Eric perked up when the door to the suite he was sharing with Alan opened and the younger reaper came in. Ronald followed behind him with a box of supplies, which he set down on the table in the little dining space.
"How'd it go?" asked the Scotsman with a grunt, sitting up a bit more in the bed. He'd been ordered by Alan to stay in bed until the medics declared his wound mended enough for everyday activities—the exception being to go to the bathroom or bathing…and Alan insisted on helping him with the latter.
"Everything went fine, meeting-wise." Alan said, opening the box to put the supplies away properly around the room, pausing as he passed the bed to kiss his lover, "A plan to strike back is finally taking shape. Sorry we can't tell you more currently." He straitened up and opened the drawer to the chest at the end of the bed, depositing his pregnancy supplies in it.
"Not the plan I would have chosen." Ronald shrugged, choosing to help Alan put things away. "I can foresee someone getting hurt—namely me."
"Wi' tha Undertaker involved, tha' wouldnae surprise me," grumbled Eric. He shrugged. "'S a'right. I'm sure they'll fill me in on it if I need tae be a part of it, whatever tha plan is."
He watched his lover with a crooked little smile, admiring the sight of him. He didn't need the others to trust him yet, as long as Alan did. Not that he didn't care about the opinions of his friends…they just weren't as important as his partner's.
"Thanks for helpin', Ronnie," he remarked off-hand, remembering his manners. "I'd get ou' of bed tae help too, but I'd get a smack fer it."
"You would. No more ripping your stitches!" Alan confirmed, sliding the door closed.
"No problem. Will's probably helping Grell with his box, too." Ron shrugged, taking the now empty box and tucking it under his arm, "Now, I'm gonna leave before you two start any mushy-business."
Eric waggled his eyebrows playfully at Alan. "Good call. I'm feelin' a bit frisky after waiting all day fer mah cutie tae come home."
"We are not getting 'frisky' at all until you are healed up!" Alan wagged a finger at his lover as he removed his jacket and hung it back up in the wardrobe. Then he walked over to the bed and sat down with a sigh of relief, happy to be off his feet again. "This baby is getting heavy, and he or she is not even close to ready to come out yet!" he complained as Ronald closed the door behind him as he let himself out.
Eric wrapped an arm around him to pull him close, and he settled a tanned, big hand over the smaller reaper's rounding belly to rub it gently. "I was jus' teasin' ya, sweet'eart. Much as I'd love an encore o' how we conceived this little miracle, I'm no' interested in windin' up getting stitched again. Nothin' says I cannae jus' hold ya, 'till I'm in better shape."
He kissed Alan's temple and murmured into his ear. "But dun' be surprised if I wanna pleasure ya 'till yer screamin' my name like tha' day again, soon as I can move 'round wi'out bustin' these stitches."
Alan's face flushed a deep red, "I…wasn't that loud, was I?" As much as he treasured the memory of that night, he couldn't remember his own actions; only what Eric had done to him over and over. The way his hands had felt, his lips, his body rubbing against his—
Oh Rhea, he needed to stop thinking about it! He was giving himself a problem.
"Aye, ya were loud an' unfettered," purred Eric, nibbling his ear. "Have ye any idea how often I've thought o' tha way ya called out…tha way yer sweet little face blushed scarlet as I took ya? Gods, Alan, I've ne'er been with a partner tha' made me feel such passion. I've gotten through so many lonely nights jus' remembering th' way ya looked, an' tha way yeh touched me an' kissed me…like we were tha last two reapers in th' world."
He kissed his neck, and the motions of his stroking hand became more sensual. "I want tae see it…hear it…feel it all again."
"After…you healed—Eric!" Alan gasped, curling up against his lover, almost like a kitten, "You're making this hard to behave! I don't want you hurt again."
