[You'd think it wouldn't be worth it. But then you get to the bottom of the bottle and you just can't stop, it becomes an old friend and all that pathetic shite you hear old drunks down at the pub spewing like it excuses anything.
Butcher's just stopped caring about excusing anything. He's in Hell and he might as well embrace his vices.
Although part of him wants to hang on to being petty and angry at Homelander - and he doesn't even really know why. Or want to dissect the reasons more precisely. Even he realizes being a little fucking cunt isn't going to help. He still needs the baby supe in his back pocket.
Besides, he knows trauma when he sees it, knows trauma responses, and all that shit.
He sighs at the touch to his neck, tipping his head forward briefly. The comment gets a quiet, amused snort out of him.]
Yeah, yeah... I got it. You don't like the smell of whiskey.
[There's no heat behind the words, or at least no more than usual.]
[Not that Billy doesn't often carry a whiff of it, but his nose has gotten pretty accustomed to the pub-like atmospheric flavoring. In larger quantities, though, it's just overwhelming and obnoxious.
Since Billy isn't jerking away from him, he runs his hand further up, fingers pushing through messy, damp hair.]
[He's not entirely sure what's-- inspiring this, all things considered. But he's got just enough of a lingering headache that he doesn't seem to mind the fingers pushing through his hair... necessarily. The fingertips against his scalp feel nice enough, at least.
Is this Homelander being weirdly attached to him again? Trying to make up for walking out on him yesterday? Hard to say.]
And yet you live around me of all the blokes... [Even when Billy isn't drinking as much as he did last night, he definitely still drinks.]
[There's a short chuckle at that. Well-- he's heard that one before. He does end up turning his head a bit, tilting closer to Homelander, studying him curiously.]
[He smiles, a little unsure in face of the scrutiny. He is feeling better this morning. Billy's sober, for one. He's gotten some sleep, alongside Princess. His back isn't bothering him quite as much.]
I just--[There's a small, awkward roll of his shoulders.]--missed you.
[Missed him? It's bizarre for a moment, hearing Homelander of all people say he genuinely missed Butcher, weird as shit's gotten between them. But this is a fucking baby version who doesn't know any better.
It gets a predictable eyeroll, but he doesn't bite off any cutting remarks. He could. He could probably send him right back packing... but the urge to self-destruct and ruin everything around him is a little calmer than it was the night before, and he can admit having a supe in his back pocket is still a good idea.
Clearly, that's-- all that is.
And clearly the kiss he leans in for is for Homelander's benefit rather than his.]
[Maybe he is, a little. The kiss does a lot to soften the sting of the accusation, and it's hard to argue for absolute sanity when there's a shattered nightstand in the next room.
His hand drifts back down to Billy's neck, lips pressing a light kiss to his shoulder.]
[And Hell hasn't exactly improved his mental healthy any, has it? But right now-- things could probably be a lot fucking worse.
He turns himself towards Homelander, sliding his hands down to his waist to draw him in closer, careful to avoid anywhere he knows those lashes are at least.]
Works for us, yeah?
[And whatever the answer is, he's leaning in for another kiss - one he full intends on letting linger for a bit.]
[There's a soft chuckle, a warmth spreading through his stomach as Billy pulls him closer, so that they're chest to chest, skin to skin. It's a damn good thing Billy rinsed out his mouth after his disgusting little date with the toilet.
He sucks on Billy's lower lip, even scrapes his teeth on the inside of it like he's looking to provoke him, grinning as they part.]
[There's a low growl when teeth scrape over him, his hands sliding from where they'd settled at his waist to grope at his ass. Fucking around-- hadn't been quite what he'd figured his morning would consist of, but...
He's not gonna complain. Better to do that than have a sulking supe breaking tables all day.]
[He pulls away to give Homelander a bit of a push to get him moving.]
C'mon, sit down.
[The towel is carelessly taken off, Butcher letting it drop to the ground. He'd been intending on dressing after breakfast, but... well, something else has come up apparently.]
[Oh, come on. Billy clearly likes it when he's being a cunt. It spices things up.
Homelander moves to sit down at the edge of the couch, careful not to let his back touch the cushions, teeth pressing lightly into his lower lip at the sight of Billy bare.
It's actually kind of annoying sometimes, how attractive he is.]
[It'd be very disturbing if Homelander ever quit being a cunt, it's true.
And for now, he's careful as he goes to settle on the other's lap, straddling him. He has no intention of staying like that - they'll worry about better positions for the wreck of his back in a moment.
