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Will wasn’t exactly fond of Billy Hargrove. He used to be, when he first arrived in Hawkins. Will was thirteen then, still in middle school, but that didn’t stop him from looking into the man’s direction. Obviously he wasn’t the only one who got caught onto his beauty, since pretty much every girls were also looking his way. Billy grabbed everyone’s attention as soon as he stepped out of his loud car. Girls drooled over his perfect, charming figure. Boys made him their enemies by glaring daggers his direction, knowing how he could have any girls he wanted with a snap of finger, knowing the competition would be hard. But Will, however, didn’t feel jealousy. He was in awe. He had rarely seen someone so gorgeous so close.
Billy looked like a movie star. He used to think Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington was the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes upon, and though he was indeed very pretty, Billy was just— something else. If Will had to describe his type, he’d pretty much describe Billy Hargrove. He was just so thick, tall, muscular. Beautiful curly golden hair, piercing blue eyes framed with dark lashes giving an intensity to his gaze. He had massive thighs he could crush him with, a really pretty ass he didn’t mind showing by the way his pants would tighten around it. Will never really dared look down though, at his crotch, because it would be weird and impolite. He shouldn’t stare at someone else’s genital or private parts. But Billy was wearing those really tight jeans basically showing the outlines of his cock and leaving no place for imagination.
Still, if at first Will was captivated by the newcomer, things quickly took a drastic turn when he got into high school. He was fourteen, a freshman, and Billy decided to target him. He had no idea why.
He was used to being the bullies whipping boy. He had been bullied his entire life. He kind of hoped high school would change that, and it seemed strange that an eighteen years old would lose time of his day and go out of his way just to annoy a freshman, but whatever, Will didn’t understand bullies psyche and probably never would. He didn’t understand the concept of wanting to hurt another being. And in his humble random nerd loser opinion, high school popularity was probably one of the stupidest concept ever. It was so— ephemeral, unimportant, trivial, fleeting. Social status as a teenager seemed like the most crucial thing ever, but Will knew better than to let himself be impressed by that. It was mostly because of his brother, Jonathan, who always rambled about it. Jonathan was also an outcast, a freak like they would say. But Jonathan never gave a shit about people putting him down and judging him, he had other things to do, better things. He knew his worth, he knew who he was, so he couldn’t care less about some teenagers spreading rumours. Jonathan always said no one normal ever accomplish anything meaningful in this world. He also said high school was just glory years for people that would end up dying by thirty, unloved and without a good job or anything to be passionate about. That once their teenage years would be over, they would fall from high. They’d realize it was stupid and some popularity wasn’t worth anything once in the real adult world. It wouldn’t help find a job or a house. If anything, Jonathan could become an accountant and they’d depend on him for their finance. That made Will smile every time he would remember his brother’s words. But it would never help when he was face to face to Billy, because for now, he still had to go through it. It was present Will dealing with this, not his future self. And present Will saw Billy coming from afar, directly his way.
It was nothing unusual. Billy pinned him to his locker, always somehow waiting for him, knowing when he was at his locker, knowing that even if Will was trying to avoid him by taking a different route and make himself invisible, he couldn’t avoid taking his books for the next class or his lunch. Lunch he never got to eat because Billy would take it.
“Whatchu got for me today faggot”
He said while slamming his hands roughly against the metallic locker, making the sound resonate through Will’s skull. That noise would always make him nervous. He felt like Pavlov’s dog. An automatic reaction, he heard the noise, he would flinch. He just knew if he heard that sound, it was bad news. It would make him tremble, blinking fast in repetition as a reflex.
Though there was one thing incredibly annoying and mostly fucked up about all this—
It was kind of hot.
It was awful. He hated it. But also— Billy standing so close, framing his thin body between two strong arms, being inches away from his face, would create some weird reaction in his body.
