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He doesn’t know when it started, or when it happened or fucking HOW it happened but ultimately, he doesn’t care. All he can see is a beautifully tanned face right in his field of view, ocean blue eyes staring hard and deep into his own, such golden curly hair acting as a false halo around the other’s head fit so well on him even under the actions.
He can feel himself pressed up so roughly against a rocky wall, the other’s body so much heavier than his. Stronger. Bulkier. A body that could fucking break his own. A rough hand forcing his shoulder hard against the wall and the rocky feeling digs into his covered skin but he can’t seem to care. With such eyes boring such an unknowing emotion towards him, it makes him weak in the knees. Makes him feel lightheaded. So fucking woozy. His breath choppy and caught in his throat.
The heavy body pressed harder into his own, making him hiss out when a hard pelvis pressed into his own, a very much obvious bulge digs and rubs up against his hip and it makes him flush. The air around them turning hot, heated. Making him sweat.
“Fuck- Billy-“ “Shut up, Freak.”
And he does. He shuts his mouth closed, his teeth clacking together as his head rolls to the side, allowing hot smooth lips to lay hard nips against his neck. The feeling gets him so hot and bothered, gripping his hands into the other’s nice leather jacket hard, a hiss escaping his lips as teeth mark his skin hard. Bucking his hips up into Billy’s own, getting their pelvises to rock up against the other so fucking good. Panting hard, Jonathan pulls Billy’s close, but could only get him to press up against himself so much before the air is harder to breathe in.
Just the way Billy is slow to rock his hips up against Jonathan’s drives him fucking crazy, the way his groin heats up so much and it makes his squirm. The feeling of his eyes fluttering and falling heavy have him gasping for air, the way Billy’s hands move down to start groping at his waist, hips, his ass. Almost feverishly? Gods, it makes him fucking keen for the other male.
“Gods- fuck. C’mon asshole- just fucking-“ “I told you to shut your month Creep. Be fucking patient.”
Though Billy’s words, Jonathan whines. Whines so hard and keens so loud that one of Billy’s hands go to cover his mouth. Holding his jaw tight tight and the way Billy had rolled his hips into him had his spine arching into a bow. Eyes fluttering shut with a shuttery moan. A coo escapes Jonathan promptly but he’d ignored, denied, shut down. As always.
“Ok Byers, lift your leg. Since you want to be some alleyway whore, I’ll treat ya like one.” Billy would whisper in his ear, the sneer in his voice sends pleasant shivers down his spine and anticipation bounce in his brain.
Lifting his leg was fucking difficult, somehow Billy was able to unbuckle and pull his loose pants down to a point when he wasn’t paying attention was something. But it was mostly on Jonathan, touch drunk on Billy’s hot hands on his body. Gripping, groping, clawing into his skin. Making him focus on the barely there pleasure and touching, but it made his mind so foggy so damn quick he’s almost ashamed how fast he melted into Billy’s hands. His nice hands. His skilled hands..
Jonathan draws himself back to the present with a hefty gasp, all his senses slapped back into reality at the feeling of a strong, hard hand grabbing the underside of his thigh to lift it hard into the air and hook it on the curve of his elbow. Forcing Jonathan even harder into the wall and he swears Billy is trying to push him into the wall, even if it is made out of brick.
The hand shutting his mouth is moved quickly, but is slow to run down his body. Over his clothed chest to gently rub over covered nipples down his sternum to stomach, pressing two fingers on his stomach before the hand travels lower. Even so much more slower, nails raking down the skin til it reaches his navel were Jonathan jolts slightly. A huff escaping the creep as his groin stirs so much, frustration suddenly building up in his eyes and they turn misty. Looking up into the darkening sky, he ignored the prompt laughter of mockery coming from Billy who slides his hand to hover over the mound of Jonathan’s dick.
“Fuck you.” Is all Jonathan hisses, a shaky gasp stutters in his chest as he squirms his hips, trying to push his pelvis up into Billy’s hovering hand. All the blonde does is shake his head before the hand delivers a slight smack to his still covered dick, making him yelp. Glaring into Billy’s blue eyes.
