first time

charles-lloyd-devon:

william-ashford:

William couldn’t help but smile back, ducking his head to nip at Devon’s lips, so red and swollen and inviting.

"You got it."

With a soft groan he pushed, sighing as he broke through tension and resistance to slick wet heat, and just like that, his control snapped once more.

He buried his face in the boy’s neck, forehead on the pillow, eyes closed as he slowly unraveled, losing himself to pleasure and indulgence, thrusting rhythmically but hard.

His arms found their way up around Devon’s shoulders, bracing him and keeping him in place with the boy’s legs still locked around him.

Burning pain. Again.

But this time, he was prepared. This time, he knew what would happen.

This time, he could start to enjoy it, anticipating greater pleasure.

Devon moaned loudly as he felt his bodyguard entering him again, eyes and mouth wide open and clinging harder to the man above him. He didn’t try to hide the short flash of pain. He didn’t try to hide his eagerness either.

There was a hint of disappointment as well, though; an unpleasant stinging in his chest he hadn’t expected.

What he had expected was… slowness. Kisses. The hand returning to his arousal and closing around it again, bringing him to completion in a slow and gentle rhythm. Some sort of reaction to his own hands squeezing and working that would have made his insecurity weaker, the fear that he was not… good enough at this, that he wasn’t doing it right. This position was predestined for kisses, was it not? Why was William not kissing him, then? The nip at his lip had made him squirm, had made him crave… but it was not nearly enough.

Devon hadn’t even known that his expectations had been so precise and he withdrew his hands just in case the gesture hadn’t been welcome.

As good as this was – although the hard rhythm was still hurting a little – he wanted something else. And there was, unfortunately, no other way to get it than to talk.

“Kiss me.”

William slowed almost immediately, even if it did take conscious effort to listen and obey, and it left him panting with his lips hovering over Devon’s.

"Yes, sir."

The response came naturally, despite surprising him as the words slipped out in a low whisper. He didn’t have time to wonder that it felt so right like this, calling him this, like this. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he listened, that he slowed and relaxed, and ran his fingers once through the boy’s hair before kissing him finally. 

"Sorry."

He’d barely managed that one, gasping it between breaths as Devon responded so greedily to his lips, but in the relative stillness now, he reached for the boy’s hands again, bringing them back to where they’d been just moments before, encouraging the exploratory touches, before slipping his own hand between them and circling around Devon’s cock.

"I won’t let go if you don’t."

Henley 2

charles-lloyd-devon:

william-ashford:

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.

“What the-“

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 videos.

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.

“Which videos?”

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.

Very interesting.

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."

Henley 2

charles-lloyd-devon:

william-ashford:

One thing he’d definitely have to find a way around - Henley definitely knew what he was doing. He was fantastic at this, and the General found it even a little challenging to keep himself restrained, to keep from showing just how much he enjoyed this. 

Because he knew Devon. He knew his husband would ask.

How was he? How do I compare? Am I better? 

For once, William wasn’t sure he could truthfully answer yes to that question.

To be honest, he was actually very sure he couldn’t.

Devon wasn’t bad, of course. He never had been. And he knew William perfectly after so long together, after so many years of whatever their strange relationship had thrown at them. Some things rarely changed and the fact that Devon knew William’s body, his desires, was undeniable.

But then again, there was always a certain level of skill that even Devon himself couldn’t reach. Skill that only a man who’d familiarized himself to a life of using his body to get ahead, could manage.

Skills that Henley was clearly showing off to the best of his abilities - as he should, of course.

But god, it was hard to keep the sounds in his throat from becoming moans. And he knew it would be difficult to hold back if he allowed the prostitute to keep going for very long. He was still so sensitive, so worked up from Devon’s unexpected advance.

The soft movement behind him was a welcome distraction, the little tug at his suit jacket centering him and bringing his mind away from the lips around his cock. Devon, watching, waiting, admiring and reaching out - was he lonely already? Needing attention? Jealous maybe?

But William didn’t turn, not yet. He did reach behind him with his free hand, searching, his fingers finally connecting, stroking softly and hoping the affection showed clearly, that Devon knew he wasn’t ignored, that William still belonged to him entirely.

Mark could feel it, the tension and the effort the General had to make to stay still, to keep still; how much he struggled to hide the pleasure and arousal. He knew the signs, the hitch of breath, the tensing of muscles and twitching of flesh. The General was probably too stubborn and proud to show it. And then there was still the Director on his bed. Watching.

Who was most likely getting the bigger kick out of this? Devon or his General?

Probably, Mark was doing an even better job than the Director could ever do. Was he jealous? He had all reason to be, after all.

And that thought made him smile around the cock in his mouth as he swallowed him down again with a moan. Greedy and lustful and loud.

If he’d have his hands, he could provide even more sensation, even more pleasure and heat. But for now, his mouth had to do. And it would do.

Maybe it was even better like this. It was a chance to excel himself.

Not that there weren’t more things he knew of he could excel with.

For a moment, Devon thought about sitting up, moving closer to his husband and maybe, just maybe, even snuggle up a little by his side. But that would have been inappropriate with the whore in front of them.

Besides, he was still exposed, still feeling the sticky remains of William’s desire between his thighs and cheeks and a part of him wished for a shower already.

But all of this was way too exciting to leave. Even if it was only for a single moment.

And so, the Director grabbed the offered hand just a little harder than he’d intended, clearly relieved about the attention his husband was showing, with his eyes wide open and filled with wonder and excitement and watching every move, every little detail of what he could see from his position on the bed.

Something gnawed at him, though, something he still couldn’t process and understand. Something confusing and disgusting. He chewed on his lip for a while, his fingers fidgeting with William’s instead of his own for a bit, until he’d gathered the courage to ask.

“He… You think he imagined… such… things? Why would he… do that?”

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.”

typicaluhmerican:

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