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It hadn’t taken long for the drugs Henry’d slipped into the drink to take effect on Will. He was a small boy, even for his age. The first sip would’ve taken him far enough for Henry to play, but he’d drank more than just that. Now the boy was limp on the couch, head rolled to one side in a peaceful sleep, exposing that soft neck that Henry had wanted to sink his teeth into since he’d met him.
He scooped the boy up, Will moaning in his disoriented and light sleep. Henry had used just enough to make sure that he wouldn’t be fully aware of what was going on, but not totally knocked out; it wasn’t as fun if there was no response, after all. He’d been daydreaming about what sounds Will could make, what touches would make him twitch, what he tasted like for a long time, and his patience was finally being rewarded.
Gently, he laid Will on his bed, the boy's lashes fluttering as hazy eyes tried to focus. There was no fight as Henry slowly stripped him, hands ghosting up his legs and admiring the shiver of goosebumps that rose from his touch. Will’s brows knit together, pink lips parting as he whimpered - oh, what a sweet sound.
“Shhh, it’s alright, Will,” Henry crooned softly, reaching up and brushing his hair to one side. He cupped Will's face, thumb caressing his cheek as hazel eyes tried to find him. “It’s just me. Relax…”
Will reached for him, holding his wrist with hardly any force. He was afraid but too deep in his drugged stupor to do much about it. Hopefully, he would wake up later and think it all a bad dream. Henry would make sure that it would be a nice dream.
He tugged Will’s shirt over his head, vibrant blue eyes tracing the contours of his fragile child body. He couldn’t help running his hand down Will’s chest, his pale skin marked with a freckle here, a mole there, and otherwise unblemished. He was warm, Henry’s cold hand eliciting further trembles as he explored him with the pads of his fingers. For a moment he rested his hand against Will's chest, feeling wild delight at the hummingbird thrum of his heart beneath it. It was a thrill, knowing just how little bone and flesh separated his hand from that organ. So easily this child could be killed.
But that wasn’t his desire. He hadn’t done all this just to end up needing to dispose of a body. No, he had more plans that extended beyond today. This was just the first goal of many.
He finished stripping Will, the boy weakly squirming on his bedsheets with increasing distress. Henry shushed him again, raising a knee to the mattress and leaning over him. Will’s eyes fought to stay open, pupils dilated and struggling to see. He held his face again, leaning in to kiss him.
Will’s lips put up no resistance, soft and warm and tasting faintly of the tainted soda he’d been given. He kissed him harder, tongue running against the boy's lip before plunging into his mouth. Will raised a hand to Henry’s arm, holding with what strength he could but not trying to resist. Good. It’s just a dream. A dream where he gets to feel good.
Henry ran his tongue over Will’s, sucking on his lips. He tasted exquisite, the sickly sweet of the soda mingling with his natural taste. He tasted like innocence, untainted, not spoiled by years… He closed his eyes as he savored that taste, committing it to memory where he can always recall it.
When he pulled back, Will gave a shuddering gasp for hair. His unfocused eyes are looking somewhere at the ceiling, lips red from Henry’s administrations and his cheeks flushed a lively pink. Henry pets his hair, admiring the color on his face, the glisten of saliva on his lips, the flutter of his lashes. If there was a god out there, he made this child in the image of an angel. Pale and soft and begging to be defiled…
Henry’s gaze runs down the boy’s body, smiling to himself as he notes the little erection. Ah, so young, so easily excited. He doesn’t touch him though, not yet. He wants to draw this out.
Looming over Will again, Henry kissed his jaw and throat, nosing against the soft and warm skin. His tongue lapped at his neck, tasting his flesh and the pulse beneath his skin. He can’t help himself from biting now that he can . Will twitches beneath him, a whimper vibrating up his throat as Henry savors the boy between his teeth. Not enough to break skin, and he’s trying not to bruise, but he wants nothing more than to mark the boy everywhere he could. But no, no marks, no evidence. He has to play it safe.
Part of him chides the notion. As if drugging a child was the ‘safe’ route here.
He pulled back, pressing his lips against his neck, his defined collarbones, the noticeable ripple of his rib cage. When he plants a kiss over one of Will’s firm nipples, the boy makes a noise so delightful he has to do it again. Will had his face turned away, as though trying to bury himself in the blankets, but he moaned through parted lips as Henry takes the nub into his mouth and gave a gentle suck. Henry’s hands ran down either side of Will’s abdomen, holding him as his chest heaved in quick and breathy pants. There was a tremble running down him that made Henry have to resist the urge again to bite down hard on the flesh in his mouth.