“What? Don’t look at me like that, I’ll leave you here. You know that, don’t you?” He taunts, making Jonathan grind his teeth but ultimately whines. Billy would leave him here, he HAS before. Sexually frustrated and aggressive. He’s never felt so much rage before over some teasing and denial, but it lead him to here so he can’t complain all too bad. He’s finally getting his damn reward, and if he wants it fully, he needs to be patient. Not whining like some fucking street-side hooker.
So he settled, slowing his breathing down enough but still heavy, the air between them so stuffy and small it’s hard to actually calm. Billy then smirks at him, lifting his leg higher and Jonathan hisses at the stretch but the two warm fingers sliding over his clothed slit make him gasp. The slow circles on his clit makes him clench his jaw and close his eyes. Fuck, he hasn’t had Billy finger him in so fucking long. Biting his lips as Billy’s hand finally moves to slip into his boxers, teasing a finger against the hard nub of his clit, forcing Jonathan to arch his back and push into Billy. Letting out a hearty gasp when the finger slips down and dips into his slit, a course palm now against his dick and Jonathan rolls his hips into the hand, punching whines out of himself at the friction.
Even with humping his fucking cunt against Billy’s hand, its not fucking enough. Its never enough for him. He needs more. He hisses when two fingers plunge into his hole and Jonathan chokes on a moan, eyes promptly rolling back and he writhes. “Fuck fuck- Billy- keep going-“ he slurs, rolling his hips onto the blonde’s fingers, letting out a shutters gasp at the way the fingers curl inside him oh so fucking good.
He lets out a little laugh, eyes going cross as he feels Billy’s fingers prod deep into him, his palm rubbing harshly against his dick and Jonathan’s stretched leg trembles greatly. The arm holding up his leg moves so that its hand grabs his throat, pushing his leg til its flush against his own chest. Basically being bent partially in half by Billy and Jonathan can't help but wrap his arms around the blonde’s shoulders, pulling him close.
“Cmon Billy- fuck- please baby- I wanna-“ “Shh. We’re getting there, ok? I’m getting there.” Billy hisses out in a whisper, brows scrunching because even if Jonathan is acting like a spoiled brat, its also getting him hot and heavy. The way he could feel his cock chub up greatly and create a tent in his jeans, growling at the tightness of his pants around his pelvis. Jonathan’s gasps and whines, getting his cock to perk hard in his pants and it makes him curl his fingers even deeper into the creep. Watching the way his jaw slacks and feel his cunt tighten around his fingers, eyes rolling deep into the back of his head and promptly going silent. But Billy pulls his fingers away, pulls them out and it forced a punched, shuttery gasp from Jonathan. A pitched whine coming from deep within his chest, Jonathan hisses in pain.
Slapping at his shoulder, Billy lets out a gruff laugh at Jonathan’s misery, his forced denial and he grins evilly at him. Sliding his slick fingers up and down against Jonathan's little cock head, pressing it hard and it makes Jonathan cry out. “Gods- please oh my gods- Billy- please baby- please-“ Fuck. He cries so fucking pretty when on the edge. Billy just places his forehead against Jonathan and he swears he feels Jonny’s pussy quiver due to the touch. The simple affection. And he watches in pure utter awe as Jonathan arches his chest towards him, head dipping back somehow and his clit twitching against his fingers as he actually cums. Watching as his eyes roll back into his head, a wet gasp cut off as his legs tremble and hips stutter against Billy’s hand. Feeling his cunt tighten and his small cock head twitch before spurting out slick, all over the front of his crotch, forcing a hefty moan from Billy as Jonathan gasps heavily.
Feeling the brunette shake in his arms, Billy holds him as securely as he could, letting his leg go until it hangs around his hip. The way Jonathan’s chest heaves and his head slants back and his eyes flutter closed, Billy thinks he did a damn near amazing job on Jonathan to cum. Let alone fucking squirt due to his fingers. Still got it, he chuckles mentally to himself, placing soft kisses against Jonathan’s throat to relax the creep. “Shh baby, you did good. So fuckibg amazing, you cum so fuckinh sexy..” Billy purrs against Jonathan’s neck, grinning at the whiny hum he gets in return and shallow pants.