Eric chuckled softly and cupped Alan's chin. "I can live wi' jus' this, fer now," he promised, and then he kissed him deeply. True to his talent's, the blond's lips and tongue did things that the rest of his body was currently prohibited from; teasing, stroking and loving on him in ways that were practically pornographic. He grinned against his lips when Alan made a frustrated sound, assured that he could easily turn his lover on. He could relate all too well with Alan's frustration. The rising tent in the sheets over his groin was testament of that.
"As soon as I've recovered," he promised huskily against the moist lips he'd been ravishing seconds ago, "I'll take us both back tae tha' first time…an' I'll have ya hollering mah name again, sweetheart."
"We have a much more romantic setting this time," Alan breathed, already feeling breathless—and all from a kiss. He slid his arms around Eric and let out a happy sigh, a smile curling his kiss-swollen lips. Again for the millionth time since Eric had returned to his side once more, he reminisced in the feeling of being completely happy.
Eric returned his embrace and rubbed his whiskered chin against his head. "Aye, we do. If I'd known how things were gonna go, I'd have tried harder tae make sure yer first time was in a better setting."
He kissed Alan's ear and he murmured a promise to him. "I think it's a sign, mah stitches burstin' as they did. Next time we're together like tha', I'm gonna make it as romantic as I can."
"I never had expected us to go that far, either. That whole day was so full of confusion and everything happened so quickly…" Alan reached up and played with a lock of blond, "I don't regret what we did, though, and I don't regret the result. I just wish this Dispatch takeover thing hadn't been happening on the same time. I wish we could have enjoyed the start of our new relationship as…lovers." the brunet blushed.
"So do I," agreed the Scotsman. "But our time apart is o'er now, and I mean tae treat ya th' way I should have tae begin wi'. Gods willing, we'll stay out of the enemy's grasp an they'll eventually be ousted an' beaten back. I'd like tae raise our kid in a world where we aren't on tha run, if I can."
He settled a protective hand over Alan's stomach again, rubbing in gentle circles.
"And of course I do as well." Alan placed his hand next to Eric's, "It's why fighting back is so important to me. We need to give him or her the best life possible, but a life in hiding isn't that life."
"It cannae be like this forever," sighed Eric hopefully. "They havenae yet taken over tha whole bloody reaper world. Suren someone 'sides us will fight back. Before I left, I heard tha Japanese an' American divisions are given 'em hell. Too bad they're sae far away from us, but I dunno if they could spare tha manpower tae come help out Europe anyhow. Whatever plan Undertaker's go' under tha' ridiculous hat of his, I hope it's a good one."
"I think it is, but I don't think William or Ronald are all too sold on it." Alan looked back up at him, "I just don't know how helpful I can be. Being pregnant, and then having a newborn to take care of."
"All ya need tae worry about is keeping healthy an' bringin' this babe safely into tha world," encouraged the Scotsman. "Leave tha fighting tae those that aren't carrying a life in 'em. Nothin' says ye cannae help keep watch, cook an' assist wi' planning, sweetheart. Level heads like yers are gonna be jus' as valuable as tha fighting arms of meatheads like meself."
"And worry about the father of my child as he's out fighting alongside our friends? You have already been shot with a gun-scythe." Alan pointed out, but he knew the man was right. He'd be better use to the group as hanging back and handling things off the battlefield, and taking care of his baby—maybe Grell's as well as Grell wasn't the kind of person to pass up the chance at showing off his skills.
"I promise I'll be verra careful, when it comes to fighting," vowed Eric. He kissed Alan's temple. "I've go' a family tae think about now, after all."
"And I want our baby to know his or her daddy." Alan smiled, kissing his cheek.
Eric shifted a little and winced, relaxing back against the pillows a little as he laid his cheek on Alan's head. "An' I want tae know mah kid, too." He yawned softly. "I think tha pain meds they gave me jus' before ye came back are kickin' in. Will ya stay wi' me fer a while, least 'till I fall asleep?"
"Of course I will." Alan kissed him again. "My feet and back would appreciate the extended rest as well."
"Good," sighed Eric happily. He rubbed Alan's belly again and kissed the crown of his head, letting his eyes drift shut.