He should hate it, and he did to some extent. He didn’t like being called that word, he heard it enough, he knew how hurtful it was. It was a bad word for gay people. And it was annoying how everyone could see right through him. Usually, when Lonnie or Troy would call him that, it would make him sad. A little angry, but mostly sad. He’d shut down on himself and spend the entire night awake feeling guilty and ashamed about being born wrong. But when it was Billy, it sounded different. It was pretty much just a punctuation for his sentences rather than an insult. It felt so natural through him, almost as if it was his nickname. It should’ve been worst, but somehow it wasn’t, because just being noticed by Billy was weirdly endearing. Billy would come day after day to see him. Torment him, to be more precise, but still. And he was so stupidly hot that anything sounded attractive through him. His voice was so low, gruff, everything sounded like a flirt even if it was an insult.
Or maybe Will was just a little messed up.
He could feel that same weird feeling on his stomach when some teachers would call him out in front of the entire class. Especially in PE when he would say he was slowing everyone down. Will wasn’t much of a runner, he had small legs and not much cardio. And being somewhat humiliated in front of his entire class by his older teacher was— weird. In a way that wasn’t awful. In a way that would make his tummy tickle.
He had a dream once, a really weird dream where his math teacher asked him a question. He wasn’t good at math so obviously he got it wrong. And as a punishment, he fucked him on his desk in front of the whole class. He woke up achingly hard.
He didn’t like his math teacher, he wasn’t even attractive in the slightest, but he still jerked off to the situation.
Now was no different. With Billy so close, his scent overwhelming his senses, he felt swoon.
He didn’t listen to his question but he knew what to answer, because it was always the same request. He answered with his usual meek voice he hated. It was so embarrassing when he was stuttering while talking, but he couldn’t help himself. Billy was making him nervous and hot and confused and he had to think carefully about his words.
“U-uh.. sandwich.. as usual”
Billy hit the locker right beside his ear again, making Will flinch and shake. The loud noise was almost worst than being hit, it was making him just as on edge. He tensed up and kept his eyes squeezed shut.
“Well, give” Billy simply said, slightly impatient because Will should know better than to make him wait.
Will shifted his body to access his bag, and Billy gave him some moving space by backing off. His arms dropped, instead going for his golden curly hair and pushing them back which he would do very often. It was flexing his muscles a little. It was pretty attractive.
Will didn’t want to make him impatient so he hurriedly unzipped his bag, his hand going for the small ziploc in which his chicken sandwich was waiting to be eaten.
“Anything else?” He asked low, looking disinterested in the sandwich and instead staring at Will. A bit too intensely. His eyes were piercing. Blue, pale, with very dark and long lashes draping over them and making him look even more fierce. He felt like he could look through his soul. And his voice— teasing, requesting, demanding, it was almost too much to handle. Will almost wanted to say he’d be his sweet treat, his snack, whatever it was, but he knew Billy would just punch him until the right side of his face would melt with the left. It was so horrible of him to be so weirdly— horny for his bully. He wished he wasn’t like this. He wished Billy could be so mean he’d never want to see his face ever again. But Billy was mean, just not enough for Will to completely avoid him. He was expecting to see him every day. Not seeing him would’ve been more unsettling than reassuring.
“I’ve got.. a juice box and— chocolate”
He said in one puff of air. He forgot how to breathe again. It would happen often.
“Give” he commanded. And Will could only comply.
He knew Billy doing this was less about wanting lunch and more about asserting dominance. Billy was already feared and respected, worshipped by everyone because he had authority above everyone else. He made that clear when he beat up Steve Harrington. When he joined the basketball team and for some reason tackled people while playing. Just by being noisy with his car. Or by standing and being menacing, without barely trying. It was some sort of power, to be so strong and threatening that he could ask for anything like it was his due, like the entire world owed him. It was impressive. Billy was charismatic. He could just smile or do the bare minimum and have any girls he wanted, have anyone in his pocket, be respected, have Will’s lunch, have anything, really.
Will had to do anything in his power to stop staring at him and search for his juice and chocolate bar. His eyes always found a way to gravitate back to him though. He was just so nice to look at. Will, being an artist, didn’t mind staring at an art piece for so long. Billy belonged in a museum. Framed, protected, for people to gaze at and admire. Will would’ve want to draw him, but he knew just his skills and pencils couldn’t possibly recreate his beauty. Billy had a very flattering appearance, no wonder any girl was trying to get in his pants.
