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nsfw!

Thinking about Billy fucking Steve’s face, a handful of dark brown hair in his grip while the other is giving patronizing little smacks to his boyfriend’s pretty face, cooing about how good he looks with his cheeks so pink

And Steve’s sitting back on his heels, staring up at Billy through tear-lined half-lidded eyes, trying his best to breathe and be good because he wants to cum, he knows Billy will only let him cum once he’s swallowed every last drop

His jaw aches and he gags and swallows around the weight of Billy’s cock on his tongue, feeling the mess of precum and spit on his chin, feeling it drip and that makes his own cock throb where it’s trapped in his jeans

“Look at you, so hard just from having my cock in your mouth,” Billy teases breathlessly, his hips slowing, pulling out just enough for Steve to gulp some air — before he’s pawing at Billy’s hips, wanting him again, whispering a wrecked, “Please…”

“So pathetic, really,” Billy moans as he feeds Steve his cock again, pushing the head against the inside of his boyfriend’s cheek just to watch it bulge, “You like sucking cock, Stevie?”

Steve blinks the tears away from his eyes, feeling his brain lag as he tries to focus, trying to remember what Billy had just asked him—

Billy pulls his cock out and smacks it against Steve’s warm cheek, laughing something mean as he says, “You can’t even think without a cock in your mouth.”

“Please,” Steve whispers again, whimpers a little as he opens his mouth again, staring up at Billy.

And, Christ, Billy knows how Steve gets. He knows how desperate he is for it — to be used, to be claimed.

So, he presses his cock into his boyfriend’s mouth again and groans as he feels the way Steve swallows around him, taking him into his throat, being so fucking good it almost makes Billy want to cry, too.

He can feel himself getting close, can feel his balls drawing up and his stomach tensing, so he grips Steve’s hair harder in his hand and says, “Swallow it.”

And of course, Steve does. He moans around Billy’s cock like the slut he is and doesn’t pull off until Billy forces him to, pulling him off by his hair and staring down at him.

Billy can’t resist himself. He asks Steve, “Did you swallow it?”

Steve nods, trying to catch his breath, looking so beautifully fucked out, his lips so red and swollen.

Billy smirks, a little, and hums, “Prove it.”

Steve opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, just for Billy to lean down and spit on it, growling, “Swallow. It.”

A cute, pathetic little sound voices in Steve’s throat as he does as he’s told, Billy seeing the way his throat works as he swallows the spit, his boy’s hips squirming and almost thrusting right after, and that’s when he spots the dark spot on the front of his jeans.

“Oh, good boy, Stevie,” Billy grins, pulling his boyfriend up to press a kiss to his messy mouth, feeling Steve’s arms wrapping around his shoulders with a pleased hum.

“You’re so gross,” Steve hums against his lips, content and happy, floating.

“I know,” Billy murmurs, reaching down to cup Steve’s sensitive and spent cock through his jeans, giving it a possessive little squeeze as he hums, “And you love it.”

And, annoyingly, Steve couldn’t disagree.