Ronald waited with impressive patience for the day to come to its end. Working on his chores and responsibilities as he would any other day, but as soon as dinner ended and he and William retired to their room for the evening, he jumped on what he'd been planning to do all day. As William settled down to read a book, the spicy little blond hid in their bathroom, getting ready for more intimate plans.
A shower, cologne, and a complete lack of clothes of any kind.
"William-senpai." he practically purred, slipping out of the bathroom and swaying over to the sofa William was settled on. "Why don't you put the book down tonight?"
William didn't immediately look up from the book. "In a moment, Ronald. I'm nearly at the end of this chapter."
"The chapter will be there later—it's not going anywhere." Ronald ran his fingers over the top of the book, pushing it down and closing it in William's lap as he crawled over the man's legs—which were stretched out over the cushions.
William looked up in annoyance—only to get caught staring in helpless confusion and surprise. His angular features went faintly slack and his usually narrow eyes widened behind the frames of his glasses. "R-Ronald Knox, w-what in heavens…have I not asked you t-to practice a bit of modesty, for the sake of my sanity?"
His gaze devoured the blond's nude form despite his words, growing hot and vivid with the lust he could not stifle. He reached up to tug at the color of his pajama top, finding it too tight to his liking. Ronald was in a state of arousal, and the blushing tip of his cock rubbed intimately against William's stomach as he situated himself on top of him. Breath quickening, the former Dispatch supervisor barely stopped himself from reaching down to grip it, to feel it in his hand and see what sort of sounds he could provoke from his boyfriend as a result.
"What are you doing?" he whispered tightly.
"You did request it, but I'm done. This is me making my move." Ronald moaned, claiming his lips and running his hand down along William's body. "I know you want this as much as I do, and I don't want to wait any longer." his fingers pinched open the buttons down Will's pajama top with practiced skill.
"Come party with me, William."
Will's hand refused to listen to his brain, reaching greedily for the protruding shaft of Ronald's arousal. "Are you certain?" He gripped it gently at first, and then with more confidence. "We have only barrier protection to use. There is a chance of the same thing happening to us that happened to Sutcliff and the Undertaker."
"Not anymore. I got morning-after pills for men, now!" Ronald grinned, nodding over to the bottle sitting on his bedside table. "No tiny little Knox-Spears baby for us! Just us enjoying ourselves, finally."
William glanced over at the bottle of salvation, surprised. "However did you manage to procure those?" Such prescriptions were only available on the reaper side. He dearly hoped Ronald hadn't done anything reckless that might lead to Dispatch tracking them down, but he was far too interested in going through with this to start making accusations. He stroked Ronald's length slowly, and he reached up with his other hand to run it down his chest and stomach. He'd wanted to touch him this way for longer than he cared to admit.
Ronald gave off a moan before answering with love in his eyes. "I asked Undertaker to pick some up for me," he muttered before laying claim to the man's lips, his fingers working open his top to expose Will's smooth chest.
A smirk adorned William's lips. "Did you, now? Where was I?" His palm stroked the blond's chest and he admired his lithe build, his other hand gripping his arousal more firmly. His pajama bottoms began to bulge conspicuously, pressing against one of Ronald's straddling thighs.
"Not around," Ron purred, "I suspected you'd appreciate the discreetness of the situation, though Undertaker does know. But he is the only one, and now you can have your taste of Knox when oh so tempted because of my sleeping habits."
William left off exploring his body to move them to shrug out of his pajama top once Ronald got it open, and he sat up and put his arms around him. He pulled him closer, so that their groins were flush against one another with only the thin layer of his cotton bottoms between them, and he reached up to take off the blond's glasses. He set them aside on the nightstand beside the pills, before removing his own and doing the same.
"Then by all means," he murmured, forgetting his inhibitions entirely, "demonstrate for me these talents you so often brag about, Knox."