He grabbed his chocolate bar, one of his favorite. Sadly he looked at it, ready to hand it to Billy and probably see him throw it in the trash. Once again, he wouldn’t eat today. No wonder he was so spindly and unattractive.
Will kind of wanted to sigh because of this unfair situation he was stuck in. He was willing to do pretty much everything and obey, so Billy didn’t have to be so rude to him. When Billy first arrived, he made everyone understand that it was better to be on his good side than his bad one. Everyone submitted, obviously, even the jealous guys. And Billy would usually leave them alone, but not Will. Will submitted, he didn’t even need to be scared of him to do so, but Billy still made him a target.
He simply handed him everything he had. Billy smirked, as usual, loving how much power he had over him. Then he moved his hand, approaching Will, and patting his hair. It was condescending, mocking. A gesture meant to say he was some dumb puppy to order around. But the contact of his hand on his hair, ruffling them roughly still made Will hot all over.
“Good boy” he teased, his voice always as low and sardonic and vile and cruel, but so hot.
Good boy. He loved when Billy would say something like that. Of course it was mocking. It was something someone would say to his puppy, but who cared when Billy still addressed himself to him and touched his head?
As Will’s cheeks increasingly became more heated, Billy let go of him, with a momentum that propelled Will’s head in the locker. The sound was more scary than the impact, and it didn’t hurt that much. He wouldn’t have a concussion because of it, but still, he let out a small choked “umf”.
Billy didn’t care and walked away. And Will didn’t shy away from looking at his muscular back and— ridiculously pretty ass. Billy would never know.
*
Billy was surprised when he arrived in the locker rooms and found Will Byers already there, sitting on a bench and apparently drawing something in his sketchbook.
Billy hated that kid.
He hated him because he was confusing to him, but he did like to see him. He liked seeing his pathetic scared face every time he was coming his way. He liked how freaked out he was when he would do one step his direction. Or like right now, in the locker, how he jumped and his pen fell. What a loser.
Will turned his head so quickly, then he just froze, like a deer caught in the headlights. Seeing him like that would never fail to make a mocking smirk spread on his face.
He wondered what the hell he was doing here. Billy would usually just skip his class to smoke some weed in there while there was no one. He never expected his favorite play thing to be there.
“Byers” he greeted sternly.
He never knew how to act around him. He usually would just— shove him in a locker and command him to give his lunch, but that was just because he had no idea what else to do.
Will was pretty much like everyone else. A little pussy who would lick his ass to not have his own kicked. That was how he made a fake-ass friend group he didn’t care about. And life was pretty boring when he had no one to tease. So even if Will was doing exactly like everyone else, he wasn’t exactly the same.
It had something to do with his eyes.
Fuck, such greedy expressive eyes. Billy wasn’t dumb, he knew there wasn’t just fear there. He could feel his gaze sticking to his skin when he was walking away, following each steps. If Will was a bit smarter, he’d avoid him, too.
And this weird comportement Will had was pissing him off. He just wanted to hate him and terrorize him, not like he would scare other kids, he wanted to really fucking hurt him because he couldn’t stand the way Will would look at him.
He couldn’t stand how— stupidly delicate he looked. How pink would bloom on his cheeks. How his eyes would get somewhat wet and elusive, but always gravitating back to look at him. No matter how cruel he could be, Will didn’t give a shit. He hated how soft he looked and how he would dress and how he would walk and stand. He was such a cliché. There was the word fag written all over him. He might’ve as well be wearing a huge sign with an arrow pointing directly at him and saying “Sissy”, that was how obvious it was.
And truth was, Billy recognized some sort of threat in Will’s wimpy demeanour. His scrawny physique, effeminate clothing made him look weak. And perhaps he feared a kid that cared so little about performative masculinity and hiding his true nature, by showing himself in broad daylight without playing this game of pretending, could see right through his own.
