Steve’s got Billy figured out, now.
Since he arrived in Hawkins, Billy’s been all sharp edges and sharper words, pointed barbs digging into the spaces between his ribs, always right where it hurts. Even after they’d started to hang out more, let the hostility die down, Billy was still just as likely to insult as he was to tease.
Billy likes to push. Likes to needle and prod at people’s defenses, looking for landmines to step on so he can take them all out at once, the bloodier the better. Likes to goad people into throwing a punch before they can decide Billy isn’t worth sticking around for. Steve can relate.
It took Billy a while to get that Steve wasn’t leaving. That no matter how acid his tone was or how threatening he could make himself sound, Steve wasn’t buying it. And he wasn’t budging.
It’s hard to describe how things changed when Billy truly started to let himself believe Steve was sticking around. From one moment to the next it’s like Billy melted. The tough exterior gone like thawing ice, leaving behind only Billy’s lax, pliant body; soft and trusting and Steve’s.
Before, Billy was all smirks and sneers, fingers squeezing Steve’s hips and thighs just a little too tight. A touch of desperation and a touch of spite, like he was daring Steve to tell him he was too much. Like he was expecting it.
The first time he heard Billy’s soft sighs it hit him like a freight train - that no one had ever heard this sound before. No one that's ever slept with Billy was allowed to hear Billy shudder and gasp, to hear his breath hitch, has ever seen what was once a tightly controlled body go pliant like Billy did under Steve’s hands. It was heady, and it was powerful.
When Steve kisses along the tan column of Billy's neck, he can feel every shiver that runs through Billy's body, his skin trembling under Steve's lips. A well placed suck, a stinging bite, and Billy's thighs fall open of their own accord, inviting Steve to press closer, to press in. And Steve does, eyes roving over Billy's gorgeous body, his heaving chest; he watches Billy's breath stutter as Steve opens him up with his fingers slowly, one at a time, counting the seconds between Billy's gasps like it's a competition.
Billy's hips hitch, trying to roll along to Steve's rhythm, but he doesn't let Billy catch up. He presses deep and then quick and then slow again, watching Billy's eyes go hazy and his cheeks flush as Steve brings him close to the brink.
But the best part is when Billy says Steve's name, barely above a whisper because he can't catch his breath, head thrown back and mouth gaping open. His blush goes all the way down to his chest, strong enough to show up under his tan, spreading out toward his nipples, that are already hard and rosy. His curls bounce when Steve thrusts in hard, little ah-ahs escaping his bitten-red lips, and Steve can't look away. Could never look away.
Billy sobs when he comes, face scrunched up and neck taut, hands wrapped tight around Steve's forearms. Steve can't help but kiss him, nip his bottom lip then lick into his mouth, feeling Billy's ragged breaths fan across his face. Billy's shaking, thighs quivering with aftershocks, body completely lax and covered in sweat.
Steve lets him catch his breath, waits until Billy's blinking dazedly up at him, smiling softly. Then he starts thrusting again, slow and deep, just to hear Billy keen. He's so gorgeous like this, completely undone. So pretty.
The second time Billy comes it's gonna be even prettier.