"Only after things even out—lift!" He said, tugging at Will's pajama bottoms as the man lifted his hips. He smirked. "Why no underpants?" he teased, sliding the bottoms off his legs and tossing them aside to crouch down between the man's legs, taking hold of him and running the tip of his tongue up along his stiff shaft.
"I…had no clean ones to put on," William admitted, breathe hitching as the sensation of Ronald's tongue did positively scandalous things to his senses. He was planning to do the very same thing to him, but Ronald beat him to it. "Oh, you truly don't…play fair…"
"Hmmm~" Ronald responded, parting his lips around Will's tip and sliding them down his length. He began to bob his head, dragging lips and tongue along his lover's sex. His hands gripped Will's hips as he began to speed up, sucking his cheeks in to change the pressure in his mouth.
Digging his fingers through the younger reaper's two-toned hair, William panted softly and watched as his length slid in and out of Ronald's mouth. Nobody had done this to him in…well, quite some time. His devotion to his job put such a crimp in his social life that he rarely got the opportunity for dates or encounters such as this, and often times when such opportunities actually presented themselves, his anxiety rose and he would opt out of it.
It was different with Ronald, though. Not precisely comfortable per say, but the blond had a way of making him forget his reservations and inhibitions. Breathe quickening, fingers tightened in Ronald's hair as the younger reaper's busy mouth pleasured him, William began to roll his hips in time with the other's strokes. A groan burst past his lips and his eyes drifted shut. He savored every slurp of the mouth and bob of Ron's head, and he doubted he would last for very long if he kept this up.
"Knox," he blurted tightly, voice husky and uneven. Oh, for the love of Purgatory…it simply wouldn't do for him to spill himself so quickly. William released Ronald's hair and he reached down between his spread thighs, gripping the base of his cock to prevent himself from coming down his lover's throat. His jaw clenched and another groan passed through his clamped teeth.
Close…that was far too close. He was bucking in his mouth, but at least he'd halted full arrival.
Ronald looked up at William and pulled back, giving his tip a light, playful nip. "You don't have to be afraid of releasing. I really don't mind." he purred lustfully, his hand stroking Will's slick shaft. "I want us to make the most of our first time together."
"Your offer is sorely tempting," gasped the brunet, not joking in the slightest. But considering how long it had been since he'd enjoyed this sort of intimacy, his refractory period was bound to be short. He simply did not want to be crass and come down his lover's throat without warning. He groaned again, pumping into Ronald's hand and trying to reach down to reciprocate.
"You're too far away," complained Will. "Come here, Ronald."
"Gladly~" Ron grinned, wiggling himself closer. "How do you want me? Up," he pointed at his lips, "or down?" he turned his finger down upon his erection. He kept stroking him teasingly as he spoke.
Inspiration struck William then, and he flipped Ronald over onto his back. "Both."
With a smirk of confidence at Ronald's suddenly surprised face, he turned around, straddled the blond's torso facing away from his head, and lowered his mouth to Ron's waiting erection. He'd never tried this position before, but it seemed perfectly logical to him. As he slid his lips over the head of Ronald's cock, he left himself exposed to his hands and mouth for the same treatment—should he choose to take the offer.
William's manhood was dangling right over his face, nearly touching the blond's blushing cheek, but that distraction didn't last long after William's lips slid over his own hardly-touched shaft. "Ah-ohhh…" Ronald hummed, closing his eyes with a groan. He had given head many times since he was a young reaper in the academy, but for all those times, he'd never actually received the same treatment. Whether the person he was sharing his body with was a casual fling, or something that had lasted a while. The pleasure of it surprised the blond. He was used to being mostly ignored there, but William was different. Treating him with…equality? By returning the favor with his lips and tongue—
"Nnhmmm~" William's tongue felt so good… Ronald rolled his hips ever so slightly and then opened his eyes a crack, parting his lips once more and taking Will back into his mouth, letting him slide to the back of his throat with ease.
