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the wine stream had gone wonderfully. even if it was simply because of how tipsy he was, alex couldn't think of a single way it could've gone better. maybe it was the euphoria of being in the uk—the euphoria of being with wilbur—that had him so blinded with joy now.
and words couldn't describe the happiness he felt when wilbur actually offered for them both to come back to his place, alex grinning widely at the fact he wasn't going to be discarded back to his own hotel room after the stream as he'd convinced himself earlier. he had a tendency to do that: force himself to expect the most disappointing outcome in hopes it would help him move on from his subconscious wants of more. despite the fact it never helped depress him less, especially when it came to wilbur.
but he couldn't think about that now. after all, he and wilbur had a comfortable uber ride home and have been laughing over their bottle of wine on the sofa since. not to mention that the sudden turn the conversation took had alex backtracking if he was even awake or not, let alone if wilbur was intrigued by him.
"tell me, then. what gets you off?"
"excuse you, wilbur, i'll have you know i am a god-fearing man."
"no, don't give me that bullshit. genuinely, tell me, i'm curious. just list your, like, five biggest kinks."
"wilbur!" alex is blushing, hard, "what is up with you, man? you drink some wine and suddenly you're obsessed with knowing all my deepest darkest fantasies."
"maybe," the older shrugs, as though they were conversing about the weather, "why won't you tell me?" he lowers his voice dramatically, never breaking the eye contact he's forcing alex to have everytime he looks in wilbur's direction, "you're into some dark shit, aren't you? i should've known you'd be a creep."
"a creep?!" alex sounds almost offended by the other's words, "how am i the creep for not wanting to talk about what" he mimics wilbur's accent as he loves to do, "'gets me off'."
if only he knew how much wilbur loves when he puts on that stupid british accent, the mocking tone only giving the man more reason to want to pin him down and put the brat in his place. wilbur shifts in his seat at the thought.
"fine, i won't push it. if you don't want to share with your best friend what you're into then i'll leave it be." he takes the last swig from his wine glass and sets it on the coffee table before sighing, "just thought we were closer than that, is all."
and there it is. the one thing wilbur knows gets under alex's skin more than anything: the thought that alex isn't so completely and hopelessly devoted to his and wilbur's friendship.
alex looks at the other with disgust, squinting his dark eyes at the unbothered man while contemplating if he really was going to go down this route right now.
fuck it, alex thinks, let the motherfucker get what he wants.
"degradation." he answers, voice much calmer than he thought he'd be able to muster.
wilbur's expression lights up as though he was a dog that has just heard the word treat.
"ooh." wilbur replies, now clearly a hundred times more interested in the topic at hand, "didn't take you to be the type to like being degraded."
"why not?" alex strikes back, unbeknownst to how he had just admitted to definitely not being the one to degrade. although wilbur would've been sure of that fact regardless.
wilbur shrugs again, "considering how soft you are i assumed you'd be one of those praise kink fuckers."
"well, praise isn't bad either.." alex admits before properly processing what the other had said, "but i'm not fucking soft."
"oh, so you're saying you're hard?"
"not.. what i meant." alex says sheepishly, eyes shifting back to the wine glass in his hand. suddenly remembering why they call it 'liquid luck', he decides to take another sip.
there's a moment of silence that forces alex to realize how quickly his heart has started to beat. he tries to tell himself that this was a completely normal conversation between friends and that he was ridiculous for reacting otherwise. just look at wilbur! he's obviously unbothered by the conversation, looking as beautiful casual as always, so why shouldn't alex also be? for crying out loud, alex is sitting here practically trembling over something wilbur most likely brought up without a second thought. the brunette probably wasn't even pondering their conversation, instead thinking of normal things like their stream earlier or about getting another glass of wine. hell, he was probably ready to end this topic and move on as though it-
"what kind of porn do you watch?" wilbur's tone is graceful and curious, despite the fact alex thinks he might shit bricks because of it.
alex opens his mouth to speak but has to stop himself a multitude of times before answering. can you blame him? it's not exactly a question he hears every day... or ever, for that matter.
