[There's a chuckle. Not necessarily a malicious one, but cocksucking sounds like it's foreign on Homelander's tongue. Like it's an ill-fit. He'll relax more in time, maybe, but there's something vaguely amusing about it now.
And tempting.]
Worth a shot, innit? [He shifts a little beneath Homelander, letting out a sigh.]
I suppose you've not done this before either, huh?
[That gets another laugh and he reaches out to run his fingers through the other's hair.]
Well, just watch the teeth, love. Sure you'll be fine.
[He could make a remark about him when he's older and his cocksucking abilities, but look at him trying to be only a bit of a cunt for the lad's first time.]
[He flashes a quick smile, dipping down to press a kiss to Billy's collarbone before crawling back on the couch to position himself more in line with the cock he's meant to be sucking.
It's... nice. His cheeks warm up at the thought of having it in his mouth.
He wraps a hand around the base, glancing up at Billy for approval before giving it a long, experimental lick along the underside.]
You bite it, I'm kicking. [Like that'd actually hurt the cunt, all things considered-- but he's actually not that worried about Homelander trying it anyway. Not really.
He looks good down there anyway, color creeping up to his cheeks, the way a slick, pink tongue slides over him. There's an approving hum of noise as Butcher shifts a bit, lets one foot plant firmly on the ground. His hand stays in Homelander's hair, though he's not pushing or guiding. Just lazy little strokes through his hair.]
[It's not a very impressive threat, but luckily Billy's dick is impressive enough to make up for it.
The prospect of swallowing it down is both enticing and a little intimidating, but the hand in his hair offers tactile encouragement, and so Homelander decides to dive right in and figure out the fine-tuning later. His lips wrap around the head, and then he's sucking down Billy's cock as far as he can comfortably take it, lips wrapped tight around it, careful not to allow any toothy accidents.
[Well, he'll take the captivation with his cock to be a compliment, honestly.
Even if Homelander is clearly inexperienced in what he's doing. It's a nice enough visual that Butcher isn't going to complain about it. He lets out a sigh, muscles tightening briefly before he relaxes again.]
That's good, lad... Oh, that's real good.
[His hand settles on the back of Homelander's head, playing through the finer hairs at the nape of his neck.]
[There's a pleased little sound at the compliment, muffled by the cock that's occupying his mouth -- and the tips of his ears seem to grow a shade redder. This isn't the sort of activity Vought's next greatest hero is supposed to be getting up to, but worrying about it barely even occurs to him at the moment.
His eyes flutter nearly shut as he sucks up and down Billy's cock, trying to keep a nice, steady pace, rubbing his tongue under the head and around it, coming up, enjoying the texture.
It's fun, even if there's a bit of a strain on his cheeks.]
[It's a bit mad, really. If anyone had told him he'd be stretched out on a couch, letting Homelander suck him off... he might've bashed in their heads. But here he is, letting out approving little groans when Homelander does something good -- moves right, swipes his tongue in just the spot. He huffs out a breath and lets his head fall back.]
He picks up the rhythm, sweat gathering on his brow and on the back of his neck as he gulps down Billy's cock, taking him in again and again, focused and attentive to the point of near reverence.
[There's a deeper groan as Homelander picks up the pace, rough around the edges. He doesn't mean to actually choke the lad on his cock -- not this time, at least -- but he does rock his hips up slowly, carefully. Fingers tangle in tighter to blonde locks as his breath picks up, as his skin reddens with desire and heat, spreading from his chest up.]
[He doesn't mind the gentle thrusting -- it's easy enough to match the movements of his head to, and a reliable way to know that Billy likes what he's doing, even if he is getting a bit impatient.
He groans at the tightening of fingers in his hair, the sounds Billy is making reverberating down to his own cock as he rubs against the couch cushion, chasing a bit of relief. He grips Billy's hip, thumb rubbing over his balls as he keeps up the pace, tasting the precum at the slit of Billy's cock on his way up.]
[It's tempting for a moment to push deeper, to go rougher, just to see what Homelander will do. If he'll take it, if he'll complain, if he'll do worse-- but he doesn't. Not this time, at least.
There's something about watching Homelander grind himself on the couch, feel that moan around his cock. He lets out a deep, rough groan as his fingertips rake over Homelander's scalp.]
John-- [He bites at the inside of his own cheek.] Getting close.
[He doesn't take it as a warning -- more as an encouragement to double down on his efforts and make sure to bring Billy over the edge as nicely as possible.
He keeps up the faster pace, the eager, single-minded determination, not bothering to breathe so that his focus is fixed solely on sucking every inch of Billy's cock.
It doesn't occur to him, even for a second, to take his mouth off of him. He wants to experience -- and taste -- all of it.]
[Homelander doesn't pull off... who's he to insist? Especially when he only seems to double down on what he's doing, continue with enthusiasm that's... almost charming. Fuck.
There's another groan when the pleasure pulses through him as he spills himself into the waiting mouth, expression twisting in pleasure as he pushes forward just a bit. He probably shouldn't, but fuck-- he wants more of that slick heat around his cock, wants to see himself slide further past those lips.]