William hummed in approval, bobbing his head faster. He stroked Ronald's parted thighs, breath huffing through his nostrils as he both gave and received pleasure. He could hardly believe his own boldness, but he'd been holding off for so long. He paused his oral ministrations for a moment, lifting his head to look over his shoulder. His hand steadily stroked his companion's saliva-coated length.
"Lubricant, Ronald," he managed breathlessly. "Where is it?"
"Uhhh…" Ronald paused in thought, his lips still around Will's length which muffled his voice, "Dwaww." he pointed over to the wardrobe which stood open, a line of drawers was located on one side. He had the bottom two to use, and he remembered putting the citrus-scented oil in one of them.
William did his best to stretch out and reach for the drawers without shifting his position too much. After a bit of soft swearing and digging, he located the oil and huffed as he pulled it out. Yes, much better. Now he could truly begin to work. He resumed sucking his companion off, groaning softly around the stiffened flesh his tongue was massaging as Ronald's attentive motions made his sex twitch and the sack beneath it tighten. He opened the bottle of oil and dribbled some onto one hand and fingers, dripping a little onto the couch in the process. The cushions would wash…he really didn't care, at this point.
Humming around the swollen shaft he was pleasuring, he rubbed his fingertips in circular motions over the little pink-fleshed bud beneath Ronald's balls, making it slick before pressing a fingertip into it. He sucked harder on him, tongue working with less practiced ease than Ronald's, but hopefully well enough to do the job.
Ronald groaned, his bobbing head faltering at the intrusion of fingers. His shaft twitched, and he groaned, pulling back just as a second finger was introduced, "Will…I'm close!" he gasped, curling his toes, "Aw—fuck!"
With a curse, he realized he was closer than he thought and release took him, leaving him groaning and twitching under William, "Shit—s-sorry, Nngh…"
William swallowed quickly as Ronald came in his mouth, coming close to gagging because it was so unexpected. Fortunately, the blond's diet made his libation palatable enough to prevent an embarrassing moment of heaves, and Will took it stoically. He licked his panting companion's shaft clean, smiling a little.
"And here I was worried about arriving too quickly, myself," he remarked softly.
The blond flushed in embarrassment, "Sorry—you…it's just that that was my first time…receiving that…" he admitted. "I didn't know it felt so good, and—normally I last a lot longer!"
William was surprised, and he changed positions on the couch so that he could stretch out on top of Ronald. He made sure to keep the oil close at hand. "Do you mean to tell me, Ronald Knox, that none of your partners have ever returned the favor for you?"
He couldn't possibly be a virgin; not with skills like that and his utter lack of modesty.
"Not even one." he shook his head, "They all just wanted to get to the point of things and fuck me." he shrugged. "Plus, sometimes they thought it was disgusting to give, but not receive, and one guy told me there was no point because I was too small."
William glanced down at the blond's softening length, finding that an absurd excuse for someone to use. Ronald was possibly a touch below average, but certainly not what he would consider "small". One would think that the less endowed the subject of oral sex was, the easier it would be on the one performing. He popped open the oil and he spread it over his fingers, before setting the bottle down on the floor.
"Then you've been with some rather lazy, inconsiderate partners," William surmised, lifting up a bit to seek out the entrance beneath Ronald's sack. "I cannot claim to be an expert, but I have no intention of being like them."
He kissed him as he gently eased a fingertip in, just past the ring of muscle. He waited for a moment before pushing it further, letting Ronald relax around the intrusion. His tongue stroked inside the younger reaper's mouth as he began to prepare him.
Ronald moaned into the kiss, and parted his legs more, one of them dangling off the couch.
"They…were also not anything serious," he panted when Will's lips allowed him to speak. "You are my first…in the way of being serious. You're the only one I've waited for, content with simply laying next to you in bed. You're something special I never had before. The others I've been with were just….sex."
Briefly stunned by the admission, William paused and gazed down at him. Ronald was a renowned sweet-talker, but there was no logical reason why he would resort to such a tactic when he already had what he was after. He stared into his eyes for a moment.