Right now, he's maybe just enjoying that look he's getting that he's going to try to keep it going long as possible. Leaning in, he brushes a kiss to the other man's lips.]
[At least Butcher is being careful to keep his hands away from Homelander's back. They are wandering over his shoulders, down along his chest as he gives an approving noise into that kiss.
Not that he lets it linger too long before his lips are moving over the line of his jaw, down his neck.
Good thing he's past the puking stage, at least. Probably.]
[Getting touched this much is new and--fuck it's nice. It's hard to keep from squirming, from wanting more. He tips his head back, a small moan slipping out of his lips. One hand stays parked on a firm ass cheek, unwilling to relinquish its hold of it, while the other slides up into Billy's hair, fingertips massaging into his scalp.]
[He squirms some more, making a strangled sound at the bite. His fingers flex in Billy's hair.]
Then... yeah, I'd say it's better.
[Not that there's anything wrong with a solitary shower adventure, but--he wouldn't trade a naked Billy for it, let alone one who's straddling him and doing... things.]
[Good answer if the way Billy's hands creep down even further is any indication, far enough to palm over him a bit as he continues to explore a bit with his mouth. It's not a bad position to be in, Homelander underneath him, squirming and reacting to what he does.
Seems to be distracting from all the I miss yous too, for now. He has no doubt Homelander will try to slip some shite in again when his blood isn't rushing to his cock.]
[Well, he's got some blood left in his brain, even if he's not using it to compose sonnets to cockney assholes at the moment. There's just enough of it for him to decide to switch things up a bit, his hands gripping at Billy's waist to lift him up and push him down onto the couch cushions, shifting his own position to get on top of him and win the higher ground.
It gives him a lot more room to maneuver, which he takes advantage of by dipping his head and swiping his tongue in a long, warm lick over Billy's pec.]
[There's an sharp draw of a breath when he finds himself lifted up and pushed down like it's nothing... and underneath someone who could break him as easily as that table last night if he got too into things.
He's not sure how he feels about giving up that sort of control, really. Being put on his back, underneath a supe.
But part of him doesn't actually-- care too much when he's more curious than anything. His hands slide up to tangle through Homelander's hair loosely as he watches him through half-lidded eyes.
[Well, he's not planning to treat Billy like he would a nightstand. That would be rude.
It's not even control he's after, though there's a heady rush that comes from throwing Billy just a little bit off his game, and hearing his normally steady pulse kick up.]
Maybe.
[Nothing too intricate. Mostly, he's enjoying how this new angle allows him to put his mouth on Billy's chest again and again, to lick into the hollow of his throat, to draw some flesh into his mouth and give it a nip.]
[It'd be a mood killer to be sure -- and right now? He's definitely getting in a mood. There's a soft noise that leaves his throat when teeth sink in, tilting his head back to offer more access, to give quiet encouragement.
He bites his lower lip to stifle anything else that might rise up as one of his hands slides down over Homelander's shoulders, slide down to stroke along his sides, blunt nails raking lightly.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Butcher's just stopped caring about excusing anything. He's in Hell and he might as well embrace his vices.
Although part of him wants to hang on to being petty and angry at Homelander - and he doesn't even really know why. Or want to dissect the reasons more precisely. Even he realizes being a little fucking cunt isn't going to help. He still needs the baby supe in his back pocket.
Besides, he knows trauma when he sees it, knows trauma responses, and all that shit.
He sighs at the touch to his neck, tipping his head forward briefly. The comment gets a quiet, amused snort out of him.]
Yeah, yeah... I got it. You don't like the smell of whiskey.
[There's no heat behind the words, or at least no more than usual.]
no subject
[Not that Billy doesn't often carry a whiff of it, but his nose has gotten pretty accustomed to the pub-like atmospheric flavoring. In larger quantities, though, it's just overwhelming and obnoxious.
Since Billy isn't jerking away from him, he runs his hand further up, fingers pushing through messy, damp hair.]
no subject
Is this Homelander being weirdly attached to him again? Trying to make up for walking out on him yesterday? Hard to say.]
And yet you live around me of all the blokes... [Even when Billy isn't drinking as much as he did last night, he definitely still drinks.]
no subject
[Nobody's perfect, and all that. Billy certainly isn't, and Homelander...
Well, they both know he doesn't quite match the parameters set for him, either. Maybe that's what draws them together.]
You're not bad looking. The accent's fun.
