the  alternative.  a  world  of  two.  sweat  nestled  in  the  thick,  brown  hair  of  steve's  bare  chest.  it  tickled  as  it  slipped  down  his  navel,  and  in  a  drowsy  daze,  he  glanced  down  to  follow  the  drop  with  his  stoic  gaze.  he  was  overcome  with  a  dull  sort  of  realization.  a  deeply  rooted  and  effecting  jolt  that  hit  him  like  a  warm  wave,  lulling  him  into  submission.  steve  was  happy.  naked  as  he  was  in  front  of  the  mercy  of  billy's  eyes  and  body  and  soul,  he'd  never  before  felt  so  at  peace  with  the  vulnerability. 

you  feel  like  home.

the  phrase  danced  through  the  air  like  a  lullaby.  steve  took  it  in  like  the  cigarette  smoke,  unhurriedly  but  needfully  into  his  lungs.  his  eyes  gradually  found  their  way  from  the  spot  on  his  body  to  billy's  face.  then  he  let  his  study  wander  over  billy's  form.  steve's  flaccid  dick  lay  spent  over  the  nest  of  hair  on  his  thigh,  but  he  twitched  to  life  with  billy's  confession.  his  heart  sputtered  in  the  cage  of  his  ribs,  and  not  for  the  first  time  that  night,  he  felt  the  warmth  radiating  from  billy  directly  to  steve—welcoming  him  and  enveloping  him  in  the  much  needed  heat  of  his  love.  folding  his  legs  into  himself,  steve  rose  on  the  mattress  to  perch  himself  on  his  knees  in  front  of  billy.  cigarette  held  in  his  teeth,  he  took  a  final  drag  then  leaned  over  to  the  beside  table  to  stamp  it  out  in  the  ashtray.  he  watched  this  action  until  he  redirected  his  focus  to  billy.  closer  now,  his  face  hovered  in  front  of  billy's  with  a  dark  determination.  the  spell  of  his  smoke  blew  out  of  the  corner  of  his  mouth,  careful  not  to  burn  billy's  eyes  by  going  all  in  his  face.  he reached over when he was done, plucking billy's cigarette from his fingers and giving it the same fond goodbye. parting  his  knees,  steve  took  a  few  more  wobbly  steps  crawling  up  the  bed  until  he  straddled  billy.  his  hands  braced  themselves,  palms  splayed  across  his  lower  belly.  ❝  you  mean  that,  handsome?  ❞ 

it  was  a  thoughtless  question  and  had  the  power  to  kill  the  moment.  save  for  the  tenderness  that  steve  spoke  it.  each  word,  each  inflection  bore  the  nakedness  he  was  just  contemplating.  billy's  words  weren't  light  themselves,  and  there  should've  been  no  room  to  misinterpret  them  as  pillow  talk  that  could  be  swept  away  with  the  morning  light.  still…  steve  had  to  know  for  sure.  because  it  was  how  he  felt.  if  billy  didn't  mean  it  completely,  steve  wouldn't  be  able  to  recover  from  something  like  that.  steve  curled  forward  and  laid  his  cheek  on  the  center  of  billy's  chest.  his  face  burrowed  into  the  small  indention  where  billy's  pecs  met.  his  lips  traced  the  line  and  planted  a  soft  kiss  to  the  beat  of  his  heart.  breath  mingling  over  billy's  warm  flesh,  steve  let  the  barest  hint  of  his  tongue  bath  the  skin  there.  his  words  escaping  with  the  action. 

❝  you—to  me.  are  more  than  i  could  ever  hope  for…  i  didn't  know  what  love  was.  what  home  could  be.  ❞  steve  raised  himself  up  again,  finding  billy's  eyes.  his  hands  cupped  either  side  of  billy's  head.  he  took  a  savage,  deep  kiss.  teeth  and  tongue  begging  to  be  let  in.  his  breathing  tore  out  of  his  ravaging  mouth  like  a  hissing,  wild  animal.  his  cock  surged  to  life,  erecting  with  all  the  intensity  of  his  admission.  the  tip  poked  into  billy's  stomach  and  laid  hard  and  flat  against  the  hot  surface  of  billy's  skin.  his  veins  throbbed  from  the  rush  of  blood  filling  him  and  the  excitement  of  being  this  close  to  billy.  and  also,  with  the  possibility  that  it  would  all  evaporate  like  the  cloud  of  smoke  around  them.  steve  could  never  feel  like  he  expressed  enough  with  words  how  much  he  loved  billy.  his  actions  tended  to  do  the  talking  for  him.  although,  he  knew  being  a  man  of  action  was  often  as  shallow  as  an  empty  promise.  his  heroic  deeds  mistaken  for  grabs  of  glory  and  idol-forging. 

he  didn't  want  to  take  physically  from  billy  and  be  content  with  the  false  belief  that  was  enough  to  express  how  he  felt  for  him.  slowing  his  kiss,  steve  broke  away  with  a  soft  smack  of  lips.  forehead  resting  against  his,  steve  tried  to  calm  his  erratic  breathing.  ❝  you  feel  like  how  it's  supposed  to  be  when  everything  is  right.  ❞  his  eyes  were  still  closed  when  he  said  it.  peeling  them  open,  steve  let  his  hands  fall  down  to  billy's  chest.  seeking  the  comforting  strum  of  his  heartbeat  against  his  aching  palms.  aching  to  take  and  hold  billy  all  the  closer. 