"I truly had no idea," he admitted, and he resumed his attentive actions. He lowered his mouth to Ronald's clavicle, kissing along the v-shaped bone and nipping lightly at the skin as his finger thrust deeper. "You have hidden it well, little goldfinch."
He wasn't even consciously aware of the pet name he'd just assigned to Ronald. In his love for birds, he tended to make comparisons and Ronald's personality and coloring seemed to suit the sociable, yellow bird. He could have said he might have taken advantage of it, had he known sooner—but he'd never considered Ronald as more than an underling before he actually got to know him.
He ground his arousal against the blond's recently spent groin as he began to pump slowly inside of him, and he spoke in a husky murmur. "Just look at the lecherous state you've put me in."
"Gladly!" Ronald moaned, tilting his head to gaze down at William. He gave a little whistle, "Damn, I must be talented to be responsible for that sight!" He gave a cocky smirk and reached down, running his palm and fingers over the length, "Mmm…"
William's breath caught, and he thrust into Ronald's touch greedily. He'd been wanting this for some time, himself. It felt far too delightful. He pushed faster inside of him…deeper.
"And do you want it, Knox?" he breathed. "Do you want it inside of you?"
"Deeply." Ronald smirked, his breath hitching each time Will thrust his fingers deeper within him.
"It pleases me to hear that," purred William. He moved sinuously on top of him, lips traveling over the blond's jaw and throat as he added a second finger and patiently thrust and scissored inside of him. "I too have been looking forward to this. You've no idea how difficult it has been for me to restrain myself when you run about stark nude…teasing little imp."
He gave a firm push with both fingers, feeling a spongy lump inside and deliberately stroking it in passing.
I—haan—I like being naked!" Ronald gasped, turning his head to nip at William's ear as his hands wandered over his body, "Comfortable…and you have got to admit I make quite the v-view…Ohh, William! Fuck! R-Right there!" He cried out as his sweet spot was hit.
William smirked a bit and obliged him, rubbing the spot firmly with both fingers, before withdrawing them and thrusting again. He loved the sound of his companion's young, passionate cries spurring him on; adored the way his face flushed with pleasure and need. He intended to make this an experience that Knox would not soon forget. As much as he typically disliked gratuitous vulgarities, he could make an exception in this case. He could feel Ronald starting to harden again against his thigh as he pleasured him. It was quite…gratifying.
The blond let out a yelp-like squeak, and his toes curled from the jolt of pleasure that came from William's action. His chest rose and fell with each breath as he closed his eyes and began to seek for William's soft skin with his lips. Finding the crook of his neck, the blond began to suckle, leaving his mark and muffling his noises of pleasure.
Endeared to his reactions, William strove to keep giving him such sensations. He'd never cared so much about his partner's reactions before. Yes, he'd always sought to give as well as receive pleasure in any sexual encounter, but never before had it mattered as much to him as it did now. He husked soft promises against Ronald's ear, steadily thrusting into his touch and pumping his fingers. He was getting so close to being ready for him…so close.
"Ronald," he groaned, nipping his ear. How was it possible for this blond to make him lose all inhibitions so easily? With other partners, he had always maintained control. Ronald was pushing him to his limits, though.
"Sh—shhh," Ronald gasped, reaching up with a free hand to press a finger to his lips. "I-kn-know. Just—" He reconnected their lips, sucking on Will's lower lip with a moan. He was ready for this, ready for William, ready for their relationship to reach the next level.
Deciding he'd prepared him enough, William grabbed the bottle and he applied more oil to his swollen length for additional lubrication. Setting the bottle down once more, he lifted Ron's legs and propped them onto his shoulders, exposing him for his intentions. Quietly nervous inside, he positioned himself and pressed against the prepared entry. It had been a long time since he'd been with anyone, and he dearly hoped he'd spent enough time stretching his lover.
"Slowly," he breathed, rocking forward to press the tip of his cock in. "No need to rush this."
