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What helps you when you're sad?

A blowjob helps ease the pain.

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Offering

"Can I offer you a nice hot dog in this trying time, pookie?"

“I wish you would. That offer would never be declined.”

#SNORTS #sorry i can't help myself #benlander #hom3land3r

"Some buns for your dog."

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

Homelander was used to getting these sorts of reactions from people. Even when fully clothed. It wasn’t anything new. He lived for the praise, for the lingering looks, the stares. The dropped jaws. All of it just went straight to his massive ego, proving that people well and truly desired him. Wanted him. Needed him.

Ben was clearly no different. Despite his current condition, Homelander didn’t miss a single second as he watched the curiosity on the other’s face. The need. The anticipation. Homelander kept still, watching Ben look, stare, admire. And blush while doing so. A soft chuckle left the Supe at mention of his size being just right, something that he appreciated. “You calling me perfect, Ben?” He asked, a smug look on his battered face. Despite looking like he’d lost a war, he definitely felt like a winner.

He could hear Ben’s heart hammering away in his chest, could hear him trying to keep it together. Keep calm. But it was a loosing battle, one that everyone always lost when it came to the blonde Supe. It was only a matter of time. And then Homelander glided his hand over his chest, encouraging Ben to explore, to act on his instincts. The man was giving the other permission to do what he liked, clearly comfortable not only in his own skin, but in Ben’s presence.

A soft hum left the blonde at the touch, that graze of his leg, inching slowly up his thigh. He shuddered, not out of disgust, but out of his own need. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched him like this. “Mm.” Homelander’s gaze was fixed purely on Ben, on those big eyes taking in every detail of the Supe like he’d never seen a naked man before. He shuddered again as that hand glided higher, making his cock twitch the closer that hand got. “Mmh…s-sorry, I’m a bit ticklish.” He admitted, yet still kept that confidence, having no shame.

“Ben…” Homelander said, tilting his head at the question thrown his way. “If I didn’t want you to touch me, do you think I’d be laying here with my cock out, allowing you to see how hard you’re making me?” He asked, blunt and honest as always. Yet there was a smirk on that bruised face. There was no judgment from the Supe, but rather hoping his words eased the nervousness the other was clearly feeling.

“I can hear your heart racing like a little rabbit. I don’t bite…hard.” Homelander teased before snickering. “Who am I kidding, that’s a lie.” He was having fun watching Ben explore, enjoying the little show. After all, he was the centre of attention. He was absolutely loving it. He sucked in a breath the closer those hands got to his hardening cock, his stomach clenching as he sighed. “Yes, Ben. Anywhere. Keep this up and I will grab your hand and put it on my cock. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt considering you’re an adult.” He fired back with a hint of smugness.

“But, like I said. My costume is right there. I could easily put it back on if you’re uncomfortable. Though, given I can smell your arousal, I’m guessing that’s the last thing you’re feeling right now.” Homelander commented, raising a brow. “Am I wrong?”

"I..." Ben paused. "Maybe."

God, the way Homelander was looking at him... He watched Homelander rub his hand over his chest some more and... fuck...

He grazed over that 'ticklish' spot again, watching Homelander's cock twitch in response. He was hardening.

He was getting fucking hard.

And if the sight didn't confirm it, Homelander's admission certainly did. He could hardly fucking believe his ears.

So, he was allowed to touch anywhere...

Ben let out a breathless chuckle.

"You're not putting that suit back on." Was all he said before sliding the tip of his middle finger down the topside of Homelander's cock, all the way to the head. He grazed over the slit before retracing the same path, thumb hooking under his shaft to grasp him properly.

He was thick- heavy too. Skin warm and soft, growing harder by the second.

"Yeah... Definitely just right," Ben breathed, stroking slow and soft, mesmerized by the way Homelander's foreskin followed each motion. He grazed the pad of his thumb over the frenulum, watching with wide eyes at every little reaction Homelander gave.

Up and down, subtle twists of the wrist, a quick second to spit in his hand for better lubrication- all of it feeding the infinite amount of fantasies he's had about this man.

Ben squirmed just a bit, feeling more wetness pool in his underwear. He wanted to see how far this could go, how far Homelander was willing- or, perhaps able to go, given his condition.

Fuck it. He was in this deep already, might as well check off all the boxes he possibly can.

He leaned forward, staring up at Homelander with big brown doe eyes as he came closer and closer, tongue jutting out to lave over the tip.

He tastes fucking divine.

He couldn't stop the moan that escaped as he took him halfway, shifting onto the bed to kneel on all fours, taking more of him, more and more, fighting his gag reflex all the way to the end. Ben nuzzled his nose against the tufts of hair at the base, relishing the girth filling his throat until he choked off, a thick string of saliva still connecting his lips to Homelander's cock.

"You're right." Ben gasped, going back to lick at the head, lips dragging down the underside of his shaft.

The sounds.

Oh, god, the fucking sounds he made.

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.

"So you're relieved it's just toys I've used?" Ben asked, a cheeky grin on his flushed face. Though still nervous, he was beginning to get comfortable with the situation.

He thumbed lazily at the tip and nuzzled against Homelander's cheek. "W-Would that have made you a Jealous-Johnny the other way around? Sounds like it..."

He was pleased to hear that Homelander was alright. He still worries about agitating his injuries, but it was nice to know...

Nice to hear his not-so-little noises, feel his little twitches and reactions. He wondered when the last time was that anyone had touched Homelander like this. Ben himself had been riding solo for a while, but even he wasn't that sensitive.

An odd confidence brewed in his floaty head the more Homelander pleaded for him to continue. He almost wanted to tease- no, no... He really wanted to tease him. Or maybe even goad him a little.