"what, cat got your tongue?" wilbur asks innocently after a minute.
"it's.. definitely got something.." he replies idly before taking a breath and finally forcing himself to answer with something, literally anything, "uhh, y'know, the rough stuff."
"the rough stuff?" wilbur says, evidently entertained by the answer he's received, "please, elaborate."
alex takes a breath and decides to look back at the man seated beside him, using every last nerve he has in his body to try to carry at least a fraction of wilbur's confidence here.
"like, uh, slapping.. choking.. deep.. throating-" jesus, what is he even saying, "just all of it, okay? i'm sure i don't need to explain to you of all people what's in fucking porn videos."
wilbur doesn't even try to come up with a witty response to alex's jab, much too intrigued by the answers he's getting out of the flushed man.
"wow." wilbur grins a grin only a tipsy man can, "alright then, let me ask you this: who do you imagine yourself as when you're watching your porn videos?"
"the girl."
what the fuck did i just admit to?! alex thinks, panicked over what his newfound confidence has done to him.
"the girl?" wilbur repeats, more amused than alex has ever seen him.
well, no going back now.
"yes. the girl. now why are smiling like that, you fuck? do you find it funny or something?" alex repeats, trying to act big and brave when in reality he's afraid he might not be able to hear wilbur over the sound of his pounding heart.
both fortunately and unfortunately, though, he hears wilbur's next sentence perfectly.
"no, i find it hot as fuck."
alex gulps. unable to think of any other way to react, he giggles at the man's words, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks as his eyes shift to anywhere that isn't wilbur's searing gaze and shit-eating grin. but despite the fact he wants to look anywhere else, he can't bring himself to move any further away from the man.
"excuse me?" alex offers wilbur an easy out with his lighthearted response, the perfect opportunity to redact his prior statement and let them both move on to pretend like he'd never said anything in the first place.
wilbur, however, doesn't even consider taking this opportunity.
"i said what i said." he reiterates.
alex isn't sure how to respond to that, internal panic flooding over his demeanor more and more by the second, so wilbur makes the executive decision to speak up again.
"do you wanna go back to my room?"
"why go when we're already here on the couch?" alex says with a heavy exhale, all the breath leaving his body as he dares to look at the other again.
neither of them know who leaned in first, but who gives a shit when the other's lips feel like heaven? admittedly, a heavily wine-flavored version of heaven, but heaven nonetheless.
a desperate heat grows in alex's gut when wilbur's hands find their way to his hips, but he ignores the feeling and lets his own land on the brunette's cheek and thigh. when wilbur's hands gently grip at the other's love-handles, alex's fingers dig into the fabric of the man's pants, causing the older to groan against his lips.
it's a rather low and quiet groan, but alex gladly takes it as his chance to let a much louder and whinier moan slip from his throat. alex feels wilbur smile at his sound and he thinks he might burn the man alive out of his own embarrassment. but the younger can't focus on that now when wilbur's hands are gently guiding him towards him, alex immediately responding by shifting himself into the man's lap.
not that the pornstars look very pretty doing it either, but this kiss is much rougher and sloppier than alex could've ever imagined. perhaps it's just the alcohol that causes their tongues to dance with each other so horrendously off-rhythm and their teeth to clash more often than they should; but either way, this was—in wilbur's words—hot as fuck and neither of them planned on slowing down anytime soon.
after what could've been both hours and only seconds of making out, wilbur is pulling away, even after alex tries to chase his lips before finally settling back. alex assumes the action is simply so wilbur can catch his breath, but he soon finds out it's because he plans to speak.