[At this point, he's not sure he could take his mouth off Billy even if he wanted to. He's almost hypnotically attuned to the weight of the cock in his mouth, the smooth slide of it against his lips, the salty taste at the tip of his tongue.
It's perfect.
All of that intense, meditative focus doesn't stop him from choking when cum hits the back of his throat. He pulls back, coughing as tears prickle in his eyes.]
[Butcher feels boneless for a moment -- the hangover more of an annoyance than all encompassing throb in his temple, pleasure thrumming along his nerves. The coughing draws out an amused, breathless huff.]
[If he busted Homelander's balls now, over this, it wouldn't be conducive to keeping a pet supe very loyal, would it? So even if it wasn't exactly skilled, he'll give him a wee bit of praise.
Hard to fuck up a blowjob too bad anyway.
He lets out a sigh where he's laid back on the couch, holding out an arm to coax Homelander closer.]
[Bloody brilliant, huh? Billy might be exaggerating a bit, but that doesn't stop Homelander from cracking a smile, feeling very pleased with himself and his accomplishments in the field of blowjobs.
He shifts his jaw around, trying to loosen the tension that's built in there, before crawling up and stretching out over Billy like an oversized cat.]
[Well, if he wants some pointers, Butcher will be glad to give them later... but right now? He got off, so he can't complain too hard, can he? He huffs a sigh out as Homelander crawls up over him. He takes the opportunity to pull him down into a kiss--
Well, briefly. The comment has him huffing out in amusement.]
I thought I was always an asshole... [He could be so much worse than he's been, he's sure...]
Mm, feeing fine for now. You want me to change the dressing on your back soon?
[Well, there's asshole and there's asshole, and last night, Billy was a different flavor of asshole than the one he's gotten used to. A lot more unpleasant.
He's not sure if it was just the alcohol or... something else.]
Mm...
[There's slight tensing in him before he fully flattens over Billy, pressing his nose into his shoulder.]
[Yeah, well. They've all got their bad days, don't they? Best to not think about it too deeply.
Especially when he's-- pretty relaxed. Enough that he brings a hand up to brush through Homelander's hair again, patting it idly back into place. As much as he can in his current position, anyway.
His eyes drift shut for a moment and he breathes out a sigh.]
[He's still and quiet for a while, not too eager to budge from his strategic position, resting and breathing and taking in Billy's warmth, basking in the gentle touch.]
Did you feel bad? About, uh--about having to hurt me?
[He asks it softly and phrases it carefully, unsure if Billy would even be willing to touch the subject. But Billy's never handled him with kid gloves, so maybe asking him is fair.
And maybe that'd explain why he got so drunk last night. Trying to numb out the discomfort.]
[Fucking seriously? You can't blow a guy and then bring up shite like that. Feelings or whatever Homelander's getting at. His jaw tightens for a moment.
That's not an easy fucking question to answer, especially when he's still trying to reconcile this little fucking puppy with the cunt he ended up marrying and all the fucking sins between them.
Sins this one doesn't even carry or know about yet, in some cases.
Butcher isn't a good enough man to care if he doesn't share them... almost. But it's a wee bit complicated when whatever little bit of conscience he's got left reminds him that this is a lad that's been raised and abused in a lab, made into what he is as much as Butcher was shaped into the raging cunt he is.]
I don't like my hand fucking forced. [He decides after a moment.] If I'm gonna do something, I want it to be because I bloody well decided to do it, lad, and for the reasons I decide. Not just getting a fucking barbed whip in my hand and punishing you because some cunt up above says you've been naughty and need a bit of a spanking.
[It isn't that simple though, is it?]
Why the hell did you wander off, then? If we're sharing and caring.
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And tempting.]
Worth a shot, innit? [He shifts a little beneath Homelander, letting out a sigh.]
I suppose you've not done this before either, huh?
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Ah, no.
[Obviously.]
Haven't come across any particularly appealing cocks.
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Well, just watch the teeth, love. Sure you'll be fine.
[He could make a remark about him when he's older and his cocksucking abilities, but look at him trying to be only a bit of a cunt for the lad's first time.]
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[He flashes a quick smile, dipping down to press a kiss to Billy's collarbone before crawling back on the couch to position himself more in line with the cock he's meant to be sucking.
It's... nice. His cheeks warm up at the thought of having it in his mouth.
He wraps a hand around the base, glancing up at Billy for approval before giving it a long, experimental lick along the underside.]
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He looks good down there anyway, color creeping up to his cheeks, the way a slick, pink tongue slides over him. There's an approving hum of noise as Butcher shifts a bit, lets one foot plant firmly on the ground. His hand stays in Homelander's hair, though he's not pushing or guiding. Just lazy little strokes through his hair.]
Mm...
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The prospect of swallowing it down is both enticing and a little intimidating, but the hand in his hair offers tactile encouragement, and so Homelander decides to dive right in and figure out the fine-tuning later. His lips wrap around the head, and then he's sucking down Billy's cock as far as he can comfortably take it, lips wrapped tight around it, careful not to allow any toothy accidents.