He squeezed the base of Homelander's shaft with a light pressure. Ben doubts he could ever hurt him, but just in case...

"I u-used to play with 'em a lot," he breathed his admission into the shell of Homelander's ear. "Used to think a-about you a lot of the time, too..."

His face burned red hot, but he was almost certain the reaction would be worth it a thousand times over.

He stilled, releasing Homelander's cock to grasp his hand and guide him. The angle was a little odd, but he managed to press his palm flat to his clothed abdomen, dancing Homelander's touch over the waistband of his pants.

Ben nibbled on his lip as he guided Homelander's hand underneath, slowly down to his wetness. He let go as soon as a fingertip brushed his hardened clit and got right back to working his shaft, sighing a soft moan against his cheek that became a kiss to his lips in no time.

"F-Fuck..."

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Homelander couldn’t help but huff out a moan at the teasing, unable to be annoyed given the pleasure he was getting. It was brave of Ben, normally so playful and innocent, taking control. It was quite the sight.

“Mmh…more like unsurprising. There’s too many out th-there who would wreck you, little spider. A-And not in the good way.” Homelander managed, not wanting to picture Ben with anyone else. They wouldn’t treat him right. Not that he cared, it was more an observation.

Homelander appreciated the check-ins, even if they weren’t necessary. Despite how he looked, he was still tough, and the pain was so low in his list of priorities at the moment that he truly didn’t care. So long as Ben kept making him feel good, touching him, talking to him, he wouldn’t let something so silly as pain get in the way.

He’d be embarrassed if he could hear the sounds he was making for the kid. How every touch was like a shock of electricity through him, making him whimper and moan, make him hum in pleasure. Even he didn’t realise just how sensitive he’d become to the touch of another. It really had been that long.

Homelander’s eyes fluttered as he rocked his hips steadily against Ben’s hand, while the little spider grew more confidence to whisper teasingly in the Supe’s ear. Homelander couldn’t help but whimper as the base of his cock was squeezed, images of Ben fucking himself to the thought of him flashing through his mind as a fresh bead of pre-cum leaked from his tip. “H-Haaah…mngh…f-fuck…haaah…” The Supe panted, complete and utter putty in Ben’s hand.

At least…until he let go. Homelander wasn’t even mad at this point, just needy as he whimpered and whined loudly, completely unashamed. “B-Ben…” Fuck, the little spider had gotten to him so deep that the world’s greatest hero was about to beg. But then he felt Ben take his hand and guide it. Homelander watched, not fighting the contact. He allowed Ben to guide his hand down his stomach to his waistband and then under.

Homelander’s eyes widened as he felt that warmth, that wetness. He bit his lip as he squirmed slightly, making himself wince from the act, but he couldn’t help himself. Especially as he felt that moan against his cheek, the pair soon lost in one another as they kissed and touched and explored. Homelander was surprisingly gentle as his fingertip lightly grazed and rubbed Ben’s clit in slow circles with his middle finger, supporting and cupping Ben’s cunt with his palm. “Mmhhh…” The Supe was lost for words as he moaned into the other’s mouth, his hips steadily rocking once more in time with Ben’s strokes of his cock.

"Oh?" Ben breathed a light laugh. "Worried about me?"

Every little moan and sigh from the man before him had Benjamin growing in confidence, even more so when Homelander finally began to touch him in return. He bit back on his own noises, huffing a shuddering breath against Homelander's cheek instead.

“Psh…n-no…” Homelander tried to brush it off, yet it was clear that he felt quite strongly for Ben. Even so, he didn’t want to come across as weak. After all, feelings were a weakness. Human. He was more. So much more than that. Yet right now, he couldn’t have been more human with the sounds of pleasure that left him with every touch from Ben. It felt so good, making him shudder and whimper for more.

The words of encouragement only added to Homelander’s pleasure, the man always loving the praise. He was careful, gentle, not wanting to hurt Ben as his fingers lazily rubbed his clit. He didn’t want to rush either, but savour every sensation of both giving and receiving. Blue eyes were locked on Ben’s as his hand slowly moved back and forth, stroking his cunt in time with fingers.

And then the two were lost in their kisses. Homelander moaned softly, eyes closed as his kisses were eager. His brows furrowed slightly from the pleasure, his cock pulsing and throbbing under Ben’s touch as his stomach muscles tightened. It was clear he’d cum soon if this kept up, yet he was holding back, his breathing making that evident. So much so that Ben picked up on it.

Homelander whimpered as Ben thumbed the head of his cock, which was already weeping pre-cum. He tensed, trying not to blow his load right then and there, trying to distract himself by focusing on Ben, fingers still rubbing his clit. Yet the little spider was making it more and more difficult to focus with each of those little kisses, and then filling the Supe’s head with delicious ideas. He let out a moan as the base of his cock was squeezed, a whimper when he felt the warm slick tongue against his cheek…but when Ben let go, Homelander almost yelped in protest, only to stop himself as his hand was guided into Ben’s dripping cunt.

His eyes widened, his fingers slowly pushing in until they were knuckle deep. The Supe shuddered at the warmth, the wetness. It was driving him crazy yet he couldn’t get enough as he hooked his fingers, exploring and feeling while his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. “I-…mmh…fuck…” He grunted, screwing his eyes shut as Ben began to pump his cock again. “Close…fuck…haaah…”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He didn’t want to cum. Not just yet. Not until he was where he wanted to be. “Inside. Want to…inside…you feel so fucking…ngh, good around my fingers. Need…need you around my cock.” He admitted, gaze meeting Ben’s. “P-…please…”

Ben stifled a giggle, huffing an amused breath instead against Homelander’s cheek.