"let me grab some lube, yeah?"
the suggestion is elementary enough considering the current situation, but it strikes something against alex's reality anyway. wilbur's words make it real. he's actually going to fuck wilbur soot. his best friend. his crush. the man he's dreamt about countless times just so he could fall asleep happily at night. it honestly sounds like a fantasy, but alex still panics.
"no! don't leave yet." he shifts even closer to the other, unintentionally grinding their crotches together and causing wilbur's eyes to flicker with an expression of pure want that alex absolutely lives for.
"i won't leave," wilbur finds the other's sudden desperation terribly attractive, "it's just in the bathroom. just make your way to my room and i'll meet you there, alright? you remember which door it is?"
alex bites his lip and nods, almost shamefully moving himself off of wilbur as he stands, his slight drunkenness suddenly catching up to him as he staggers to his feet. not that it's anything he can focus on now as he watches wilbur rise to his own feet and head towards the bathroom, suddenly turning to speak before alex can start to make his way to the bedroom.
"alex?" the other looks back at him, "try to get out of those clothes, will you? i don't like to waste time."
wilbur turns and continues his light stumble to the bathroom before alex can say anything, so he simply follows his directions and begins to fumble out of his hoodie as he rushes to wilbur's bedroom. once inside, he rids of everything else until he's in nothing but his tight underwear, just in time for wilbur to walk in—now shirtless—and toss a half-empty bottle of lube on the unmade bed. alex reaches for it instantly, wasting no time stripping of his trunks and laying back on the mattress. sure, he could let wilbur prep him, but he's desperate to get a move on with things and would rather not take the chance of wilbur trying to be 'gentle' with him.
wilbur watches in awe as alex quickly squirts the lube onto his fingers before positioning himself on full display to start stretching himself. wilbur doesn't watch for long though, urgently freeing himself of his own pants and boxers before getting to work on his own parts. but when alex eventually looks up to see wilbur stroking his own half-hard cock, he's quick to urge the man from doing so.
"wait, stop!" he moves forward to grab wilbur's wrist firmly enough to stop his actions but gently enough to play down his own strength, worried he'll somehow lose this malleable front he's managed to be painted as in wilbur's eyes.
"what?" wilbur asks quietly, looking down at the other.
"use my throat instead." alex somehow feels powerful looking up at the man, knowing how pretty he must seem by that look in wilbur's eyes.
"mm," wilbur hums, "maybe next time."
"what? why?" alex looks practically heartbroken over the other turning down his offer.
wilbur keeps his voice low as to not completely ruin the mood, "because i'd rather something not happen if you were to gag on me too many times-"
"nonono," alex immediately shoots down wilbur's doubts, insistent on getting his way, "that won't happen, i promise you. i've practiced a lot."
wilbur quirks an eyebrow at the new information shared, "practiced?"
while he could be embarrassed over what he's said, alex again chooses confidence over shame and pretends like he'd totally thought the words through before they left his mouth, "yeah, i like to be prepared." he shrugs, "so.. why don't you let me put my preparing to good use?"
wilbur smiles at that, "i suppose i'll allow that." he nods his head towards the bed, "lay flat on your back and keep your mouth open wide."
alex can't help the smile that nudges at his own lips as he follows the instructions given to him, the reality of the situation finally settling in his mind: this was really happening. all the times he'd entertained himself with the thought of doing anything with wilbur, it was about to come true. and in full fucking swing, might he add.
wilbur waits for alex to finish squirming into his respective place on the bed, afterwards returning his fingers to their work on his hole whilst his head comfortably rests just over the edge of the mattress, mouth open as requested and looking up at wilbur with an oh-so-noticable excitement painting his dark eyes. a beautiful sight, most definitely, but not one wilbur can study for long, since he knows damn well he needs to hurry up and give alex a night he'll never forget.
wilbur approaches and begins to position himself as needed, one hand on the mattress supporting most of his weight while the other carefully guides himself past alex's lips. the man has to hold back a shudder at the tongue that quickly greets his cock as he pushes further inside alex's mouth. he really has practiced.