“Fuck.. you.” The false insult just makes the blonde grin, sliding his fingers slowly against the brunette’s small cock and in return gets a hiss of pain. Jonathan inching his hips away from Billy and the other understands, letting go of Jonathan’s leg fully and lifting his pants just enough so its under the mound of the other’s crotch. “Feeling good, babe?” A chuckle Billy gets as a response.
“I forgot how good you are with your fingers- damn well made me basically piss myself.” “Aw c'mon, I made you squirt Jonny.”
Jonathan rolls his eyes and huffs his chest, body still trembling in the aftershocks of his orgasm. Holding tight onto Billy’s arms, he catches his breath before pulling the blonde into a kiss, which he gladly returns. Sweet and slow, and the fucking passion behind it is enough to make Jonathan’s clit pulse weakly with a soft moan. Feeling teeth bite gently onto his bottom lip, he grins, sliding his hands against Billy’s shoulders and pushing him into his knees.
“How about you? Think you can get off just by my leg?” Jonathan grins smugly and evilly down at Billy who in return glares but lays his head on Jonathan’s thigh. A coo escapes him and he lets the soft, golden curls and scratching gently at the others scalp. The sigh and shiver he gets is sweet, but the light buck of hips and a rock hard hidden cock against his shin is hot. He hums and slowly rocks his leg against Billy’s erection, knocking his thighs wide to get a better angle and get the blonde to grind against his leg.
“What- so you can make fun of me? Getting off to your leg like a- fuck- a dog?” Billy grits, rolling his hips hard against the shin granted to him. He knows damn well Jonathan would’ve gotten some payback by making him go a week without touching him just as he did, ending him to insanity, but to be given the opportunity to get himself off is not for his sake but for the brunette’s enjoyment. And Billy will fuckibg give it to him. He just wishes it wasn’t as embarrassing but what could he say? Billy had Jonathan half-bent over as he finger fucked him til his squirted. This is payback. Just in a more forgiving manner as Billy knows Jonathan is a fucking exhibitionist and a masochist. Knows the thought of getting caught gets him so heated it basically rubbed off on Billy. A whore. And a title Jonathan wears with pride whenever they sneak out together.
“Perhaps. I think you look good on your knees for me. If you hadn’t made me jizz myself soaking, I’d have you suck me off.” Jonathan coos, sliding his hand to hold the underside of Billy’s jaw and lift his head. Enjoying how his boy shivers and moans, hips bucking in a stutter against his leg. A dark chuckle escapes Jonathan as he stops his leg, but Billy just continues to hump his leg, just as a dog. “Atta boy.. that’s my good boy. My wonderful puppy..” He coos again, humming at the whine he received.
“Shit- cmon Byers. Give me a- hand.” Billy whines but groans out sharply as his hair is pulled, eyes rolling but he curls his lip to glare at the brunette who merely raises a brow at him. “Give you a hand? I’m giving you the opportunity to cum. Take it or I’ll leave you alone for a month.” Monstrous. Fucking evil. And he loves it. Its hard to get the dominant side of Jonathan out, but Billy definitely loves the soft, pliant side of Jonny. His Jonathan.
“..fine- Fuck!” Billy cursed, the hard press of Jonathan’s shin against his cock makes him moan out, clenching his eyes as he grind his dick harder on the leg given to him. Huffing as he could feel the wet patch from before of his own pre and Jonathan’s squirt grow as he continues to leak pre. As if he’s a leaky faucet. It makes his face burn and the soft tuned him in his ear tells that Jonathan could definitely feel it and his face burns hotter. The hand under his jaw slides to hold his cheek lovingly and Billy gasps, eyes rolling again as he feels his cock spurt a bit of cum. Arching his back, he gasps shallowly as his hips stutter for the last time before his blows in his pants. Completely soaking the front of his boxers and whining in Jonny’s thigh. Ears hot as the laugh from the brunette above and the petting once again in his hair.
“That’s it, that’s my good boy. You did well, Hargrove.” Jonathan grins as Billy shakily stands up, pulling the creep into a deep kiss that has them both moaning and petting each other. Up until Jonathan pushes him back and grins. “Ok. How about we take this back home, hm? Im sure no one’s home..” he whispers, sultry in Billy’s ear and the blonde is quick to pull up Jonathan’s pants and zip him up.
“Well then? What’re we waiting for? I have to fuck you now.”
Jonathan just laughs.