The kid drove him wild.
Henry grazed his teeth against Will’s nipple, the boy making his sweet sounds in response. One hand went to Henry’s head, fingers tangling with his blond hair weakly. It felt more like an invitation to continue rather than to stop, and Henry was more than happy to oblige. His lips ghosted down Will’s stomach, pressing kisses on the insides of his thighs as he slide down.
Will’s legs were shaking as Henry sank to his knees at the foot of the bed. He pulled Will forward, his legs limply dangling over the edge as Henry pressed more kisses against his thighs. He gently bit into the soft flesh, repeating to himself not to mark. God, he wanted to tear into him. Leave the delicate boy bloody and bruised, imprints of his teeth letting everyone know what he’d been through…
Perhaps eventually… Maybe he’d simply snap one day and not let Will leave. Tie him to the bed and keep him like a little pet where he could ravish him as much as he wanted… The idea made the tightness of his pants considerably more noticeable, Henry groaning.
He pulled Will’s legs over his shoulders, arms wrapping under his thighs and holding him as he took his cock into his mouth. The effect was instant, Will keening softly and thighs tightening around Henry’s shoulders. Will let out a shuddering exhale, breath coming in pants as Henry closes his eyes and runs his tongue up his shaft.
Henry can take him into his mouth with ease, still young, still small, and he relishes every second of it. The salty taste, the way it twitches excitedly on his tongue, the whimpers and moans Will doesn’t even know he’s making; Henry drank it all in as he gently sucked. He doesn’t expect the boy to last long and he doesn’t, coming after only a few moments of Henry’s dancing tongue. Henry drinks him down, continuing to lick the cock in his mouth and being rewarded with even more delicious noises.
“H.. hah… Henry…” Will’s voice cracks from the overstimulation, legs quaking around Henry’s neck as he’s held steady. He whimpers and squirms, Henry soaking in the sounds. He only pulls off because his erection is hurting more than he’d like it to, admiring his work as Will whimpers and his eyes roll.
Henry stood and undid his belt, only dropping his pants enough to pull out his cock. He wanted to fuck him. God , he wanted to fuck him. But he knew it was something he couldn’t do right now. He’s trying to take his time, build this up…
He pulled Will to the head of the bed, sitting and dragging him into his lap. Henry angled Will’s legs spread over his lap, admiring the difference between his adult cock and Will’s little limp one. He stroked himself, moaning into Will’s hair. Henry’s other hand reached for Will’s face, tilting it up towards him so he could kiss his cheek. He could taste salt, tears trickling slowly from the corner of Will’s eyes. Henry breathed an exhale against his cheek, Will’s eyes fluttering shut and giving him a view of those perfect lashes. He licked at the tears, nuzzling into the boy's cheek as he stroked himself faster.
His eyes closed as he focused on the heat of the small body pressed to him, the sounds of his breathing, the small noises that came from the back of his throat when Henry grazed his still sensitive soft cock in his movements. He thought about fucking Will’s mouth, those perfect lips parted to take as much of himself as the boy could. He thought about fucking his hole, slick and stretched for him, how his cock might even leave a bulge in his stomach.
Henry panted as his hips thrust up into his hand unhindered by Will limp against him. Fuck, he wanted to do so much to this perfect little boy. He wanted to show him all kinds of ways to feel good, he wanted to use him for himself and take away any chance that someone else could waltz into his life and pull him away from Henry. He wanted him , pure and simple.
He leaned back against the headboard, holding Will to him as his quick rhythm began to stutter from the approaching orgasm. He came with a breathy cry, rutting into his hand as euphoria washed over him.
Henry relaxed, panting and feeling the warm boy sink into him. The wait of the buildup to this had been dreadful, but the payoff was as exquisite as he’d hoped. And this was only the beginning. He was certain he’d be able to get away with more, he just had to pour a little more patience into it.
He glanced down at the boy, Will’s face pressed against his shirt with brows furrowed and eyes closed like he’d finally succumbed to sleep. Henry brushed a lock of hair from his eyes before leaning back and closing his eyes. He’d clean up Will, dress him and arrange him on the bed like he’d simply fallen asleep that way. Dispose of the evidence and go to the living room until he woke up. Tell him that he’d mysteriously fallen asleep, that he worried about his sleeping habits…
It was all planned out, every action, every lie.
But for now, he’d take his time to enjoy Will’s presence against his own. He’d earned that much.