“You can tell me if you worry, yknow.” He teases. He’s practically past the point of embarrassment now considering he had Homelander knuckle deep and on the brink of coming. “I mean, kind of in one of those situations where anything goes…”

Homelander couldn’t help but huff slightly at Ben’s teasing. Not because he was mad…but because the kid was right. He wasn’t good with the whole feelings thing and hadn’t really given them much thought over the years. But when it came to Ben, he found himself drawn. He was open and vulnerable now more than he ever had been. The great Homelander battered and beaten, yet Ben still looked at him like he was worth something.

The Supe was silent, just watching and listening to the kid talk. He could ramble for days, that one, though was clearly comfortable. Homelander noticed he wasn’t as shy as when they first started this, the little spider gaining his confidence which was quite the sight to witness. Even he shuddered as Ben shifted, those fingers loosing that tight wet warmth. But still, Homelander didn’t move. He just watched, let Ben guide them. And next thing the blonde knew the kid was straddling him, staring down with those…captivating eyes of his. Mixed with the redness of his cheeks, the Supe couldn’t help but find him rather adorable.

Although when Ben sucked Homelander’s wet fingers into his mouth, that was the farthest thing from adorable. The Supe let out a groan, shifting at the sensation of warm, wet mouth and tongue around his fingers. His cock throbbed needly as he sucked in a sharp breath, mesmerised by the show. “Mngh…b-by the sounds of things…ngh…you want me t-to like you. E-Even after seeing me…l-like this? Broken…beaten…” He trailed off, not wanting to think about that right now. He’d forgotten all about the pain and discomfort, Ben proving to be quite the welcome distraction.

Hands slowly rose up to caress Ben’s sides, thumbs brushing over flushed skin. He wanted to look up into those eyes but he was too focused on their bodies, gaze watching as Ben glided his slit across the tip of Homelander’s leaking cock, tearing another grown out of him as he shuddered and his brows furrowed. “Ffff-…fuck…haaah…” He breathed out right before Ben leaned down for that kiss, the blonde’s tongue gliding and exploring the other’s mouth greedily for a taste.

And then he felt Ben sink down onto him. His eyes opened wide at the tight heat clenching and squeezing around him. Homelander couldn’t help but moan, grip firm on Ben’s hips before the kid moved to hold them. The Supe couldn’t even speak, he was stunned as Ben took him fully. “I-…ngh…I-…ffff-fuck!” Less than a minute of being inside Ben, Homelander came hard with a loud groan. His brows furrowed deeply as his back arched and hips rocked upwards sharply as spurt after spurt of hot cum emptied deep inside Ben.

Homelander grunted, panting heavily. “I-…I’m sorry…I-I’m sorry…” He whimpered, glancing away, feeling rather embarrassed and pathetic in that moment. Yet despite having cum, he was still rock solid and perfect for Ben to use.

#//mINUTE MAN STRIKES AGAIN BLESS #benlander #@hom3land3r

Ben barely got started by the time he felt it. The warm sensation pooling deep in his core, the twitches of Homelander’s cock and the beautiful devastation written all over the face below. Each little noise was so perfect, so precious.

He’s sure Homelander would roll his eyes if he knew that’s what he thought of him.

He leverages himself enough to keep his full weight off Homelander to avoid agitating his injuries. The hands holding his squeeze and he returns the gesture, watching with bated breath as Homelander moaned and writhed through the waves of pleasure.

And it felt so fucking good, too.

Feeling him thrust up, the head of his cock nudging so deep. It was nothing short of divine.

When the apologies start, Ben realizes it wasn’t even on purpose.

“Shh,” he breathes, leaning down toward Homelander’s ear. “S’okay, don’t worry.” Homelander’s voice had been so shaky that Ben wasn’t quite sure if he should be comforting or reassuring him.

“F-Fuck, that was hot, though…” He says after some time. With a rock of his hips, he can tell Homelander is still hard. He moves to peck soft kisses from his cheek to lips all while using his grip on Homelander’s hands to raise them up above his head. “Lets me skip out on the lube for now,” Ben huffs a breathy laugh against Homelander’s lips. “Y-You got another round in you?”

The bug accentuates the question with a roll of his hips.

“Mm, it's all up to you right now, p-pumpkin…”

The Kiss

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JJ got pretty lucky with this one. Could've at least captured my good side, man.

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"I..." Ben paused. "Maybe."

God, the way Homelander was looking at him... He watched Homelander rub his hand over his chest some more and... fuck...

He grazed over that 'ticklish' spot again, watching Homelander's cock twitch in response. He was hardening.

He was getting fucking hard.

And if the sight didn't confirm it, Homelander's admission certainly did. He could hardly fucking believe his ears.

So, he was allowed to touch anywhere...

Ben let out a breathless chuckle.

He was thick- heavy too. Skin warm and soft, growing harder by the second.

Up and down, subtle twists of the wrist, a quick second to spit in his hand for better lubrication- all of it feeding the infinite amount of fantasies he's had about this man.

Ben squirmed just a bit, feeling more wetness pool in his underwear. He wanted to see how far this could go, how far Homelander was willing- or, perhaps able to go, given his condition.

Fuck it. He was in this deep already, might as well check off all the boxes he possibly can.

He leaned forward, staring up at Homelander with big brown doe eyes as he came closer and closer, tongue jutting out to lave over the tip.

He tastes fucking divine.

"You're right." Ben gasped, going back to lick at the head, lips dragging down the underside of his shaft.

The sounds.

Oh, god, the fucking sounds he made.

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.

"So you're relieved it's just toys I've used?" Ben asked, a cheeky grin on his flushed face. Though still nervous, he was beginning to get comfortable with the situation.

He thumbed lazily at the tip and nuzzled against Homelander's cheek. "W-Would that have made you a Jealous-Johnny the other way around? Sounds like it..."