[His thumb circles the shell of Billy's ear, mouth curving in a small, playful grin.]
no subject
Someone's in a better mood this morning.
[Probably good for the furniture.]
no subject
I just--[There's a small, awkward roll of his shoulders.]--missed you.
[Is that stupid? It hasn't even been two days.]
no subject
It gets a predictable eyeroll, but he doesn't bite off any cutting remarks. He could. He could probably send him right back packing... but the urge to self-destruct and ruin everything around him is a little calmer than it was the night before, and he can admit having a supe in his back pocket is still a good idea.
Clearly, that's-- all that is.
And clearly the kiss he leans in for is for Homelander's benefit rather than his.]
You really are fucking mad, y'know.
no subject
[Maybe he is, a little. The kiss does a lot to soften the sting of the accusation, and it's hard to argue for absolute sanity when there's a shattered nightstand in the next room.
His hand drifts back down to Billy's neck, lips pressing a light kiss to his shoulder.]
What does that make you?
no subject
[And Hell hasn't exactly improved his mental healthy any, has it? But right now-- things could probably be a lot fucking worse.
He turns himself towards Homelander, sliding his hands down to his waist to draw him in closer, careful to avoid anywhere he knows those lashes are at least.]
Works for us, yeah?
[And whatever the answer is, he's leaning in for another kiss - one he full intends on letting linger for a bit.]
no subject
He sucks on Billy's lower lip, even scrapes his teeth on the inside of it like he's looking to provoke him, grinning as they part.]
no subject
He's not gonna complain. Better to do that than have a sulking supe breaking tables all day.]
Let's take this to the couch.
no subject
Think you can make it there on foot or should I carry you?
[Wouldn't want Billy to overexert himself after his whiskey guzzling marathon.]
no subject
[He pulls away to give Homelander a bit of a push to get him moving.]
C'mon, sit down.
[The towel is carelessly taken off, Butcher letting it drop to the ground. He'd been intending on dressing after breakfast, but... well, something else has come up apparently.]
no subject
Homelander moves to sit down at the edge of the couch, careful not to let his back touch the cushions, teeth pressing lightly into his lower lip at the sight of Billy bare.
It's actually kind of annoying sometimes, how attractive he is.]
no subject
And for now, he's careful as he goes to settle on the other's lap, straddling him. He has no intention of staying like that - they'll worry about better positions for the wreck of his back in a moment.
Right now, he's maybe just enjoying that look he's getting that he's going to try to keep it going long as possible. Leaning in, he brushes a kiss to the other man's lips.]
no subject
He inhales as Billy straddles him, a stupid smile catching his lips before they're kissing again.
He runs his hands up Billy's bare thighs to his ass -- which he feels up with enthusiasm, giving it an admiring squeeze.]
no subject
Not that he lets it linger too long before his lips are moving over the line of his jaw, down his neck.
Good thing he's past the puking stage, at least. Probably.]
Better than having a wank in the shower, lad?
no subject
Ah--alone or with you?
[What a complicated question...]
no subject
He bites at a patch of skin, letting out a pleased noise at the hand in his hair while his own creep lower on Homelander's body.]
Let's start with alone first, yeah?
no subject
Then... yeah, I'd say it's better.
[Not that there's anything wrong with a solitary shower adventure, but--he wouldn't trade a naked Billy for it, let alone one who's straddling him and doing... things.]
no subject
Seems to be distracting from all the I miss yous too, for now. He has no doubt Homelander will try to slip some shite in again when his blood isn't rushing to his cock.]
no subject
It gives him a lot more room to maneuver, which he takes advantage of by dipping his head and swiping his tongue in a long, warm lick over Billy's pec.]
no subject
He's not sure how he feels about giving up that sort of control, really. Being put on his back, underneath a supe.
But part of him doesn't actually-- care too much when he's more curious than anything. His hands slide up to tangle through Homelander's hair loosely as he watches him through half-lidded eyes.
Not too bad a sight, really.]
Got an idea?
no subject
It's not even control he's after, though there's a heady rush that comes from throwing Billy just a little bit off his game, and hearing his normally steady pulse kick up.]
Maybe.
[Nothing too intricate. Mostly, he's enjoying how this new angle allows him to put his mouth on Billy's chest again and again, to lick into the hollow of his throat, to draw some flesh into his mouth and give it a nip.]
no subject
He bites his lower lip to stifle anything else that might rise up as one of his hands slides down over Homelander's shoulders, slide down to stroke along his sides, blunt nails raking lightly.]
You gonna share, mate?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)