It was easier said than done. As soon as the head of his sex nudged past the snug ring of muscle, the pleasure of it made him gasp and want to drive it in all the way. He held back, though, watching his lover's features as he pumped shallowly, edging in a little deeper with each gentle thrust.
Ronald's eyes fluttered shut as his head fell back against the cushions, his mouth hanging open and letting out airy little gasps. His grip tightened their hold on William's arms and a full moan finally escaped as he felt William finally enter him, slowly working his way into his depths.
He couldn't be sure, but he felt more sensitive. It could be the complete lack of alcohol in his system, or it could be the long stretch of time he'd gone without—or it could be just because it was with the man he actually had real feelings for. Either way, it almost felt like he was having his first time again…almost.
Of course, William was being gentle. Most men he'd shared a bed with always got rough soon after prepping. It made for a whole new experience.
William's breath hitched as Ronald's muscles clenched around him, and he nearly reminded him to relax out of fear that he was hurting him—but then he saw the mischievous little smirk on his lips. "Cheeky," he accused, smirking back at him. He picked up the pace a little, changing the angle of his thrusts in an attempt to stimulate him just right inside. "I think you might just be enjoying this."
Which was a very good thing, of course. The last thing he wanted to do was have a one-sided experience. He watched the way Ronald's eyes fluttered shut with pleasure, and he couldn't resist kissing the lids, his lips brushing over the sun-kissed lashes. He'd never really noticed before they became romantically involved the way Ronald's lashes were tipped with blond. Two-toned like his hair, they gave him a rather exotic look.
"You really are too attractive for your own good," groaned William.
"Good thing I have you by my side, then." Ronald moaned, cracking his eyes open to look up through his eyelashes at William. "To make sure I stay good. It's not easy to be this sexy~"
He groaned and tilted his hips, his abs fluxing as he met Will's chosen in angle with a new angle of his own, "Ahh…"
Ronald let his eyes slide over Will's torso above him, and he smiled, reaching over to touch his chest, "But maybe you know about that already, yourself."
William gave a deep, slow thrust, his breath catching in delight. "I believe…the icy exterior helps to…repel those that would otherwise make advances on me."
He gasped again when Ronald used his inner muscles to squeeze him again. "Gods, Knox…that's simply…"
There were no words to describe it, and it spurred his passion on further. William began to pump faster and harder, buttocks flexing and relaxing with his thrusts. He was quickly losing his senses—along with his self-control. It was a bloody good thing they had more options for protection now, because he could easily imagine himself having another go at the blond later after he recovered from this.
"D-didn't repel…m-me—Aihya!" Ronald cried out, writhing under the older reaper, "F-Fast—Mmmh!" He used his arms to prop himself up, capturing William's lips with his own to urge him on. His lips begging and coaxing more from William as they moved wetly over William's.
Groaning with pleasure against Ronald's damp lips, William sped up his thrusts a bit. He traced Ronald's gasping mouth with the tip of his tongue, unable to hold back his own sounds of delight. It was wonderful…perfect. He gulped and caught his breath, slowing his thrusts again to try and stave off his climax for longer. He smirked down at his companion when Ronald made a frustrated noise, and he moved even slower. His length slid in with excruciating languor, and he watched Ronald's flushed face.
"Not too soon, Knox," he insisted. "I have been waiting for this too long to finish so quickly."
Ron whimpered, "Your teasing…maddening—haah!" he sucked in his breath through the gap between their lips, "I was almost there!"
He gripped William tighter, "Please—we can go for a second round!" He rolled his hips in attempt to speed things back up, groaning in pleasure as he took William into himself, "Please!"
William made a very odd sound that he wasn't accustomed to hearing from himself. He stared blankly at nothing as the young troublemaker beneath him squeezed him tight enough to make his breath escape like a bellows, and then proceeded to sodomize himself on him.
"You are," he growled, slamming into him compulsively, "a most…impatient reaper."