it isn't long before wilbur pulls his hips back and slowly tests the waters again, repeating the action a few times before reaching his deepest point yet. and when alex carefully swallows around the man now inside his throat, wilbur moans before taking it as his sign to start moving his hips properly at a slow pace.
wilbur tries to keep his steady pace the best he can, but he's only human so it's merely a matter of time before he's practically face-fucking alex. he throws his head back at first in the pleasure, mumbling swears and sighing out moans, before reminding himself of what his eyes have to relish in below him, looking down to bask in both the sultry glory being eagerly provided to him by the most lascivious looking person he's ever seen and the wonderful show of said person spread out bare on his sheets with a leaking cock and two fingers already inside himself.
wilbur knows he can't go on with this forever, though, despite everything in his being aching him against it. not only can he already feel himself getting close with the sped up pace, but alex himself seems to be squirming just a bit too much with three of his fingers now pumping into him rapidly, and wilbur doesn't want either of them to finish like this.
as a final plunge into the pleasure of this position, wilbur allows himself to pick up the pace and thrust fully into the other's throat. the wet, lewd noises and borderline pornagraphic moans sounding from alex's throat pair beautifully with the sight of his silk body spasming due to the rough treatment. it makes it almost impossible to actually stop once he's given in so intensely, but wilbur still uses all the discipline in his body to pull out completely after a minute of the fast pace, breathing heavily as he watches the mix of saliva and pre-cum drip from alex's mouth onto his face. the sight mixed with alex's pleading whines and pout at the loss of wilbur's cock are almost tempting enough for wilbur to give in and finish down the other's throat, but no. not yet.
both of their chests freely heave for a few long moments, alex's significantly more than wilbur's. once alex has caught his breath and realizes wilbur won't be returning to his mouth, he makes an effort to sit upright again and allow the blood to rush from his head before turning around entirely to face the man again. sure, he's slightly disappointed he hadn't got to feel wilbur cum down his throat as he's dreamt about so many times before, but he reminds himself the night is also far from over as well.
alex looks an absolute mess. his eyes are watery, his skin is flushed and sweaty, his hair already looks like someone's been pulling at it, and both his lips and chin are covered entirely with his own saliva. the look of alex causes wilbur's mind to void with sheer lust. absolutely nothing can compare to how perfect alex looks like this; used and abused but undoubtedly ready for more. like he was made for nothing else.
at any other time wilbur might stop himself from objectifying his friend so blatantly, but this was also like no other time. with what was happening right now, wilbur knows he's meant to think of alex in this way. he knows it's what alex wants, and so he knows it's what alex will get.
wilbur is dragged out of his thoughts when he sees alex move a hand to wipe the saliva from his face, and without thinking he instinctively grabs alex's hand from doing so. he can't ruin such a pretty picture . as soon as the other looks him in the eye with a confused expression, wilbur wastes no time in climbing atop alex and using the same grip on his hand to pin him against the mattress, grabbing the other to match the position and render him useless. as alex loves to fucking feel.
afraid he might cum at the mere sight of how fucked alex looks, wilbur quickly busies himself by swooping down and making work of his lips on alex's pitifully mark-free skin. if his cock wasn't aching, wilbur could honestly go on happily just with the small squeals alex makes every time he nips at his skin, a warm moan following when he licks or kisses the same area.
"so tell me," wilbur mumbles against the skin of alex's neck, "what position do you like the most when watching your little videos, darling?"
"doggy." alex huffs out almost immediately, tensing up once the word leaves his mouth.
wilbur's delighted by how short and direct the answer is—as though alex recognizes that the more pliant he is, the better—so he lets a hand run through the nape of alex's hair while the other gently teases his cock to reward his quick reply.