He was pleased to hear that Homelander was alright. He still worries about agitating his injuries, but it was nice to know...

An odd confidence brewed in his floaty head the more Homelander pleaded for him to continue. He almost wanted to tease- no, no... He really wanted to tease him. Or maybe even goad him a little.

He squeezed the base of Homelander's shaft with a light pressure. Ben doubts he could ever hurt him, but just in case...

"I u-used to play with 'em a lot," he breathed his admission into the shell of Homelander's ear. "Used to think a-about you a lot of the time, too..."

His face burned red hot, but he was almost certain the reaction would be worth it a thousand times over.

"F-Fuck..."

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"Oh?" Ben breathed a light laugh. "Worried about me?"

#benlander #@hom3land3r #//( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#//considered doing just the tip to tease him but this poor bb has been through it #// also ;_; handholding is so underrated homie deserves to have his hands held

Ben stifled a giggle, huffing an amused breath instead against Homelander’s cheek.

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Messiest New Year's Kiss Ever

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"I..." Ben paused. "Maybe."

God, the way Homelander was looking at him... He watched Homelander rub his hand over his chest some more and... fuck...

He grazed over that 'ticklish' spot again, watching Homelander's cock twitch in response. He was hardening.

He was getting fucking hard.

And if the sight didn't confirm it, Homelander's admission certainly did. He could hardly fucking believe his ears.

So, he was allowed to touch anywhere...

Ben let out a breathless chuckle.

He was thick- heavy too. Skin warm and soft, growing harder by the second.

Up and down, subtle twists of the wrist, a quick second to spit in his hand for better lubrication- all of it feeding the infinite amount of fantasies he's had about this man.

Ben squirmed just a bit, feeling more wetness pool in his underwear. He wanted to see how far this could go, how far Homelander was willing- or, perhaps able to go, given his condition.

Fuck it. He was in this deep already, might as well check off all the boxes he possibly can.

He leaned forward, staring up at Homelander with big brown doe eyes as he came closer and closer, tongue jutting out to lave over the tip.

He tastes fucking divine.

"You're right." Ben gasped, going back to lick at the head, lips dragging down the underside of his shaft.

The sounds.

Oh, god, the fucking sounds he made.

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.

"So you're relieved it's just toys I've used?" Ben asked, a cheeky grin on his flushed face. Though still nervous, he was beginning to get comfortable with the situation.

He thumbed lazily at the tip and nuzzled against Homelander's cheek. "W-Would that have made you a Jealous-Johnny the other way around? Sounds like it..."

He was pleased to hear that Homelander was alright. He still worries about agitating his injuries, but it was nice to know...

An odd confidence brewed in his floaty head the more Homelander pleaded for him to continue. He almost wanted to tease- no, no... He really wanted to tease him. Or maybe even goad him a little.

He squeezed the base of Homelander's shaft with a light pressure. Ben doubts he could ever hurt him, but just in case...

"I u-used to play with 'em a lot," he breathed his admission into the shell of Homelander's ear. "Used to think a-about you a lot of the time, too..."

His face burned red hot, but he was almost certain the reaction would be worth it a thousand times over.

"F-Fuck..."

@hom3land3r

#benlander #@hom3land3r #//muAHAHAHAHA

"Oh?" Ben breathed a light laugh. "Worried about me?"

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Rudolph with the ass so tight, won't you ride my face tonight? 😏❤️

Heh.

Thought you’d never ask.

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"I..." Ben paused. "Maybe."

God, the way Homelander was looking at him... He watched Homelander rub his hand over his chest some more and... fuck...

He grazed over that 'ticklish' spot again, watching Homelander's cock twitch in response. He was hardening.

He was getting fucking hard.

And if the sight didn't confirm it, Homelander's admission certainly did. He could hardly fucking believe his ears.

So, he was allowed to touch anywhere...

Ben let out a breathless chuckle.

He was thick- heavy too. Skin warm and soft, growing harder by the second.

Up and down, subtle twists of the wrist, a quick second to spit in his hand for better lubrication- all of it feeding the infinite amount of fantasies he's had about this man.

Ben squirmed just a bit, feeling more wetness pool in his underwear. He wanted to see how far this could go, how far Homelander was willing- or, perhaps able to go, given his condition.

Fuck it. He was in this deep already, might as well check off all the boxes he possibly can.

He leaned forward, staring up at Homelander with big brown doe eyes as he came closer and closer, tongue jutting out to lave over the tip.

He tastes fucking divine.

"You're right." Ben gasped, going back to lick at the head, lips dragging down the underside of his shaft.

The sounds.

Oh, god, the fucking sounds he made.

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.

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"So you're relieved it's just toys I've used?" Ben asked, a cheeky grin on his flushed face. Though still nervous, he was beginning to get comfortable with the situation.

He thumbed lazily at the tip and nuzzled against Homelander's cheek. "W-Would that have made you a Jealous-Johnny the other way around? Sounds like it..."

He was pleased to hear that Homelander was alright. He still worries about agitating his injuries, but it was nice to know...

An odd confidence brewed in his floaty head the more Homelander pleaded for him to continue. He almost wanted to tease- no, no... He really wanted to tease him. Or maybe even goad him a little.

He squeezed the base of Homelander's shaft with a light pressure. Ben doubts he could ever hurt him, but just in case...

"I u-used to play with 'em a lot," he breathed his admission into the shell of Homelander's ear. "Used to think a-about you a lot of the time, too..."

His face burned red hot, but he was almost certain the reaction would be worth it a thousand times over.

"F-Fuck..."

@hom3land3r

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"I..." Ben paused. "Maybe."

God, the way Homelander was looking at him... He watched Homelander rub his hand over his chest some more and... fuck...

