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“So fuckin' cold..” Butcher shuddered, putting his hands between his thighs and leaning over his desk slightly. It was snowing in New York and instead of his coat and usually Hawaiian shirt, he went for one of his black sweaters that Becca had gotten him God knows when. M.M let out a grunt, throwing whatever he had in his hand down onto the floor. The heat in the building was shit and everyone was freezing their asses off.
“We have got to get someone here that knows heating and air.” Annie sighed out, putting her phone down. She had made over thirty calls to different heating and air places. Some picked up and others were closed due to the snow. Knowing this, Butcher wanted to cry. Then and there. His teeth chattered and his body shook, he was certain that his toes were frozen by now. He face was cold and felt like it was going numb. Butcher stood up, his body was following suit with his face, and shook his arms. He let the sleeves of his sweater fall so that it covered up most of his hands. He couldn't handle the cold so he started walking, getting stares.
“'M cold, s..so I'm goin' h..h..home.” He stuttered out, his teeth clattering as he spoke. He had wrapped his arms around himself and kept walking. He left for his apartment, his boots crunching in the snow that covered the sidewalk. He cursed under his breath as he walked, wanting to get home as soon as possible so that he could make cocoa and get under warm covers. Truth be told, Butcher has never really liked the cold, even when he was a kid. He always hated those “Snow Days”. He missed school, as if he liked it anyways, and was stuck at home all day with the two most insufferable people alive. Not only that, but afterwards, he always ended up with a cold.
So stuck in his thoughts, he hadn't realized that he had made it to the apartment complex. Tears of joy pricked at the sides of his eyes. He couldn't wait to get inside.
“Nooo..!” Butcher put his hands in his hair as he cried out. First, the power in the building was out. Apparently a pole nearby had been knocked over by a kid, so some buildings on that street had no power. The roads had to be shut down due to the dangers of the ice on the road. Second, Homelander was here. He was sitting on Butcher's couch with a book in his hand and zero care in the fucking world. “Get. Get out.” Butcher said, pointing to the glass door he knew Homelander used to get in. The blond looked up from his book, a brow raised. Butcher was shaking, his face was red and he couldn't feel certain parts of his body. Homelander closed his book and set it on the table.
“No.” He said simply. Butcher stomped his foot and turned to go to his room. Homelander watched him with a soft and small smile. Whenever Butcher was frustrated and couldn't do anything about the situation, he resulted to being childish, it was cute. Homelander waited for him to come back, once he had the man couldn't help the twitch in his eye. Butcher had that stupid pillow in his hands and a cover draped over him.
“Stupid fucking snow.” He heard the man mutter out as he worked his boots off. Homelander's eyes couldn't help but glare at the purple pillow in his arms. Butcher was attached to the damn thing. He needed to find a way to get it away from him. So, he stood up and made his way over to the man and with a calculated smile, Homelander approached Butcher slowly, his gaze fixed on him with a sense of determination. He leaned in, his voice low and filled with authority.
“Billy, come here,” He commanded, his words leaving no room for refusal. Closing the distance between them, Homelander gently took the soft pillow from Butcher's grasp, setting it aside. He then reached out, wrapping his strong arms around Butcher, pulling him into an intimate and possessive embrace. He held Butcher tightly but not to the point of discomfort, his touch a combination of strength and tenderness. Homelander's dominant nature asserts itself as he takes control over Butcher's body, a reminder that this little sub belongs to him.
He pressed a soft kiss to Butcher's cheek, earning a soft noise from the man. “There's no way I'm letting you fuck me when it's freezing fuckin' cold.” Butcher muttered out as John continued pressing kisses to his face. Butcher put his hands over the man's forearms, letting him kiss his face. “Why'd you throw my pillow..?” He asked softly, his eyes on the purple pillow on the couch. John hummed before licking Butcher's cheek. “Ew!” He freaked out, trying to push the other away from him. “You're so disgusting!” He yelled out as John held him in place. Butcher really was a child sometimes. He picked the other up, causing him to stop moving, and took him to his room. Butcher whined, he was really cold and didn't want to, but John was hard headed and ‘no’ wasn't really in his vocabulary - apparently.
John set him down, spreading Butcher's legs with easy so that he could slot himself right between them. Butcher pulled at the cover that was under him and tried to close his legs. The super smiled at him, a smile Butcher would say was even scary. He leaned down, getting close to Butcher's face, and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of the man's nose. Butcher, who was still trembling from the cold, furrowed his brows and watched the man closely. “Let's see just how far I can push you.” He grinned, watching as Butcher's eyes widened.
“It's too cold for this!” Butcher yelled, trying to kick the other away from him. John laughed at the man under him and his childish antics.
“Then let me warm you up.” He said softly. He squeezed Butcher's thighs, earning a soft whine from him. Butcher used the covers to cover the lower half of his face, his eyes watching as John moved to undo his belt and pull his pants down. Butcher was letting out soft moans and mutters, his eyes on the ceiling while John was busy playing with his lower half. He never let go of the covers in his hands, but he did put them in his mouth and bit down when John's index and middle finger entered him. His eyes rolled back, a loud but muffled moan leaving him as he arched his back in response. John used his hand to gently place Butcher back on to the bed. He smiled at the flushed, whining man under him. He curled his fingers, watching as Butcher's eyes widen. Butcher's toes curled and he came. “So cute.” John whispered, leaning over to press a soft kiss to the man's face.
Billy hummed, flinching slightly when John moved to remove his fingers from the man. More kisses and he soon had Billy completely relaxed. “Let..lemme take this off..” Billy muttered out, trying to pull of his sweater. John hummed, stopping him.
“No,” He smiled. “keep it on.”
Billy sobbed in to John's shoulder, his arms were wrapped around John tightly, his nails digging into the man's skin. John gripped the bed spread tightly, trying his best not to use any of his strength that could hurt Billy in a way he didn't like. John had learned to understand Butcher and how his body worked. He had to learn what he liked and didn't like, learn what made him scream in a way that was enjoyable for the both of them and what had him begging when needed. It was nice and John enjoyed himself during that time. Now he had Butcher sobbing and clutching onto him like he would disappear at any moment.
One particular thrust had Billy throwing his head back, tears filled his eyes and drool slipped down his chin. Billy saw stars and John did little to stop his own movements. Billy whined out. Wrapping his legs around John's waist, he scratched at the man's back, feeling his abdomen tightening. John pressed rough kisses to Billy's face, thrusting hard but not hard enough to break anything. Billy let out loud screams, tears rushing down his face as he tried to talk. To beg for the other to slow down, but nothing came out. Just loud moans and screams, the stars ever visible behind his eyes.
John was praising Billy during and after. They were soft and whispered, but they were there and it made Billy feel like putty. At least John kept his word ; Billy was warm.
They had both taken a bath after, going back to Billy's bed once the man was dressed. John put his face in Billy's hair, it smelled like aftershave. Billy was laying on him, snoring softly with his arms wrapped around John tightly. ‘I am so much better than some stupid pillow.’ He thought to himself, a large smile on his face as he hugged Billy back. He grabbed the covers and pulled it over them, wanting to keep Billy as warm as possible. He pressed a kiss to the sleeping man's head before closing his own eyes and falling asleep.
Butcher was mean when they woke up.
John learned the hard way that he may be Butcher's favorite, but that damn pillow was first and he was banned from any forms of sex until Butcher said so.