"hm, quite a slutty fucking answer." wilbur says into alex's ear before sitting up above him once more, looking down at the mess of a man he's created as he says his next words, "but makes sense coming from you."
alex can't help the rather loud whine that leaves him at nothing but the degradation, regretting the noise even more at the smile that spreads across wilbur's face because of it. his gut burns at how small he feels in comparison to the other right now, so he makes a promise to himself to somehow win back some spiteful dominance before the end of the night. he makes his first attempt at redemption by grinding his hips up against the hard member that rests just above him now. the action is much less smooth than how he had pictured in his head, but it gets his point across regardless.
wilbur looks down and laughs at that—laughs at him—and alex is ashamed by how his cock twitches at the action.
"you know i never thought you to be such a desperate whore," wilbur emphasizes his demeaning words before looking back at the other, alex being unable to do anything but moan under the direct eye contact.
dropping his cynical smirk, wilbur suddenly moves off of alex entirely, giving his orders as soon as he stands, "turn over and get onto your knees. now."
alex considers responding, but in favor of the current dynamic between the two, he decides against it and instead does as he's told. as much as he'd love to brat out now and see how far he can push wilbur, his urge to just be filled already overrides his others. when alex moves onto his knees, however, wilbur doesn't pounce on him as expected. he watches as the man walks over to his nightstand and only then does alex realize what he's planning to retrieve: a condom.
obviously there's nothing wrong with protection, especially since this entire thing can be described as nothing but completely and utterly unplanned—alex knows this fully well. but despite what he knows , it's what he wants that conflicts him. he bites his tongue at first as he watches wilbur begin to tear open the packet, considering if he should give in and say something, still entirely unsure of how the man would react to his little preference.
as soon as wilbur positions the rubber on his tip, though, alex can't restrain himself any longer. this was already a fantasy of a night, and if wilbur really wants to know what gets him off, then he can fucking know.
"could you maybe, uhm," he squeezes his eyes shut, partially to help in forcing his foggy mind to think coherently and partially out of embarrassment of the words that were about to leave his mouth, "not use a condom..?"
for the first time this night alex has actually managed to make wilbur stop in his tracks. whether it's a good stop or a bad stop he's unsure, but the man has certainly made a double take.
"what?" wilbur's tone is generally confused, but alex can't help but notice the dash of delight hidden behind his simple words.
"could you not use a condom?" alex manages to repeat.
"are you, are you sure? i mean, you do realize that-"
"wilbur." alex interrupts him, a confidence arising within him after the mask of cockiness wilbur has had on all night starts to slip, "just fuck me without it, okay? and- and don't pull out..." he gulps before tacking on a "please."
"you're certainly full of surprises, i'll give you that." wilbur says as he tosses the condom into the open drawer and walks behind the other seated back on his calves.
"it's not surprising, you just never thought to ask, dickhead." alex's neck is turned so he's able to see the slight shock that crosses wilbur's expression when he finally bites back at the man.
"why don't you watch your fucking mouth, brat." he spits as he shoves alex forward, forcing him onto his hands and knees.
alex only smiles as he now looks forward, "make me then."
in response, wilbur manhandles alex's balance out of him so his face hits the mattress and his ass sticks out just right. he wastes no time in positioning himself on the bed and pushing his cock into alex, managing to get nearly half his length into the lubricated hole as alex chokes on a moan. wilbur then takes both of alex's arms to pin them against his back before dragging his himself out to the tip and slamming back into him, forcing in almost his entire length this time around. and after his third time in repeating the action, he's now entirely inside the other.
wilbur isn't sure if alex is a virgin—or to what extent for that matter—but fuck, is he tight. part of him wants to stay put now and see how long it takes for alex to start fucking himself on his cock, but in a moment of both consideration for the other and absolute desperation to finally fulfill his desires, he decides against it and grips at the plush of alex's hips once more.
he decides to set harsh and rigid thrusts as his pace, relishing in the guilty pleasure that is feeling alex's walls clenching around him. alex wishes he'd gotten a better grasp of wilbur's size before he got himself pinned against the mattress since everytime wilbur pushes all the way inside him, it feels like he's only gotten bigger since the last thrust. not that he's complaining, though, he actually quite likes the inconsistent method of pausing before generously entering again, a loud moan being ripped from his throat each time wilbur surprises him with a new push.
but alex can only tolerate the sporadicity for so long. he needs to be fucked. now.