Will didn’t care about appearances. It was annoying, because he should care. And Billy hated thinking that perhaps, Will was braver than he was for being able to come to school dressed with ridiculous clothes, able to endure and go through insults and bullying. Billy would’ve want to make him collapse. So that he couldn’t handle it anymore. There was nothing worst than trying to get a reaction out of a boy that wouldn’t scream or cry or shut down in panic— but instead would just, look at him, almost with fucking affection. Billy had to play this game constantly, a role, a performance of being strong and interested in girls. But he just wasn’t. He was the one thing he was taught to hate. And hating Will was so much easier than hating himself for that. The only issue being how— stupidly horny this kid would make him.
He could picture his blushy face all too well, his shoulders collapsing on themselves, his pathetic stupid fucking body that was so thin and frail and seemingly unattractive but hiding an ass Billy just wanted to— grab. God he hated him. Fuck that stupid kid.
“O- hey- sorry I didn’t know.. you would- I’m just gonna..” he stammered, never even articulating a complete sentence and instead making Billy understand he’d leave as he closed his sketchbook, picked up the pen that had fell, ready to shove it all in his bag and flee.
He hated his gentle voice that would progressively go lower as he was speaking, his soft tone who could calm anybody, his tiny fingers grabbing a pen that looked almost too heavy for him. He hated everything and he loved it and he just wanted to break him.
“Whatchu doing here” he instead said, some ounce of curiosity in there.
“U-uh.. drawing— Skipping PE..”
“Skipping uh” he said, approaching slightly with two menacing steps. He eyed Will, who was indeed dressed with light PE clothes. Just a thin shirt and small shorts. He would always show off his legs that way. He was such a slut it was making him mad.
The boy answered by a small choked “Uh uh” since apparently he couldn’t utter words.
“I uh.. have my lunch in my bag” he said weakly, flicking his eyes up and down to check him out then lowering them.
“Ah” Billy simply said.
He didn’t want his stupid lunch. He never did. He wondered once if waiting for him at his locker to steal his food was more a pretext to just— see him day after day. It probably was but he would never actually admit that to himself.
Ah fuck. Now he was alone in the locker room with him. And he looked cute. Legs exposed, pale, frail.
Will suddenly stood up, taking his bag on the way, probably ready to leave. Billy obviously wouldn’t let him, as he imposed himself right on front, forbidding him to get away. He had to lower his face to look at him. So close like this and with how ridiculously small he was, he didn’t have any other choice. Will however kept his eyes down low, almost looking like he was staring at his crotch. It was so provocative.
“In a hurry to go?” He said low, almost whispering in his ear.
“Um- no.. I.. have nothing to do” Will said with a usual weak voice and always more stuttering.
“Good”
Will swallowed, sticking his chin up to try and take a look at Billy’s face.
Billy decided to tease, or just test the waters a bit.
“Isn’t that scary? Being a small little sissy all alone in a locker room with me?” His hand lifted up to land on his shoulder. “I could…” he touched the collar of Will’s shirt, his thumbs brushing over the fabric as he muttered with a growl “break you”
This son of a bitch— he licked his lips. Probably just as a reflex from feeling his mouth so dry, as nervosity grew inside of him. But that was enough to make Billy lose his composure.
“You want that?” He said, while two rough hands gripped on Will’s side, pressing his waist harshly and making him back off. His bag fell down, and he lost balance, unable to resist Billy yanking him back. His foot caught on his bag, making him fall, but Billy still had a firm grip on him and forbid his weak body from crashing on the floor. Instead, he took the opportunity of him being all clumsy to maneuver him around like he wanted. The boy let escape few panicked noises, some “Ah” and “oh” as he was falling, but when he was slammed to the bench in the middle of the room, he grunted a meek humph.
“Are you really gonna let yourself be handled that way?” He growled low, and his question was genuine. His gravelly tone might’ve sounded like he was mocking, but he really was wondering why Will wouldn’t fight back.