He grazed over that 'ticklish' spot again, watching Homelander's cock twitch in response. He was hardening.

He was getting fucking hard.

And if the sight didn't confirm it, Homelander's admission certainly did. He could hardly fucking believe his ears.

So, he was allowed to touch anywhere...

Ben let out a breathless chuckle.

He was thick- heavy too. Skin warm and soft, growing harder by the second.

Up and down, subtle twists of the wrist, a quick second to spit in his hand for better lubrication- all of it feeding the infinite amount of fantasies he's had about this man.

Ben squirmed just a bit, feeling more wetness pool in his underwear. He wanted to see how far this could go, how far Homelander was willing- or, perhaps able to go, given his condition.

Fuck it. He was in this deep already, might as well check off all the boxes he possibly can.

He leaned forward, staring up at Homelander with big brown doe eyes as he came closer and closer, tongue jutting out to lave over the tip.

He tastes fucking divine.

"You're right." Ben gasped, going back to lick at the head, lips dragging down the underside of his shaft.

#benlander #@hom3land3r #//LET 'ER RIP BENJAMIN #// rip if there's typos its 3am

The sounds.

Oh, god, the fucking sounds he made.

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

#benlander #//homie about to get the double deluxe throat succ 7000 #nsfw territory

"I..." Ben paused. "Maybe."

God, the way Homelander was looking at him... He watched Homelander rub his hand over his chest some more and... fuck...

He grazed over that 'ticklish' spot again, watching Homelander's cock twitch in response. He was hardening.

He was getting fucking hard.

And if the sight didn't confirm it, Homelander's admission certainly did. He could hardly fucking believe his ears.

So, he was allowed to touch anywhere...

Ben let out a breathless chuckle.

He was thick- heavy too. Skin warm and soft, growing harder by the second.

Up and down, subtle twists of the wrist, a quick second to spit in his hand for better lubrication- all of it feeding the infinite amount of fantasies he's had about this man.

Ben squirmed just a bit, feeling more wetness pool in his underwear. He wanted to see how far this could go, how far Homelander was willing- or, perhaps able to go, given his condition.

Fuck it. He was in this deep already, might as well check off all the boxes he possibly can.

He leaned forward, staring up at Homelander with big brown doe eyes as he came closer and closer, tongue jutting out to lave over the tip.

He tastes fucking divine.

"You're right." Ben gasped, going back to lick at the head. "This okay?"

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

#@hom3land3r #benlander #//asdfhlkj GET HIM BENJAMIN

“I think…I need a…lie down…for a…while.”

He says as he immediately collapses.

"H-Hey! Woah, woah," Ben goes down alongside him, keeping him from landing too hard.

"What in the..."

“Oh…h-hey, Ben. My l-little spider…” Homelander whispered, coughing as his brows furrowed in pain. “Fuck…I don’t…feel…so good…”

Ben inspects him quickly, shocked at all the marks. He hides his worry, speaking softly.

"Hey, pumpkin." He coos. "I bet you don't..." He moves to lift Homelander, slow and careful. "That's it, there we go... Gonna get you in bed, m'kay? What happened?"

Homelander grunts, clenching his jaw as he’s shifted yet does his best to mask the pain.

“Mmhm. S-Sounds good.” He mumbled, trying to focus. “Had a little…run in with Ryan. Ended up becoming his punching bag.” He explained, holding onto Ben.

"God, Johnny..." he rushes to the bedroom, placing Homelander down with ease. He brushes a thumb over Homelander's cheekbone, brows furrowing at the sheer amount of damage.

He's never seen him hurt before. Sure, a bruise from Butcher and Soldier Boy that one time, but this?

He runs to the kitchen to get an ice pack. Climbs into bed beside him and presses it gently to his face.

"M'sorry about the cold..." Ben murmurs, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "But it'll help... I'm so sorry, pumpkin... How's Ryan look after all this?"

“Mmh…” Homelander grunted as he lay there, trying his best not to move. He didn’t mean to worry Ben so much, though once he was more aware, he’d no doubt preen at all the attention he was getting. Though, Ben was in his element, always loving to fret over him. Not that he’d ever complain.

The blonde sighed deeply, eyes closing while Ben was gone getting the ice pack, though as soon as he returned and he felt him climb into bed, those eyes opened as he grimaced at the cold. “Mms’okay. Feels…nice.” He mumbled, then smiled a little at the kiss. “Though that felt better.” He hummed, hooded eyes doing their best to focus on Ben.

“You think I fought back?” He asked, shaking his head. “He lost it, snapped. Didn’t want him doing something he’d regret. So…I was the target. I didn’t lay a hand on him.” He explained, shifting slightly to rest against Ben. “Kid’s strong, I’ll give… him that.” He started to chuckle, then immediately winced. “…Ow.”

"That's..." Ben sighs, moving the ice pack to a new spot. "A lot."

"You're a good dad," he says after a beat of silence. He remembers when Soldier Boy gave both Homelander and Ryan a beatdown. Remembers the dismay and fury in John's eyes afterward. Ryan's disappointment. "Tell me to shut up if you want, but... I'm proud of you for that."

Ben snuggles in closer without putting any weight on Homelander. He uses the proximity as a chance to look at the cuts on his face up close. The ends are practically already beginning to seal shut.

"Hmm... Your face is already fixing itself." He sighs a halfhearted laugh. "If nothing else, you'll still be pretty after all this."

Ben presses a featherlight kiss to Homelander's temple.

Homelander didn’t say anything as Ben spoke. He didn’t believe he was a good father. He tried…wanting to protect and save Ryan from all the bad shit he’d been through growing up. But he had no clue how to be a father, and it was evident Ryan was torn between him and William.