"faster.." he says when he finds the opportunity between wilbur's thrusts.
"and what makes you think you deserve faster?" wilbur argues.
"please, wil, i need to feel you.. feel you fuck me, please just fuck me already." alex begs softly.
"will you be a good little slut and take it then?" wilbur teases.
"yes. i'll be-" a sudden harsh thrust cuts off alex's speech, causing him to moan and lose his murmured tone, replacing it with a rushed babble of begging, "i'll be a good slut! please i'll be so good for you, i promise. just fuck me good, please."
how could wilbur ever deny someone who begs as pretty as alex does?
"this feel good, baby?" wilbur asks after picking up the pace, speaking loudly enough to be heard over alex's stream of moans yet making sure to say it as demeaningly as possible.
alex still doesn't answer, however, so wilbur tries again. this time resorting to a hard smack to alex's ass to better get his attention.
"i said, does this" he strikes his palm down with a crisp slap sound, ripping a deliciously high-pitched moan from the other when he does, "feel good?"
"yes! feels so good, thank you!" alex insists, back instinctively curving at the physical contact, subconsciously searching for more as he drops his head and coarsely adds, "fuck, do that again."
wilbur happily complies with his wishes, smacking his ass again to produce the same wonderfully deafening sound. then doing it again, and again, and again, until alex can say nothing but "fuck" and "thank you!" in between his moans.
alex not only lives for being pounded into so quickly that his mind nearly blanks, dumbed down to only the ability of taking what wilbur is giving him and fucking liking it, but also for the sound of wilbur's skin slapping against his own, the entire room filling with the filthy sounds of their so-called 'love making'. he clearly doesn't have a second thought in restricting any of his noises either, though, loudly moaning out with each thrust and slipping a scream of wilbur's name in there every so often just for the hell of it.
it's absolute music to wilbur's ears. for a second wilbur even considers his neighbors, unable to imagine how the scene sounded to them through what often seems to be paper-thin building walls, but the thought of receiving a bitter noise complaint a few days from now and getting to rejoice in the fact he made alex sound as so only motivates him to thrust harder in the moment.
after a few minutes of pummeling into alex harder than he has to anyone else before, wilbur slows his pace a bit, taking the burning of his thighs as an excuse to truly admire the person in front of him. alex's body moving so perfectly in sync with wilbur's movements, the fat of his ass and hips moving in salacious waves because of it, his hair a mess and his face turned against the sheets just enough for wilbur to see how his drenched mouth hangs open while his eyes shudder with dumbified pleasure.
he allows himself to savor how fucking hot alex looks like this, all doped out like a bitch in heat and loving every second of it, before taking note of how only one of his ass cheeks has a visible reddened handprint on it. he can't let this picture go unfinished, of course, so he gladly smacks the other side as many times as he pleases before picking up his pace after he hears those whines he's grown to love.
"shit, i'm so fucking close." wilbur warns. when alex doesn't respond, too caught up in his own pleasure, wilbur decides to reach over and yank him up by his hair. not wanting to miss his opportunity in hearing alex's attempt at speech in this state, he speaks again with a much more abrasive tone, letting his sex-heavy mind do the mindless talking, "you're my fucking toy, you hear me? i'm gonna fill you to the brim and you're gonna like it, 'kay?"
alex gulps before panting out a "yes, yes, okay."
"say it, slut."
"'m your toy.. 'm just your toy t'be filled.." he's nearly out of it at this point but the fire in his core still tells him he fucking loves this, "gonna take your cum n' like it."