Will didn’t try and fight him off, he didn’t even say no. He just stammered some garbled sound. Fuck him. Fuck that stupid kid. How dared he do whatever Billy wanted and obey and just be so goddamn edible for no reason, and not even mind anything. It was pure provocation. He was looking for this. He teased Billy and all this time maybe he was the one in power just waiting for Billy to do something. He couldn’t let him win. He would crush him for what he did to him.
In a flurry of limbs Billy straddled over him, while he was on his stomach. He pinned him down at the hips, anger fear and confusion coalesced up inside.
“You.. have no fucking idea..” he started, voice still sharp and threatening, as one hand found it’s way to Will’s back to press him further down the bench, the other working it’s way to his shorts, four fingers slipped in the waistband, ready to tear it away. It was so suitable, because not so weirdly, he was wearing clothes way too convenient to slip away. His thin shorts got off easily. “What you did to me” he concluded, looming over the boy.
He admired his bare ass, the pale skin, wide hips, full and plentiful butt cheeks— only just a kid barely grown and yet, already so fuckable. His frame and upper part merely stretch out, not caught up onto the rest.
Feeling his short being pulled away, Will finally said something. Just a small “W-wait.. Billy- hold on what—”
Billy worked to unbuckle his own pants, trapping inside his growing dick that had been throbbing ever since he saw him peacefully sitting and drawing. Little asshole, always making his life hell. He just couldn’t control himself around him.
“W-what are you.. doing” he huffed out, not even screaming or panicking, it seemed. Just, curious. Maybe a little stressed out as anxiety rose.
He did not resist. He gave himself over to him. Billy shouldn’t be surprised, Will was an odd boy, lonely and a sissy, and he knew exactly what kind of person he was.
“You know damn well, fag” he spit, and he was even more angry while actually saying that word. He was insulting himself, truly. For being so weirdly attracted to him.
“Bet you love this. Getting cocks up your ass”
“U- ah.. no wait-”
Billy placed one hand on his neck, pressing his face on the bench, forbidding him to turn towards him so he wouldn’t hurt him with the weight of his tears filled eyes. Will never resisted any of it, simply laying flatly on his stomach, patiently awaiting his sentence.
Stupid kid made him so horny he didn’t prepare anything. He just knew he needed this now. God he hoped he was a virgin, or was having sex with condoms, because he didn’t have any. Nor lube.
But Billy let none of that discourage him. He shoved two fingers inside his own mouth, coating them in saliva. He took them out and puffed low. “Don’t scream”
He plunged them inside, testing out his ass who was— really tight. He could hardly wait. His anticipation grew bigger as Will simply waited for his punishment to come. He actually didn’t scream, he simply whimpered softly, his breathing loud and shallow coming through his nose.
Billy moved around, and noticed how his hole was already slick and wet, the motion of his fingers plunging in being easier than he expected. It was almost as if Will had already stretched himself out before school. Maybe he was screwing around like the bitch he was. Or maybe he was expecting this. Day after day, getting himself ready for the day Billy would finally break and decide to go at it. Fag like him probably imagined this moment so many times, fingering himself about it, getting ready and wondering when would Billy finally cave in. And clearly his patience paid off.
“So goddamn wet for me, slut”
He dove in deeper, and Will actually moaned. His hips quivered, all jutted up in the air and exposed, somehow keeping up with the contact. He moaned and it resonated in the locker room, and all Billy wanted to do was lose it and fuck him raw.
He pulled his pants down to his thighs in a hurry, with one hand while the other was busy fingering Will. He was in a rush, desperate even.
He retired his fingers and his hand naturally went to his ass. Will looked so perfect. His ass was so round and soft, he couldn’t resist grabbing a handful of it, letting his fingers dig in the milky-white flesh. Will’s skin looked like it could crack under the slightest pressure. But that didn’t stop Billy, on the contrary. He reached out more, touching, in an attempt to bruise.
He shuddered lowly, and before Will even got to do anything, he drove his hard dick in. He slipped inside almost too easily, but though it was smooth, Will still wailed. But Billy couldn’t care less about how his frail legs would quiver with each thrust. He moved, backing up a bit before slamming back inside, making Will weep quietly under.
