Chapter Summary: Butcher and Harry fuck for funsies. (post season 3, the boys)
Harry smiled even as Butcher smirked, both of their hearts pounding almost in sync. "Oi, you want some?"
Harry took a step towards Butcher, tilting his head as if pondering Butcher's invitation. He was hungry, that low ache in his stomach and body having grown steadily for the past few days, and it smelled like Butcher wanted to get fucked too. "William."
Butcher snorted and beckoned. "I ain't scared of you."
Harry took another step, the hold on his shields, on his glamour wavering at the look in Butcher's eyes. "You sure about this? No safeword? No… anything?"
Butcher licked his lips, his pupils blowing with desire. "I like it rough, mate. Nothing's changed there."
Harry smirked and closed the distance between them, finally just taking a deep breath. Hunger echoed through him, pounding through his blood as he shed his glamour, letting it peel away. His clothes fell off, his pants vanished by sheer power. Butcher smirked even wider, his heart skipping several beats, sweat dripping down his back, despite the fact that the ac was on in the building. The man in front of him changed bodily, his tan skin shifting and sliding into a pale red, into an unnatural red. Black horns appeared on the man's head, curved and curling. His green eyes glowed brightly in the darkness that rolled in from the windows behind them, widening so much that there was no pupil. Just color. Bat-like wings protruded from his back, flapping once, sturdy and strong.
Butcher's eyes dropped to Harry's fingers, which looked like he had dipped the tips in soot. And then the tail that now curved around Harry's legs, swishing back and forth. The big cock that now hung between Harry's legs.
"Bet your people had somethin' to say about that," Butcher muttered, swearing under his breath as Harry stalked towards him.
Harry's smirk widened and he licked his lips, baring his fangs. He could practically smell the stink of arousal radiating off of Butcher, something deliciously appealing. Butcher swallowed on a suddenly dry throat, his heart beating in his chest. His cock hardened to an almost painful degree, seeing that intent, that hunger in Harry's eyes.
"Oh, they did," Harry offered, his voice rough and husky, low, sinful, and going straight to Butcher's cock. His wings beat idly behind him and Harry finally stepped right into Butcher's personal space, reaching out to shove the other man back into the wall behind them.
Butcher let out a surprised noise, more of a yell than anything, as the wall cracked but held behind him. Heat flooded him at the motion and Harry smiled at him like he knew what Butcher's reaction was.
"They tried to throw me in prison," Harry murmured delightfully, putting his hand over Butcher's heart, snaring a claw in the fabric of his shirt and tearing through it. With a quiet snick, Butcher's shirt ripped right down the middle and hung off his arms limply.
Butcher laughed, amusement filtering through his arousal for just a moment. "You, huh?"
Harry's green eyes flashed as he stared at the skin he had just revealed, running a finger through the hair on Butcher's chest. Butcher shivered at the touch, the nail of Harry's clawed finger leaving a line of heat as he traced a path upward. Harry was a line of heat against him, no space between them, leaving Butcher able to feel the big cock against his thigh. Without his glamour, Harry was taller than him by a few inches, making Butcher shudder and groan at the thought.
But Harry wasn't moving, wasn't doing anything, just seeming to follow the path his hand was taking. His tail though was moving, swishing behind Harry's legs for a moment before stretching out and curling around Butcher's left leg. Butcher shivered at the touch, the leathery tail rubbing up against him.
Harry leaned into him, brushing his lips against Butcher's cheek. Heat danced through him and Harry's hand finally reached its destination, curving around Butcher's throat.
"William, would you like me to use my venom?" Harry questioned, his warm breath bringing up goosebumps, as he spoke directly into Butcher's ear. His thumb rubbing right over his Adam's apple.
Harry's hand on his throat made him swallow and smile, baring his teeth in a twisted smirk. "Darlin', you don't gotta ask me."
Harry huffed and squeezed his throat dangerously, shooting a direct line of heat right to Butcher's cock. His heart thundered in his chest and the curl of heat in his gut grew. He moaned and arched against the hold, his cock leaking, making his jeans wet.
"You only want to be fucked," Harry murmured, sliding his forked tongue around Butcher's ear, making him shudder and buck. The wet heat made electricity shoot down his spine, making him shiver and curse, clawing against the wall behind him. "But I'm hungry and you're a six course meal, Butcher."
Butcher groaned loudly and Harry moved, using his other hand to shove down Butcher's jeans. The rip of fabric sounded loud in the room they were in and then Butcher was bare to the room. His cock twitched at the cool air, still leaking strands of pre-come.