"good slut." wilbur praises, tightening his grip on alex's hair and preparing for his fastest pace yet, "now tell me how much you want my cum."
"fuck, want your cum so bad, wil." alex says as clearly as he can, "wanna be filled with it," the other starts to pick up his pace, "wanna be your pretty cumdump." the pace gains some more speed, "want you to breed me again n' again-" and gets even faster, "fuck- wanna be made t'be fucked by you" and faster, "n' only you." and faster, "jus wanna be your slut forever, wil." until alex is being used rougher than he could've ever imagined.
it isn't very long until a new warmth seeps into alex, wilbur halting at his deepest inside him as his cum begins to pack his insides. alex nearly sees the light by how good it feels to finally be filled with a man's pleasure—wilbur's pleasure. despite feeling sweaty and overwhelmed, he believes no feeling could ever compare to this one.
once enough clarity has passed through wilbur's mind, however, he doesn't waste another moment in finishing this properly.
"c'mon. you're not done yet, bitch." he spits out in between breaths as he summons all the strength he can to hoist the limp man onto his knees as well.
alex groans at the feeling of being moved around with wilbur still inside him, already prepared to be left to collapse now that he had been used to his fullest and filled with cum, but wilbur obviously had other plans as he soon starts to thrust inside him again. wilbur ignores the feeling of overstimulation to his already softening cock and does his best to focus on thrusting quickly while alex's rowdy moans serenade him.
alex is weak and overwhelmed at the man's disposal, too enervated to do anything but take it yet stimulated enough to still drain every last drop of pleasure he can from the fucking, especially when wilbur hooks one arm around both of alex's arms to keep him upright as the other wraps around his cock to start pumping profusely.
all alex can do is let his eyes roll into the back of his head and his mouth drop into a dopey smile at what wilbur is doing to him, his head fallen back against wilbur's shoulder whilst the man subconsciously bites alex's own in concentration as his hand blurs around his cock.
not even a minute passes before alex is cumming onto wilbur's hand with a high-pitched keen. as wilbur watches the short ropes shoot out onto his palm the thought of milking alex until he was crying ugly tears and begging for him to stop passes through his mind, but the exhaustion from the day briskly shuts the idea down for now. wilbur considers treating alex with gentleness before he reminds himself about alex's preferences here, deciding to instead shove the other back against the mattress as his cock leaves him with a rather lewd pop.
wilbur watches in mesmerization at how alex melts into the sheets, eyes closed as his knees softly give out, cum slowly leaking out of him. he certainly looks like a fucked-out mess, but a content one at that, wilbur noticing the small smile that still resides on his face as he lies there. wilbur plans on simply leaving him like this to sleep for the night, happily giving his future self the responsibility of cleaning them both up in the morning, until his attention is drawn to the sticky white liquid on his hand and one last brilliant idea comes upon his mind.
wilbur moves forward enough to grab a fistful of the ravenette's hair with his clean hand and jerk his head back, a weak whimper slipping from alex because of it.
he holds his other hand up to alex's face, "clean up your mess."
with heavily lidded eyes, alex quietly complies, reaching both his hands up to hold wilbur's wrist and lick a wide strip against his palm, much too tired to cringe at the taste of his own pleasure as he licks the man's hand clean. wilbur smirks at the other at first, pleased with his compliance before his smug smile fades in realization at what comes next: alex settling back down with a soft smile and taking wilbur's hand with him, practically cuddling up to the man's forearm. wilbur tries to resist at first, but it's clear whatever strength alex may have left in his body is being used to keep wilbur here with him.
wilbur can't find a single reason in his mind to fight him, so he joins him, lying down with alex and using his free hand to cover the cool blanket over their completely nude bodies.
after idly watching his calm breathing for many minutes, wilbur isn't sure if alex is even awake anymore, but something in his body still compels him to gently speak his next words.
"good boy."
and with that, the corner of alex's mouth tilts up ever-so-slightly.
bastard.