Billy observed, having a good view of his cock stretching him to his limit, much more than he could possibly handle. Will attempted to even his breath, but he managed badly since he was already sobbing. It would be much easier to make him come undone than he expected.
Billy rocked his hips back and forth, for whatever reason he went relatively slowly, as if he subconsciously gave Will a chance to get accustomed to it. He instead focused on how it felt, how this whole situation happened a little too fast and how he felt dizzy on the sensation of Will’s walls closing around him. Billy was on autopilot, just driving his hips forward the tight and slick little hole of the boy he bullied every single day. How could things come to this- how could this be so good? So good he actually felt drunk on the sensations, overbearing his entire soul.
The boy was warm, heating up his body whole. He was so tight and good, it was almost too much. Billy grunted above, two hands going for his hips, cock comfortably nestled inside.
More pink bloomed on Will’s butt, probably due to Billy’s grip on it. And without warning, Billy spread his hand open, before making it crash harshly against Will’s butt. The momentum made his cheek jiggle, his skin becoming reddish, his mouth letting a pained shriek spill out. Billy didn’t stop at one slap though, Will’s ass was just— too good and the waves of aftershocks it made when his hand roughly went crashing against him was just too delightful. He didn’t hold back this time, his hands were harsh and firm, restless as they progressively made Will’s ass turn red. And his cock began moving relentlessly inside. Will cried out, and once again proved his inability at forming a coherent sentence, this time however, for valid reasons.
Billy couldn’t hear what the boy was trying to utter. All he could hear was the sound of his hand slapping his ass, the filthy squelchy ones of his cock bottoming it’s way in his ass. Will’s small whimpers and words that didn’t make their way through, and Billy didn’t even hear himself growling out low moans.
He eventually had enough of reddening his cheeks with harsh spank, and instead made his hands travel their way back to his hips. He crushed his hipbone between his fingers, stabilizing him there as he continuously went in and out his hole.
And despite Will’s small cries and loud screams, he still moved, pushing himself back, meeting the box of Billy’s hips. What was wrong with this boy.
“Enjoy being raped? Little bitch” Billy muttered, to which Will answered by some weak whimpers.
“Ah- n-no..”
Despite his disapproval, Billy knew it wasn’t sincere. By the way he moaned and his hips stuttered, he knew he couldn’t possibly hate it entirely. It was clear Will forced his voice to sound steady as Billy sent shockwaves of pleasure in his body.
“You woul-wouldn’t be moaning like a.. f-fucking whore if you didn’t” he said, voice husky and strained and tumbling out on his own tongue, searching for his vocabulary. It wasn’t often he was at loss for words, but now he couldn’t think. Will was just too good. So adorable underneath him, his hole so tight and sucking him in. He wasn’t about to serenade him when all he wanted was to fuck.
As if it was some sick joke, Will moaned even louder. It was like he was screaming right in Billy’s face he wanted more. Maybe he was enjoying this.
He shoved himself further, his hips merciless, his thighs meeting his with fast and rough movements. And as he did so Will relished a mewl that could’ve been a mixture of pleasure and pain.
The pressure around him was too good. His tight hole sucking him was propagating waves of bliss in him. Billy communicated his ravishment with gruff hum, his body being carried away and thrusting at an unvarying pacing.
Dilemma installed itself in his mind, whether he should make Will come or not.
What was the best way to make him pliant and ruined and vulnerable? Edging, begging, needing? Or full on depleted while an orgasm ripped through his soul? One Billy would create, gifting him. He’d be his fucking savior just by making him cry out and shake— fuck it.
Billy’s thrust quickly grew even more harsh, his grip on Will’s waist desperate. He fold his back over, pressing as much of himself along Will’s back, bringing them closer, together in as many places as he could. His mouth teased at the junction of Will’s neck and shoulder. Huffing out shallow breath, radiating heat from his warm body and imposing himself on Will. His weight crushing the boy, compressing him on the bench while his ass took him back and forth. Will whimpered, holding onto the wooden side, crisping his fingers as he couldn’t stop any of this sweet torture. Then Billy sunk his teeth in the muscle of his neck, the sharp pain making Will cry out, but feeling blissfully erotic, somehow.
