He’d been close, by the time Devon opened his mouth, and a small part of him was relieved to be able to take advantage of the distraction. Henley’s mouth was far too talented for him to hold off properly for very long - even after coming once already. And it was a little bit too soon for either Devon or the whore to find that out just yet.
William squeezed Devon’s hand again before pulling back and away from the prostitute’s greedy lips, holding himself just out of reach even as his cock twitched a little too obviously.
"Course he did. Who wouldn’t?" He chuckled softly, smirking as Henley tried to chase after him, tongue peeking from between his lips as William took a step back, a step closer to his husband.
"But you know, why not hear it from him? Answer him, Henley. You’ve imagined it, haven’t you? Pictured it, touched yourself with the thought?" He remembered a little secret he hadn’t let Devon in on yet - a short series of videos, hard to find, but worth the time to look - a series Henley had made an appearance or two in himself. "You have, and I know it for a fact. Tell him about the videos, Henley. Tell him why.”
“Of course he did?”
The question came without thinking, and this time, Devon moved a little closer. Just a little. Just to feel a bit safer, just to be a little closer to his husband. Strong and protective as always. With William here, nothing would happen – not even with this man and his dangerous thoughts in the same room.
The picture of this unworthy creature sweating and moaning and penetrating him was terrifying and disgusting, and Devon felt an unpleasant shiver running through his body, clinging a little tighter to the hand in his own.
William would prevent any of these fantasies from happening. He had killed for Devon already. Right from the very first day. And this thought was soothing, somehow.
Had William’s arousal twitched, though? Had it been so good? Had he regretted to withdraw? Had it been better than with Devon? Things the Director made a mental note to ask later. Important things. Vital things. But he knew the answer already, despite the little sting of doubt. William was his. That was what he had promised, was it not?
Another squeeze, this time coming in response from Devon, and the Director tilted his head curiously. This was still scary – although less so with his husband and bodyguard and General by his side – but also strangely fascinating and interesting.
“Why would he… do that when it is impossible to ever happen?” Chewing on his lips, and possibly holding onto his husband’s hand just a little tighter, he almost whispered. It didn’t matter that the prostitute was probably hearing him. He didn’t matter at all. What did matter was William, and the answer to a question that Devon already knew.
But he still needed the confirmation.
“You will prevent such things from happening, will you not?”
Of all fucked up and strange things Mark had seen and experienced today, this was probably the weirdest. Could one man be so fucking daft? Especially one who claimed to be a genius. The saviour of mankind? It was almost hilarious.
But before he could even smirk around the General’s cock… the man withdrew.
Would he ever be able to finish?
This, too, was almost hilarious.
With a frustrated grown and his brows knitted together in annoyance and a hint of frustration, he started chasing after his prize. But again, it was denied. And Mark was getting tired of this game.
This was annoying.
Annoying and strange and- had the Director really asked why? Did he need a goddamn chart?
“Sure I ha- Videos? Which videos? Oh. The videos.”
And within a second, every colour disappeared from his cheeks and his face as realization sunk in and his features froze – and he couldn’t remember when this had happened before - probably when he’d been caught wanking when he’d been fourteen.
The General knew about them? He was using them against him now?
Not that he was ashamed of them. Not that he’d ever regretted making them. On the contrary, he had enjoyed making them, had thought about the shooting often, and the boy with the pale skin and the green contacts who had looked so much like the Director; had thought about pounding into him and making him moan. What a bottom he’d been.
But this… this situation was unpleasant. And he wasn’t at all prepared as he stared up at the General, completely pale and speechless as he heard the Director’s voice like it came from very far away, heard it asking again.
Oh, now there was something he liked to see.
Henley was… petrified, almost. He’d lost all color, lost his voice, lost that control and sarcasm and cocky demeanor almost instantly, all of it melting away in a flash the second William brought up the subject.
Initially, he’d meant for the man to admit the truth, that he’d been such a key player in those videos, that he’d impersonated the General himself, just to see Devon’s reaction. He knew it would have been priceless, could almost predict the Director’s words: He could never be you. That is foolish. No one could ever be you.
But now another opportunity presented itself with Henley’s silence. A new game, one he could draw out and toy with, a cat and mouse ordeal that would leave Henley paranoid and wondering.
Maybe, he didn’t have to state it yet. Maybe he could give the man a bit of false security, a small attachment based on a feeling of trust that William would break and over and over again.
Definitely a better alternative.
But first, Deon had had questions, and being the dutiful husband, he needed to answer those, first.
Which was still fun enough.
"What do you mean? Don’t tell me you’re surprised that people imagine things that could never happen." He turned, just enough to flash Devon a warm smile, squeezing his hand once more, speaking softly despite still being perfectly in range of Henley’s hearing. "You’ve gotten on my case about that more often that I can count. Particularly about you. Remember?" Another pause, another layer of warmth to his voice, before adding, "And of course I’ll prevent it. You know that."
He smiled again, turning his head to look down at Henley once more.
"Then again, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it. Wanting what you can’t have. You have no idea just how many people thought we were fucking long before we went public. And just how many of them got a kick out of the idea. How many people got off to it." He nudged Henley a little roughly with his foot, but offered a tiny, quick-second wink as well, something Devon wouldn’t be able to see.
"Henley here knows all about that. Don’t you? From what I hear he’s got quite a collection of porn videos. And some with lookalikes, pretending to be us; for the sake of… private entertainment."