The Supe sighed deeply as his eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the ice pack soothing his battered skin. It felt nice, as did Ben’s comfort. It helped more than he’d ever know. “Thanks, little spider. I just…didn’t want him to throw his life away when it’s barely…b-begun.” He admitted, lightly nuzzling against Ben as they snuggled.

“I better fucking be. It’s my second best asset and the one that’s socially acceptable to have on show.” He joked, chuckling before wincing again. “Ow…! Fuck, q-quit making me laugh.” He smiled, appreciating the kiss. “…Thank you, by the way. For this.”

"That one's on you, hun." Ben chuckles. "You're the one who brought your dick into it, hehe."

He leans on his elbow to stare down at Homelander again.

"It's no problem, yeah? Besides, I like when you show up at my door. You're always a nice surprise." He purses his lips and nods his to the side. "I'd prefer you weren't hurting, but I'm glad you came here instead of stewing in it alone."

A thought occurs to him.

"If it hurts to laugh, then how's the damage under the suit?" He asks at the expense of possibly seeming like he just wants him to strip. "You uh... might not wanna wear it. Because of the weight of the padding and all that- I know the chest piece is a little heavy, and if you're bruised..."

Smooth, Ben. Smooth.

“Yeah well…trust m-me to bring my d-…dick into most situations.” He snickered before wincing again, trying his best to relax.

He gazed up at Ben with a dreamlike look, though he was focused on every word he said. “N-Not many people I trust t-…these days. You’re always…someone I can c-count on. I-…I’m sorry for l-…landing all this on you, but I just…feel safe around you, little spider.” He admitted with a soft smile as he tried his best to breathe without it hurting.

Homelander could see the cogs working in Ben’s mind before he spoke. He wasn’t surprised by the offer, a smirk spreading over the Supe’s features as he raised a brow. “Funnily en-…enough, I was about to suggest the same th…thing. Think I’m ju-just as banged up under here. D-…definitely burnt.” He admitted, though truly had no clue what the damage was like. He could only assume. “F-…Fancy giving me a hand getting this o-off, then?”

"For as much trouble as that thing gets you in, I'm surprised you keep bringing it up," Ben giggles.

His smile softens as he listens to Homelander express his trust. It means the world, and he chews his lip at the endearing nickname.

"You're sweet."

And of course he was ready to help.

"Yeah, o-of course," he stammers as he moves to stand. Ben makes his way to the edge of the bed and grasps Homelander gently by the shoulders. "Brace up, gonna move ya," he instructs.

He rolls Homelander onto his side, grimacing at the groans, and begins unfastening the cape. The back zip of the suit is next, and he's exposing heavy padding. Can practically feel the heat that radiates from Homelander's body from inside the suit.

"Aaand, again..."

Onto his back, where he's able to pull the top part of the suit off. Bruises and red burns linger all over Homelander's upper body. Ribs covered in the dark nebulae, abdomen battered.

Ben uses a web to bring the ice pack back into his hand. He presses it slowly against the darkest of the marks.

"Christ, man..." He exhales. "Uhh... I still got some of that supe grade ibuprofen from that time a bird fucked up my swing and I hit a wall. If you want any..."

The more he looked, though, the more he felt his face heat up.

"Let me- I'm gonna go get it. One sec!"

“Well, sometimes it has a mind of its own and brings itself up. I’m just the innocent second wheel.” Homelander teased with a lazy smile.

He gave a nod and sucked in a breath as Ben warned of moving him. He knew this was going to hurt like a bitch, but it needed to be done. He grunted and winced as he was moved onto his side, brows furrowing as he tried to fight the pain. It still felt so strange to him, so odd that he felt anything like this at all. He hoped never to again.

“Ngh…fuck…” He mumbled as Ben worked on removing the suit. As he was moved onto his back, Homelander breathed deeply, staring up at the ceiling as the webhead tugged the top half of the suit away, revealing that Homelander’s torso was just as badly beaten up as his face.

“Mmh…by that reaction…I assume I don’t look good.” Homelander muttered, gaze shifting to rest on the kid, not even having the strength to sit up and look at himself. Ben’s face told him all he needed to know. Despite that, he swore he could’ve seen him blushing. But he rushed off too quickly for Homelander to truly process what he saw.

He didn’t mind being doted on. It was quite nice actually, though he’d have just preferred the circumstances to be better. At least he could count on Ben’s discretion, not having to worry about word getting out. Though, he’d need to think of some excuse for him laying low for a while and not being seen in public. At least until his face cleared up.

“Thank you…for this. I’d have been passed out in the corridor somewhere if you hadn’t been here. I’m just…relieved you were. Don’t want people thinking I’m weak and an…easy target now…”

"I mean you always look good- er, uh..." Ben breaths a laugh and helps Homelander lean up to take the pills. Puts a water bottle to his lips and lets him wash it down before resting him back. "Y'know, like usual. Just a lot more purple now. Little bit of dark blue, too. Hopefully those'll help with the hurt. Unless you metabolize meds faster than me, in which case... sorry."

Ben presses the cold pack to Homelander's chest. His other hand palms softly at a large splatter of bruising running along his ribs. He only hopes he's not turning red like a fool over this. God knows Homelander's ego is big enough already.

"No one's gonna think you're an easy target over this. I watched you walk away from having an entire train dropped on your head. That was wild." He chuckles a bit as he continues testing each bruise with featherlight touches. Concerned for rib bruising, and partly because, well... he wanted to. "Worst they'll think is Ryan's crazy strong, which isn't a lie."

"D'you wanna stay the night, then?" Ben asks with a hint of shyness. He was never the overly forward type, even with the most harmless of questions. "Not that you can't- just- you know, I gotta-" He stammers. "Y'know, can put you in some cozy pajamas and stuff. Some popcorn. Put on a movie. Anything you want, yeah?"

