[There have been fleeting moments when Homelander wondered whether he should trust a complete stranger, especially one with a lack of love for supes and a grudge against Vought -- his makers, his future.
This isn't one of those moments.
Right now, only him and Billy exist in the world, and he couldn't give less of a fuck about anything or anyone else. Vought and its all-seeing eye included.
He holds his hands flat against the wall, afraid of what he might do with them; his breath turns panting, stomach taut, jaw straining as he futilely tries to hold back the small whines and groans that keep breaking out of his throat.
A hot shiver runs through him, cock to toes, at that mercilessly light rub of Billy's thumb.]
Oh--oh--fuck--sorry--
[His voice cracks, the back of his head thumping back against the wall and denting the panel as he comes in Billy's fist, in just a few hot, rough spurts.]
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This isn't one of those moments.
Right now, only him and Billy exist in the world, and he couldn't give less of a fuck about anything or anyone else. Vought and its all-seeing eye included.
He holds his hands flat against the wall, afraid of what he might do with them; his breath turns panting, stomach taut, jaw straining as he futilely tries to hold back the small whines and groans that keep breaking out of his throat.
A hot shiver runs through him, cock to toes, at that mercilessly light rub of Billy's thumb.]
Oh--oh--fuck--sorry--
[His voice cracks, the back of his head thumping back against the wall and denting the panel as he comes in Billy's fist, in just a few hot, rough spurts.]