Homelander was unaware of how vocal he was, how vocal he could be. It had been…a while since he’d last been with someone. Feeling the touch of another threw his body into overdrive. He felt everything, was sensitive to everything. It only made him all the more needy.
He whimpered and whined as Ben let go of his cock, his slick shaft meeting the cool air. Yet that hand that pumped him was met with a soft groan of contentment. Good, Ben was still touching him. Good. And then he felt those soft lips against his hard, pulsing shaft and he sighed louder, a lazy smile crossing his features. God, how he loved the affection.
Those eyes met Ben as he saw him blush, brow raised as the other admitted he’d been practicing. “Mmh…I can definitely tell. Though, suppose I’m relieved to h-hear you’ve been using toys and not…mgh, others…” He mused, drifting off.
Homelander wasn’t shy to admit what he liked, what he wanted. He wasn’t ashamed either, even if the things he liked were a little bizarre. But he was glad when Ben didn’t hesitate to suckle on his cock once more. The graze of teeth drove the Supe wild as he groaned loudly, a hand burying and tugging roughly on the kids hair. “Fffffuuuuckk…haaaah…y-yeah…mgh, fuck. That’s i-it mmmh…” He groaned, hips jerking upwards as Homelander wanted nothing more than to fuck his throat, to ravish him and claim him. Ruin him for all others. Ben was so fucking good at this, the blonde leaking and drooling for him. He didn’t care how needy he seemed, he was in heaven when his cock was swallowed up by the kid’s throat.
Hips jerked and rocked, keen to thrust deeper, to be buried and completely consumed by that deliciously tight throat. Homelander growled when Ben let him go, eyes watching as the other crawled up his body. He shuddered, humming at every touch and caress of his bruised skin. The pain has dulled, replaced by lust. By need. By want and desire. That’s all that mattered to Homelander now.
He watched as Ben settled by his side, the kid clearly being careful not to irritate any injuries. It was appreciated, but Homelander wouldn’t stop even if he was in agony. He wanted and needed this, and it was evident as Ben dragged his tongue over a nipple, teasing him. Homelander squirmed, hand rising up to grip the kids hair again, his glistening cock nudging against his own stomach as he growled. “Nghh…fuck…mmh…you fucking tease…” He huffed, his body reacting to everything Ben was doing.
The kisses up his neck were welcome, Homelander even tilting his head to give Ben more access. It was clear he didn’t want this to end, that he was needy and greedy for any and all affection. It was all welcome as the Supe hummed in contentment, the hand buried in Ben’s hair easing to a soothing caress, encouraging the other to keep going. There were no signs of discomfort as Homelander soaked up all those kisses and touches, and even when led into that kiss, Homelander was keen to give his all, returning it equally as his tongue grazed against Ben’s lower lip, teeth grazing slightly. The Supe held back, but only just slightly, not wanting to seem too full on and ruin the moment.
As that hand fell back to his cock, a low growl rumbled in Homelander’s chest as dark eyes met Ben’s, fully blown with lust.
“I’m perfectly fine, little spider. Just…mmh…don’t stop…don’t fucking stop…you feel so fucking good.”
Homelander purred, hips rocking up into Ben’s hand.