Even in his battered up state, Homelander recognises flirting when he sees it. Or attempts, at least. He can’t help but see how Ben is flushing, how he’s so keen to touch and caress. All for the sake of helping, true. But not the only reason. A hint of a smirk grew on the Supe’s features as he continued to watch the younger hero, sighing softly at the coolness of the ice packs. They felt good against his bruised skin. “I’m glad you think so. I’ve definitely looked better though…” He mumbled as he allowed Ben to help him sit up and take the pills, swallowing them down. He wasn’t sure if they’d help any, or if was just a waste. But it was worth a try at least.

The blonde eased back with a grunt, enjoying the soothing effects of the cold packs against his skin. He wasn’t used to being pampered like this, fretted over. But he could definitely get used to it. He frowned slightly as Ben spoke of Ryan, trying to make him feel better by folk not thinking him weak over this. Ben certainly didn’t, and he was the one seeing the worst of the damage. “…I hope so. I need to be strong. Need…to be seen as unstoppable. Otherwise…fuck knows. Vought look for a replacement and I’m thrown to the trash like some washed up has been.” He growled, though ended up only coughing again and wincing at the pain. “…Nghfuck…” He groaned, letting out a breath.

Ben’s rather upfront question took Homelander by surprise. His gaze focused on the kid as he began to blabber. He was rather adorable when flustered, he had to admit. Homelander couldn’t help but smirk. “I usually sleep naked.” He said rather abruptly in return. “But sure, if it’s not too much hassle. I don’t think…I can move all that much anyway. If I could stay here that would…that would be great, Ben.” He said, not wanting anyone to catch him like this. “Might actually need to stay a while. At least till my face clears up. If that’s okay?” He asked, though with the way Ben was eyefucking him, he figured it would be.

"Man, no one's gonna replace you." He kept his palm against Homelander to help steady him through the coughs. "You're you. It'd be like taking Captain Crunch off the cereal box but still calling it the same name. Not that you're the same as a cartoon breakfast pirate- you're better- just-y'know?"

Smooth, Ben. Smooth.

"Y-Yeah, of course you can stay. As long as you need, y'know?" He stammers, face burning at the thought. "And me too, actually. I-I can stay on the couch so you can sleep how you want. Whatever's most comfortable for you, y-yeah?"

The realization hit him that he'll probably be stripping Homelander the rest of the way once the moment came around. A thought that made his toes curl so hard they popped. If he wasn't totally red in the face before, he absolutely was now.

"S-So..." Ben hums, fighting against the overbearing shyness swirling through his body. "What's uh... Whaddya want to do first?"

Homelander couldn’t help but snicker even though it caused him pain. Ben was cute when he got all nervous. He couldn’t help but smile up at him, ignoring his injuries for the moment. “Y’know, you’re rather adorable when you get all flustered.” He said, feeling rather smug at the effects he had on the kid.

There was a clear attraction there from both sides, neither pushing the other away. Homelander even raised a brow at the revelation of the two of them sleeping naked. “Is that right? A-And here I thought you’d sleep in Homelander themed undies.” The Supe teased, though clearly wasn’t put off at the prospect of sleeping next to him.

“If anything I should take the couch, I’m the burden after all. But I’d rather not move. And it is your bed…” Homelander trailed off before letting out a sigh. “I’m not gonna kick you out your own bed, alright? Especially after you helping me like this. It’s fine. I don’t get embarrassed by all that stuff.” He explained, which was true. He was always rather blunt and honest, and Ashley had caught him naked a few times in his apartment, much to her horror and his nonchalance.

Homelander kept his gaze on Ben as he continued to grow even more flustered. The Supe smirked, tilting his head slightly. “Well, you clearly have a lot of ideas in mind to turn you so red. You tell me, little spider.”

"I'm not- You-" Ben pretended to rub an itch from his nose to hide a smile. "That's you, not me. Silly."

"I could uh... possibly convinced to make a switch." Ben blushed a deep red. Little did he know, a pair of those did exist. "I mean, like, buy some- not that I already have 'em already or anything like that."

One look at Homelander's grin and he knew he'd been had.

"Okay, I have a pair!"

The quirked eyebrow called him out so hard.

"...it's was a three pack, okay?"

Flustered didn't even begin to cover it when Homelander all but outwardly told him that sleeping beside him was fine. Not that Ben hadn't fallen asleep on cold rooftops far worse, but couches sucked for sleeping and he wasn't about to pretend he didn't prefer the bed.

"You're not a burden, and I'm definitely not kicking you to the couch," he blurted. "You can barely stand to move as is. If you think you're sore now, sleep a night on my couch. You'll need someone to pop you like a glowstick to feel any better. Plus, I got all the cozy blankets in here," he started rambling, like he always does when he's flustered. "It's like the perfect ratio of warm and breathable, couple smaller ones for layering. Turn the fan on and-"

Aaand he was being smirked at.

"I guess... uh..."

C'mon, Ben. Act like... literally anything other than a moron.

"W-We can get you comfortable first. Go from there, y'know?"

He shifted down to pull Homelander free of his boots. He cringed at the sight of blood splatters, but pulled them away nonetheless.

Ben avoided eye contact when he came back up to undo the zipper on Homelander's pants. In all the times he'd imagined this, it certainly was always pictured under... very different circumstances.

"Down we uh... Down we go." He said before grasping the waistband of both pants and underwear, pulling gently.

Don't look, don't look, don't fucking-

"S-Sorry," Ben squeaked.