He pulls back a bit, gaze straying up again.]
Mm?
[Is he doing okay?]
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Even if Homelander is clearly inexperienced in what he's doing. It's a nice enough visual that Butcher isn't going to complain about it. He lets out a sigh, muscles tightening briefly before he relaxes again.]
That's good, lad... Oh, that's real good.
[His hand settles on the back of Homelander's head, playing through the finer hairs at the nape of his neck.]
You're a fucking sight right now...
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His eyes flutter nearly shut as he sucks up and down Billy's cock, trying to keep a nice, steady pace, rubbing his tongue under the head and around it, coming up, enjoying the texture.
It's fun, even if there's a bit of a strain on his cheeks.]
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That's it, love... Little faster, yeah?
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He picks up the rhythm, sweat gathering on his brow and on the back of his neck as he gulps down Billy's cock, taking him in again and again, focused and attentive to the point of near reverence.
He wants to do it right. Has to.]
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Fuck--
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He groans at the tightening of fingers in his hair, the sounds Billy is making reverberating down to his own cock as he rubs against the couch cushion, chasing a bit of relief. He grips Billy's hip, thumb rubbing over his balls as he keeps up the pace, tasting the precum at the slit of Billy's cock on his way up.]
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There's something about watching Homelander grind himself on the couch, feel that moan around his cock. He lets out a deep, rough groan as his fingertips rake over Homelander's scalp.]
John-- [He bites at the inside of his own cheek.] Getting close.
[Least he can do is warn him, he figures.]
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He keeps up the faster pace, the eager, single-minded determination, not bothering to breathe so that his focus is fixed solely on sucking every inch of Billy's cock.
It doesn't occur to him, even for a second, to take his mouth off of him. He wants to experience -- and taste -- all of it.]
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There's another groan when the pleasure pulses through him as he spills himself into the waiting mouth, expression twisting in pleasure as he pushes forward just a bit. He probably shouldn't, but fuck-- he wants more of that slick heat around his cock, wants to see himself slide further past those lips.]
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It's perfect.
All of that intense, meditative focus doesn't stop him from choking when cum hits the back of his throat. He pulls back, coughing as tears prickle in his eyes.]
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Can't say I didn't warn you, now can you, love?
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Mm.
[He knows "love" is just one of Billy's Britishisms, but it's still nice, to have it used on him.]
Was it--was it okay?
[It's clear from the uncertain waver in his voice that he really wants it to have been more than okay.]
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[If he busted Homelander's balls now, over this, it wouldn't be conducive to keeping a pet supe very loyal, would it? So even if it wasn't exactly skilled, he'll give him a wee bit of praise.
Hard to fuck up a blowjob too bad anyway.
He lets out a sigh where he's laid back on the couch, holding out an arm to coax Homelander closer.]
Come here.
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He shifts his jaw around, trying to loosen the tension that's built in there, before crawling up and stretching out over Billy like an oversized cat.]
So, uh. Are you done puking and being an asshole?
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Well, briefly. The comment has him huffing out in amusement.]
I thought I was always an asshole... [He could be so much worse than he's been, he's sure...]
Mm, feeing fine for now. You want me to change the dressing on your back soon?
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He's not sure if it was just the alcohol or... something else.]
Mm...
[There's slight tensing in him before he fully flattens over Billy, pressing his nose into his shoulder.]
Yeah. I'd like that.
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Especially when he's-- pretty relaxed. Enough that he brings a hand up to brush through Homelander's hair again, patting it idly back into place. As much as he can in his current position, anyway.
His eyes drift shut for a moment and he breathes out a sigh.]
Yeah, alright...
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Did you feel bad? About, uh--about having to hurt me?
[He asks it softly and phrases it carefully, unsure if Billy would even be willing to touch the subject. But Billy's never handled him with kid gloves, so maybe asking him is fair.
And maybe that'd explain why he got so drunk last night. Trying to numb out the discomfort.]
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[Fucking seriously? You can't blow a guy and then bring up shite like that. Feelings or whatever Homelander's getting at. His jaw tightens for a moment.
That's not an easy fucking question to answer, especially when he's still trying to reconcile this little fucking puppy with the cunt he ended up marrying and all the fucking sins between them.
Sins this one doesn't even carry or know about yet, in some cases.
Butcher isn't a good enough man to care if he doesn't share them... almost. But it's a wee bit complicated when whatever little bit of conscience he's got left reminds him that this is a lad that's been raised and abused in a lab, made into what he is as much as Butcher was shaped into the raging cunt he is.]
I don't like my hand fucking forced. [He decides after a moment.] If I'm gonna do something, I want it to be because I bloody well decided to do it, lad, and for the reasons I decide. Not just getting a fucking barbed whip in my hand and punishing you because some cunt up above says you've been naughty and need a bit of a spanking.
[It isn't that simple though, is it?]
Why the hell did you wander off, then? If we're sharing and caring.
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