"Or do you want to be punished?" Harry spoke, keeping his hand on Butcher's throat as he brought his mouth down. Their eyes met, Butcher's bright blue and Harry's glowing green, and then Butcher groaned, reaching out to yank the man into a hard kiss.
Harry groaned into it, licking and curling his tongue around Butcher's. It was hot and wet and Butcher pictured that tongue fucking into his arse, his mind going blank at the thought of it. The haze of lust that picture brought was welcome, his throat going dry.
Harry pulled him closer, shoving a leg right between Butcher's thighs, and pulled him onto it. The kiss turned hotter, filthier, as something dripped into his mouth, down into his throat as he swallowed, tasting sulfur and heat and poison that wasn't poison. He swallowed all of it and heard Harry's choked off groan, smirking at the man.
"Fuck, you're something," Harry muttered, pulling his hand off of Butcher's throat and putting both arms around his waist. "And you're already leaking too. Aren't you needy right now."
Butcher groaned even as heat overtook him, Harry's venom sliding right through him like water, igniting his entire body and making him want. His cock was hot and hard, bare to the room, and he was riding the thigh between his like his life depended on it. Rocking into the other man, the incubus, hard, drawn to him like a drowning man was to land.
"Come on, that's it," Harry spoke, watching him rut against his leg.
"You fucker," Butcher croaked out, his voice rough.
Harry grinned and then his eyes flashed, reaching out to curl his hand around Butcher's cock, jerking him off.
Butcher yelled out as he came, his release not doing anything to ease the embers, to ease the heat within. His toes curled and his cock stayed hard, leaking again, white strands of come painting Harry's leg.
Arms came around his waist and Harry hefted him up with one hand while slipping one behind him, sliding right into him. Butcher jerked, his hips writhing, as Harry easily manhandled him, holding him with one arm.
The sight nearly undid him again, being held this way, and Harry's dark heated look was Butcher's only warning before he was moved again. Harry fucked into him hard and fast with that big cock, the force of the movement enough to shove him back into the wall. Butcher moaned and trembled in Harry's hold, wrapping his arms around Harry's back, digging his fingers into that unnatural red skin. He was full, so full, all thought vanishing, except wanting more. The wet burn of it made him arch and tremble, shuddering. The venom did more than just make him a needy fucker. It eased the way, slicked up his arse, no need for foreplay. Nothing slow and excruciating like drawing it out for him, no need for feelings to come into play.
Hughie was all about feelings these days and fuck that.
"Fuck! Motherfucker, you-" Butcher trailed off on a loud moan, throwing his head back against the wall hard.
Harry's tail was still curled around Butcher's leg, holding him, and his wings curled and uncurled. Arousal still clung to him, his back and forehead sweaty, making him feel almost feral.
He was holding him up with his arms entirely and Butcher came again, his cock spilling come onto the floor. Harry grinned and dipped to wrap his tongue around one of his nipples, the wet heat making Butcher groan, making everything tingle with electricity. His whole body tingled with the need to come again and again, the venom of the incubus egging him on.
Butcher bucked and thrashed in Harry's arms, his whole body sensitive, wanting to get away from that tongue and yet wanting… Harry scraped his fangs against his chest, against his pec, and sucked a mark into that pale skin, hearing Butcher's heart stutter underneath him.
The man in his arms was hot and delicious, as Harry fed off of his orgasms. Butcher was nearly out of his mind with heat, with his venom, and Harry nearly purred, holding Billy Butcher in place as he fucked him. The wet hot drag of his cock made him groan, thrusting into Butcher again, hitting the man's prostate, and sending him over the edge again.
Butcher moaned on a hoarse throat, baring his throat, and Harry smirked, seeing Butcher's eyes roll back into his head in pleasure. He brought up a finger to trace the vulnerable column of Butcher's throat and curled his entire hand around it, squeezing in the middle of Butcher's release.
The man yelled and bucked against him, his cock still hard and leaking.
Harry had yet to come but he was getting fed and fed well, sliding slowly out of Butcher's hole, lifting the man off of him. Butcher groaned at the slow drag of it, his eyes opening, the pupil blown, leaving all black, and reached out to grasp one of Harry's horns, catching his breath.
Dragging him in. Harry groaned and his cock hardened even more, licking a line of heat down Butcher's neck after removing his hand.