Homelander just watched Ben with that smug smirk on his face, loving the effects he had on the kid. He was so easy to get all wound up and flustered, and then he’d go off on rambles which just made things worse. But for Homelander, he was well and truly enjoying the show, even chuckling as Ben tried to smooth things over.

“Well, nice to know I’m keeping you warm and…snug.” He fired back with a wiggle of his brows. He was well aware he wasn’t helping this situation, but right now he didn’t give a damn. It was amusing to the Supe as it was adorable.

Though he did appreciate the fact that he wasn’t being kicked to the couch. Ben was right, he could barely move, barely even stand as is. The couch wouldn’t help him recover any. Still, Homelander felt he should at least offer. He snorted at Ben mentioning needing popped like a glowstick, giving a nod.

“Alright, you made your point. I’ll stay right here then. But uh…if you ever need popped, just let me know.” Homelander teased with a smirk. “Temperature wise, I’m fine. My body maintains the same temperature no matter what. If anything, you just worry about keeping yourself warm and cozy, alright?”

Homelander gave a nod at getting comfortable. He watched Ben move down to take off his boots. The Supe didn’t move, staying still as he allowed the little spider to undress him. He was aware that this would be the first time Ben would see him naked, though that sort of thing didn’t bother the Supe. He didn’t get embarrassed or ashamed or insecure. He never had. Poor Ashley had caught him naked a good few times and he hadn’t batted an eye.

He couldn’t help but wriggle his toes the moment the boots were off, enjoying that relief. Though, his focus then shifted back to Ben as he felt fingers against the zipper of his pants, seeing the kid flush a bright red. Homelander remained silent, just watching as the zipper was pulled down and soon, his pants and underwear along with it, leaving the blonde laying there in all his bruised, battered up and naked glory.

Homelander just snickered and shrugged. “It’s okay, little spider. It’s no big deal.” He replied. “Thank you…by the way. This…this feels much better.” He hummed softly, enjoying the fresh air against his body.

Noticing Ben staring, Homelander couldn’t help himself as he smirked. “Like what you see?”

#@hom3land3r #benlander #//finally utilizing that readmore lol #//poor ben is all blush and no bite >:)#//oh noooo homie might have to direct oh nooooo >:)

If I need popped? Oh, god... Is he- no- maybe..?

"I- Y-You should pop me sometime," Ben stammered. Oh god, did Homelander mean it literally or was that a flirt earlier? "My back gets sore from swinging and... Yeah."

“I think…I need a…lie down…for a…while.”

He says as he immediately collapses.

"H-Hey! Woah, woah," Ben goes down alongside him, keeping him from landing too hard.

"What in the..."

“Oh…h-hey, Ben. My l-little spider…” Homelander whispered, coughing as his brows furrowed in pain. “Fuck…I don’t…feel…so good…”

Ben inspects him quickly, shocked at all the marks. He hides his worry, speaking softly.

"Hey, pumpkin." He coos. "I bet you don't..." He moves to lift Homelander, slow and careful. "That's it, there we go... Gonna get you in bed, m'kay? What happened?"

Homelander grunts, clenching his jaw as he’s shifted yet does his best to mask the pain.

“Mmhm. S-Sounds good.” He mumbled, trying to focus. “Had a little…run in with Ryan. Ended up becoming his punching bag.” He explained, holding onto Ben.

"God, Johnny..." he rushes to the bedroom, placing Homelander down with ease. He brushes a thumb over Homelander's cheekbone, brows furrowing at the sheer amount of damage.

He's never seen him hurt before. Sure, a bruise from Butcher and Soldier Boy that one time, but this?

He runs to the kitchen to get an ice pack. Climbs into bed beside him and presses it gently to his face.

"M'sorry about the cold..." Ben murmurs, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "But it'll help... I'm so sorry, pumpkin... How's Ryan look after all this?"

"That's..." Ben sighs, moving the ice pack to a new spot. "A lot."

Ben snuggles in closer without putting any weight on Homelander. He uses the proximity as a chance to look at the cuts on his face up close. The ends are practically already beginning to seal shut.

"Hmm... Your face is already fixing itself." He sighs a halfhearted laugh. "If nothing else, you'll still be pretty after all this."

Ben presses a featherlight kiss to Homelander's temple.

"That one's on you, hun." Ben chuckles. "You're the one who brought your dick into it, hehe."

He leans on his elbow to stare down at Homelander again.

A thought occurs to him.

Smooth, Ben. Smooth.

“Yeah well…trust m-me to bring my d-…dick into most situations.” He snickered before wincing again, trying his best to relax.

"For as much trouble as that thing gets you in, I'm surprised you keep bringing it up," Ben giggles.

His smile softens as he listens to Homelander express his trust. It means the world, and he chews his lip at the endearing nickname.

"You're sweet."

And of course he was ready to help.

"Yeah, o-of course," he stammers as he moves to stand. Ben makes his way to the edge of the bed and grasps Homelander gently by the shoulders. "Brace up, gonna move ya," he instructs.

"Aaand, again..."

Onto his back, where he's able to pull the top part of the suit off. Bruises and red burns linger all over Homelander's upper body. Ribs covered in the dark nebulae, abdomen battered.

Ben uses a web to bring the ice pack back into his hand. He presses it slowly against the darkest of the marks.

"Christ, man..." He exhales. "Uhh... I still got some of that supe grade ibuprofen from that time a bird fucked up my swing and I hit a wall. If you want any..."

The more he looked, though, the more he felt his face heat up.

"Let me- I'm gonna go get it. One sec!"

“Well, sometimes it has a mind of its own and brings itself up. I’m just the innocent second wheel.” Homelander teased with a lazy smile.

Smooth, Ben. Smooth.

"S-So..." Ben hums, fighting against the overbearing shyness swirling through his body. "What's uh... Whaddya want to do first?"