His pelvic muscles tightened and his hips snapped as if driven by another's will, and the former supervisor buried his face between where his lover's shoulder met his neck and grunted, helpless to stop himself. He thought he heard something creak and crack, but he was too invested in passion to pay it much mind. He gasped the blond's name and pumped harder, driving into his tight flesh with reckless abandon.
"Y-ye-ah, s-so?" Ronald gasped out loudly, "W-Will-ia-m!" The couch shifted against the floor, wood creaking under their love making.
The blond cried out, body going stiff and his erection twitching. Overwhelmed, he reached down and stroked himself. Close, he was so close. Crying out William's name again, he felt that sweet release of pent up pleasure, messing his hand and stomach in the process.
Another one of those animalistic sounds ripped past William's lips when he felt the warm spurt of Ronald's libation, along with the spasmodic clenching around him. Gritting his teeth, William unloaded inside of his lover. He couldn't breathe if he tried, and his hands gripped the cushions of the sofa tightly as he filled him.
"Bloody…hell," he groaned with the last of his breath, bucking sharply inside of Ronald in his release. He swore he nearly had an out of body experience, with that. He noticed in the back of his mind that he'd created a wet spot where his seed dribbled out, having no room left inside the snug sheath. With an effort, he lifted his head off Ronald's shoulder and looked down at him.
"Well then," panted William, just as flushed and sweaty as his companion. "I think that just proves—"
His statement got cut off when the legs of the couch collapsed as one of them snapped completely, and the piece of furniture hit the floor at one corner and listed a bit.
They'd broken the couch. They'd broken the bloody couch. The realization of it hit him, and to his own surprise, William laughed.
Ronald gasped in shock when the couch broke, the wood snapping and sending them closer to the ground. But William's laugh distracted him from any comments he was about to make. Instead, he blinked up at William's laughing face. The man looked…younger, more care-free when he laughed. It was even more attractive.
The blond smiled and gave a small chuckle, he leaned up and kissed his cheek, "You should laugh more often, Will." he whispered.
The former Dispatch supervisor's laughter tapered off, but he couldn't help the smile that remained. It felt…good. Ronald Knox was likely to be the only one to see such an expression on his face, but for the first time in as long as he could recall, he felt he could open up a bit with someone. "I honestly couldn't tell you when the last time I laughed was. It comes as no surprise to me that it finally happened again with you."
Ronald caressed his cheek. "I love that I can be the one to make you smile and laugh again," he muttered, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss to his lips. "Even if we had to do so by breaking the couch with our shagging!"
William huffed again and laid his forehead against Ronald shoulder, sighing. "I shall have to see what I can do to mend it, tomorrow. It wouldn't be very polite of us to break our hosts' furniture without at least attempting to repair it."
He sighed, and he eased out of the blond. Grunting a little as he got up, he offered a hand down to Ronald, his eyes sweeping over him with admiration. "Shall we clean up a bit and retire to the bed, now?"
Ronald nodded, taking his hand and grunting as he was pulled to his feet, his legs going weak and wobbly under him. He slipped his arms around William for support. "I may need another shower with this huge mess coating me." He smiled, nuzzling under William's jaw.
"I suspected as much." William smirked, feeling rather satisfied that he'd managed to please his lover so much. It was certainly an experience he wouldn't soon forget, himself. Guiding Ronald into the bathroom, he bade him to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet seat while he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature.
"Now then, let's see about cleaning you up," he offered, stepping into the shower first and holding his hand out for the blond to take.
Ronald grinned and took his hand, stepping into the warm shower and kissing his lover's cheek as he did so. "Get you cleaned up while we are at it." he purred, "And remind me to take one of those pills when we turn in for the night. Don't want to forget that, since we didn't think to grab a condom."
"I shall have to be more conscious of that, from now on," sighed William. He was simply so used to being alone that it hadn't crossed his mind.
They showered together and Ronald took his pill before they settled in for bed. William pulled his lover close and sighed, relaxing in contentment.
-To be continued