"Look at you," Harry murmured, leering at him, nipping marks into Butcher's skin, jerking as the man stroked over his horn. He moaned and jerked as Butcher smirked at him, his tail thrashing behind him. He bent down to curl his tongue around the other nipple, sucking at it, hearing Butcher moan and feeling his hips jerk. He tugged at the nipple with his teeth, watching it redden and stiffen.
Butcher's cock was still hard, still leaking, and Harry grinned, leaning up and biting a hard mark into the crook of Butcher's neck.
Butcher jolted, his eyes widening, his whole body shocked, bucking up into Harry and came hard. Breathless and red all over. Butcher's mouth fell open as he met Harry's eyes, swallowing convulsively, his body writhing with pleasure as he came again, his cock painting the floor white.
Harry grinned as he sucked a mark, something that would last longer than others, into the skin. At the same time, thrusting into Butcher, see-sawing into him, finally coming, spilling into Butcher. His heart thundered in his chest and he took a breath, deep and unsteady, watching as Butcher went limp in his arms, his cock staying soft. Slumping against his chest, one hand still on his horn.
Harry stroked over Butcher's back, feeling the marks the man had left in his own back. Wrapping his wings around him as they both came down from the highs, Harry hefting the man in his arms, still inside him. They both smelled of sex, of arousal, but Harry didn't particularly mind. And neither did Butcher, he figured. They'd smelled of worse things in the past.
It was one of those nights where it was just Butcher in the building, allowing them both to walk around naked. Hughie was out with Annie, doing whatever the fuck they were doing, and MM was with his daughter. Kimiko and Frenchie were exploring downtown New York, probably doing something cheesy like getting ice cream cones together.
Harry wrapped both his arms around Butcher and walked back, sparing a look at the wall. They'd left quite a few cracks in it, as well as one big Butcher sized dent, and he laughed quietly. Butcher slowly blinked an eye open, glaring at him, before following his gaze and snorting in amusement.
The energy that he'd fed off of Butcher coiled within him, loud and sturdy and fresh.
"They're gonna think you fucked a supe," Harry muttered, walking out the door and going over to Butcher's bedroom. It was small but it was adequate, a big enough bed for the two of them.
He wasn't gentle but he wasn't rough with the man as he laid him on the bed, following him down and finally sliding out of him with a wet squish. Butcher groaned and elbowed him, digging his elbow into his side.
"You gonna fuck off?" Butcher questioned, already turning over.
Harry noted that Butcher didn't even attempt to go clean himself off and some possessive instinct within himself purred, enjoying the sight of his come trailing out of the man's hole. "Hmmm? You want me to?"
Butcher shrugged, his whole body relaxed, fucked quiet. "Nah."
Harry sat down in the bed, next to Butcher, sitting against the headboard, his fingers straying to smooth over the man's side. Running up into his hair and trailing his fingers through it. A sound left Butcher's throat at the motion but he didn't see any indication that he should stop so he continued.
He summoned his own clothing, tucking his wings and tail back under a glamour, hearing Butcher's breathing slow.
"You ever think about fucking Homelander?" Harry asked idly, his hand moving down to smooth over the mark he'd left on Butcher's skin.
Butcher jerked at the words, his breath stuttering in his chest. "The fuck."
"Have him between us," Harry offered, pondering it, feeling his cock twitch at the thought. "Fuck the daddy and mommy issues out of him."
"Potter."
"You can't tell me you're not picturing it," Harry continued, slouching down, his eyes closing. "It'd be hot."
"Potter."
"Shove him down onto his knees," Harry added mischievously, roughly. "I healed your body, Butcher. That's not an issue."
Butcher stayed quiet at that, his breath rough.
"He'd probably be very good at taking a cock in his mouth," Harry finally spoke, shrugging.
"You'd have to stretch him," Butcher remarked, his voice equally rough but there was definitely desire thrumming through it. "Your cock, mate, is huge."
Harry smirked and reached out to squeeze the man's shoulder. "Glad we're on the same wavelength."
Butcher snorted. "Go the fuck to sleep, Potter."
"Now Homelander, I bet, is like an 8 course meal," Harry muttered, lying down in the bed and relaxing.
"I am fucking offended," Butcher retorted, rolling over and sliding on top of him, his eyes full of amusement. "I am at least a 9, maybe a 10. That cunt's probably more of a 6, maybe a 7."
Harry snorted and shoved Butcher off, hearing him laugh. "Yeah, yeah. Listen to your own advice."