His long whine of protest made Billy need to see him. His red crying face and mouth screaming out profanities. If he was kind enough to make him come, he wanted to see, all of it.
And so he carefully pulled himself out of Will. Taking the opportunity to breathe, breath panting and raspy. He flipped Will over easily, always so easy to manhandle as the boy did not fight any of it off, letting himself be used as Billy pleased. Asshole. What a little asshole.
His wearied body flopped flatly on the bench, and finally Billy could see him. Beads of sweat on his face, pink, as expected, he looked sweet. He stared at the trembling boy who kept mumbling and whimpering in front of him, before sinking back inside. Will let out a sharp gasp, his head falling back at the sudden intrusion. He had such a gorgeous crying face. Bright red, cheeks glistening with salty water, the wet pink of his tongue could be visible via the small opening of his mouth. And his eyes, lifeless, glazed, shining under the light and filled with tears.
He stared into the glossy eyes as he kept going, always with a fast and rough cadence that wouldn’t stop. Will’s small dick stuck out in the air, the tip letting dribbling out some sticky precum, hues pinkish. He was aroused. He was liking this and elated and hard because of him. Stupid little slut, it made Billy feel crazy.
He spread his legs wider, pushing down his thighs and forced himself deeper.
For some reason, one of Will’s free hand eventually reached for Billy. He laid it, warm on the curve of his shoulder. Billy’s whole body throbbed, his heartbeat drumming loud and frenetic, the weight of Will’s palm burning him like the sun. He felt his small fingers clutching onto him, applying pressure down his flesh as they dug in. There was a matching heat growing in the pit of his stomach, some swelling warmth. Will drew Billy closer, huffing huskily “I- close”. He could hear the words he didn’t pronounced overhanging at the end, ‘keep going’ he wanted to say. But he didn’t need to say it, Billy knew he had to keep going to eventually make him explode in bliss. Now was the time to make a choice he couldn’t dwell on as his body seemed to have taken the decision for him. He would allow Will to come. And once he was done with him he would finish on his gorgeous face.
“Yeah? Gonna come all over me?”
The boy moaned again, squeezing his eyes shut.
Billy’s stare was heavy on him. He couldn’t dare look away, he simply had to admire the colors blooming on him and expression of pure ravishment while he was being depleted. And before he knew it, one of his hand was skimming its way up, caressing his neck, his fingers feeling the pulse of Will’s hammering heart. His hand started to curl around his throat, not yet applying pressure. Will extended his neck, almost as if he was giving him space, allowing him without words. And his thighs quivered around him, his tiny hole so stretched out and exhausted it was barely even clamping down around his cock, though the sensation was always as good. It felt too good and he hated losing control and feeling carried away— all that because this little slut was breathing, existing, not minding anything but happily taking Billy in. How he wanted to crush him.
Billy grabbed his throat, roughly, this time. That shut Will up, in fact he gasped, some wheeze catching in his throat as Billy pressed, his fingers cutting off air flow at the side of his neck, while his palm applied pressure on his windpipe. Not with the intention to kill but to hurt. Power and control and frustration whirled up and he just wanted Will to finally break. Push him to his limit. It appeared it worked, because some flicker of panic light up in his eyes when he felt an hand wrapping around his throat. The boy’s hands went to grab his arm, before lust came to his eyes instead of fear. He struggled to catch glimpses of air, though none seemed to be coming in. His body squirmed under Billy pining him down, legs wiggling in place, hands clutching on Billy’s arms like that would ground him.
And Billy kept snapping his pelvis, over and over, pummelling his prostate. His jerks of hips overpowering any other sounds, Will falling oddly silent from being strangled. The pounding of his wet hole just taking up all the space, and Billy’s snarky growl indicating he was about to lose his own composure. Will being entirely too pliant while his abused hole kept being pounded while simultaneously being choked made him release a quiet, sort of garbled gasp worming its way out of his throat.