[chargedrawn]

They are at anchor, intwined breath exhaling smoke, joining together above them. Creating a haze, a space, a shelter that harbors them. The rolling smoke hangs in the air like soft waves, slow and easy, in direct contrast to their release moment's prior. Hot and heavy, Billy's release from Steve's touch left him spent, dick limp along the hard lines of his muscular thigh. Bliss, peace, safe. Bare skin slick with a sheen of sweat, his body and soul and breath coming down, down, into the mattress. He's lying with Steve, naked, stretched out at the top of the bed. But it's like Billy's always finding his way back home, swimming into Steve's waters. His legs stretch out, drape over Steve's thighs. Warm, heavy with a weight that is comfortable, grounding. It's the only place they touch, and Billy's wrapping his head around how he still feels Steve everywhere, in his soul and bones. He takes a drag of the cigarette, slow deep. Lets it circle in his lungs as his eyes wander over Steve's form. And it's like Billy's eyes are smiling, soft. He takes his time, soaking Steve in, like he's committing every muscle, every curl of Steve's thick hair covering his thighs, the bush at the base of his dick, the bed of fuzzy down across his chest. The place Billy wants to rest his head, now, always. He exhales smoke, smiles all tender and loving and a little fucking cheeky when he catches Steve roving his gaze over his body. Feels settled under Steve's gaze, like Billy has come to rest.

And it's from the heart, Billy's words. Steve is home. That Billy knows with certainty, sure as the waves that roll to shore in a ceaseless, enduring love. He says it, blue eyes shining, drowning in the depth of his love's brown eyes. Billy takes another drag after he speaks, watches Steve take him in differently now, eyes meeting each other. And Billy looks back, body still but his eyes full of movement, of reaching out to Steve, asking him to come home, home, home. He shifts when Steve rises from the mattress, gaze dropping down along his chest, taking in the twitch of his half-hard dick, and feels something stir low in his belly. And this is new, this feeling. This feeling like he could go again, round two, round three, baby make it round four. It wasn't like sex he knew before. Sex with girls that never felt right. He'd get it up just to save him from the world out there. Only done once before departing, feeling used, unloved. No, this wasn't like that. This, with Steve. This was love. This was intimacy. Passion, fire, tenderness, a sharing of souls. Billy was burning before, but now he's fucking glowing. Warm. Alive. Safe and loved because

Steve's on his knees in front of him, and Billy's eyes darken with desire. Feels his cock twitch on his thigh. He places the cigarette between his teeth, reaches out with both hands, runs his finger through the curls of Steve's chest. Up and down, heavy petting. Warming his baby up. Warming up his heart. Knocking there at Steve's door. Come home. He follows Steve's gaze to the ashtray and then, smiles, wide but soft, as their faces meet. The smell of the smoke from Steve's cigarette mingles with Billy's Marlboro Red, the one he pulls from his mouth then, exhales just as carefully from the side so it mingles in the air between them. Billy's long lashes flutter, pretty and sweet and full of something only Steve awakens when he looks at him like that. And then it happens. Steve takes the cigarette from his fingers, douses that flame, ignites another one. The flame in Billy's heart. The churning, warm and low in his belly. And the blood that rushed down to his dick, twitching hard up against his stomach.

"Every word, baby," he murmurs, eyelids fluttering shut at the press of Steve's hands on his lower belly. "I've never been at home like this." Confessional, his declaration of love. "Never known love like this. Until you." And that's when Steve anchors his cheek to his chest. Billy answers, wraps his arms around Steve's back, fingers pressing into his shoulders slow and deep before dragging lower, lower, to the dip of his lower back. The hum is guttural, instinctual, deep from Billy's diaphragm the moment Steve kisses the dip between his pecs. He closes his eyes, the hint of tongue, warm and wet and warmer than Billy's skin. And not enough, never enough. It's like a call and answer, the way Billy opens his eyes the moment Steve speaks. Meets his gaze head on. The only place he wants to be. Under Steve, intwined in their gazes, limbs, hearts, souls. And he can't help the tears that prick at his eyes at Steve's confession, because the weight of his words are true. Real. A hand slide up to the nape of Steve's neck, buries his fingers into the hair at the base of his head. "You and I, we know now. We know." The words are sure, just like his whisper. "Never been more fuckin' sure about anythin', Steve."

It's enveloping, it's everything. Billy hooks a leg around Steve's lower back, drawing him in. Meets his kiss with a fire running hot, mouth opening willingly. Teeth knocking before he meets with tongue. Deep, urgent. It's like the waves, rocking and crashing into each other, each kiss deeper, longer, and undeniable in insatiability. Billy's moaning into Steve's mouth, from the kiss, from the feeling of his dick pressing hard against his belly. Billy shifts his hips, hisses wild when their cocks touch. Cheeks flush warm, and Billy's breathy, huffy. Feels the leak of precum pool at the tip of his cock.

Billy's panting out a breath, chest rising and falling in short bursts when Steve breaks the kiss. He closes his eyes when they press their foreheads together, takes a breathe, two. But the fire's lit, and Billy's safe and home but needing to be closer still. He lifts his head, brushes his nose against Steve's as he speaks. "Steve." It's said like he says the word home. His eyelids flutter open. Billy's hand travels up further into Steve's hair. Feels the ache in his love's hands and arches his back up, up, up, into his touch. "Don't wait at the door, all right? Come in. Come home, baby."