“Still like it?” Billy asked cunningly.
And somehow Will managed to answer with punched out moans managing to escape through the unforgiving grip Billy had on him. Syncing with the skin slapping against his, it was a symphony of obscene noises. Will could only claw at his arm, probably as some survival reflex his brain managed to still think about. Only then did he seemed to realize he might been in danger, though when his prostate was being thrusted into that way, he couldn’t care less about that. He only needed an orgasm, and for that he would give up his safety. His mind numbed by the pleasure, pain being the only thing still keeping him aware.
It built up, he wanted to scream but Billy’s hand was forbidding the sound to travel. His entire body shook, his erected untouched dick letting spurt out liquid ropes, painting up his abdomen almost the same color as his skin, the contrast barely there. His head jerked back, giving Billy an even better view of his hand clamping down his throat. The wanton moan paired with his eyes rolling to the back of his head made Billy let go of him, allowing him to pant heavily without restriction and still coaxing him through his orgasm as he kept going, driving right in his prostate. Feeling his soft body shaking underneath him made Billy close, hearing the soft moans and whimpers barely audible even more.
But it was only when Will’s lips stretched into a dazed smile, lazily tilting his head and relishing some faint broken whine that Billy came undone. This face, this reaction of pure dazzling elation had made Billy on the verge of breaking down. And he felt the need to paint his face in turn, making him his art piece.
He pulled out, instead wrapping his cock in his fingers and moved with long and deep stroke. He pumped on himself, eyes gravitating towards Will’s ass. His hole was wide, twitching as he breathed, leaking and so slick— somehow a tinge of red in there. Poor boy.
His own semen laid in his stomach, rising and falling an uneven and erratic beat.
He pumped on himself, fast, ordering Will to “open up”
Will choked in his confusion. Relishing a small “u-uh?”
“I’m close, open up” he repeated, dick aimed straight towards his face.
Will apparently saw no reason to object or refuse, he could’ve since Billy couldn’t really do anything worst than he already did. But still, he opened his mouth wide, staring right at Billy. He let his tongue fall out, lips hanging wide open, and all Billy wanted to do was fill him up until he would choke— seeing his cute little bunny teeth white with cum.
Will let his tongue darting out, eyes fluttering lightly as he just stared at Billy’s face and not his cock inches away from him. Billy couldn’t support the weight of his gaze, so he closed his eyes, and it didn’t took long for his semen to get released, shooting where he wanted to. He came, hard, groaning in delight as he did so.
He painted Will’s torso, his face, having the boy closing his eyes when the first impact was made on his cheek. Ropes of cum falling on his cheekbones, his lashes, on his lips, it was filthy and it was perfect. He stroked himself all through his orgasm, finishing on the boy and not inside. Maybe he could, one day, fill him inside. He would think about it.
Once he was done spurting out his release he caught his breath, taking long and deep inhale and exhaling shakily afterwards. He opened his eyes when he heard Will whining, only to see him swallowing, licking at his lips and swallowing again. With a swipe of a tongue over the seam of his mouth he collected what was trickling down, bringing it to his mouth like none of it could go to waste. With his thumb, he dragged droplets of cum on his tongue, licking himself clean, like it was a goddamn sweet ice cream.
Then he simply asked bashfully, eyes trying to stay open though he was being careful not to have any semen dribbling in his eyes.
“Can you pass me a tissue please?”
What the fuck.
Billy breathed shallowly, getting up from his spot and inevitably releasing Will from his framing.
“You’re a weird guy Byers” he stated, voice stern though a small smirk was trying to make its way through. He tucked his cock back inside his boxer, lifting up his pants afterwards.
“Mh?”
What a little asshole. He must’ve been waiting for this all this time. He might’ve enjoyed this even more than Billy did. Greedy whore, licking his cum-covered fingers and letting himself be handled and maneuvered, opening his mouth wide to receive drips of semen like the cumslut he was.
Billy wanted to ruin him— it definitely wasn’t what happened. He looked more than fine. Wearied, sure, but nonetheless happy.
He would be the end of him.