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After getting Ryan down for the night, something John wasn't expecting to be so damn difficult, and letting Ashely know that he was leaving for a few hours, John quickly changed into comfortable clothes and left for Butcher's shitty apartment. He needed to talk. Usually whenever John needed to speak with Butcher he would just show up and they would talk for fuck knows how long and then he would leave. That is exactly what was going to happen again. Now that John thought about it, maybe Butcher really was his therapist.
His feet softly landed on the balcony of the apartment. He opened the glass door and walked into the apartment, closing the door behind him. The lights in the apartment were off, which was odd to say the least but he shrugged it off. As he walked further into the apartment, he noted Butcher's boots just thrown on the floor near the couch. But that wasn't what made his eyes widen. What did it was Butcher on his couch with no pants or shirt on and holding a pillow close to his chest. His eyes were closed and breathing was soft. Butcher was in a sitting position with his legs up to him, the pillow keeping his legs from touching his chest.
John blinked, trying to process what was happening. When he finally came out of his own little daze, he made his way over to Butcher. He crouched down in front of the man, tilting his head slightly so that he could see the man's face. Butcher's cheeks, ears and nose had been flushed a light red, the freckles on his cheeks - that John wasn't aware of - were visible and made him look softer. ‘Why did he get rid of his goatee..?’ John thought bitterly. He put his hand in Butcher's unkept hair, watching as the other's eyes opened slowly, a dazed look on his red face. John watched as Butcher lifted his head up, blinking to wake himself up.
“What're you doin' 'ere..?” He asked, his words slurring as he spoke. John, who was only there to talk, couldn't help but grab the sides of the man's face in a gentle manner. John moved himself closer to Butcher, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Butcher let out a soft and content hum, relaxing in the man's hands. Butcher's face was warm, very very warm. John frowned, watching Butcher's face. He looked so damn soft and it had John's heart picking up pace. John moved Butcher's face so that he could give him a proper kiss. Once he had, Butcher wrapped his arms around him and pulled him down onto the couch. John moved the pillow out of Butcher's lap, wrapping an arm around Butcher's waist and lifting up the man.
John maneuvered the two of them so that he was sitting on the couch and Butcher was straddling his lap. Soft kissing turned into a messy make out session that had both of them breathless and red. Butcher moved back from John, breathing heavily. “Gotta get this off..” He spoke, referring to his underwear. John took his index fingers and hooked them under the band of the underwear. He then, with a wide smile, ripped the black underwear off of him. Butcher let out a soft whine, annoyed with the other now. That annoyance was quickly discarded when John pulled Billy back to him for another rough kiss. Butcher moaned into the kiss and helped John undress. The shirt was first and they had to struggle to get his blue jeans and underwear off, but they managed. “Oh..!” Butcher gasped out, his hands moving to grip John's shoulders.
He let out soft moans, the feeling of John opening him up in his current state. His mind was hazy and he could feel everything. From John's fingers opening him up to his warm breath fanning over his ear as he whispered softly to the man. Billy had his legs on either side of John, keeping them open for the super to do as he pleased. Billy's nails dug into John's skin as he arched his back, his eyes rolling and a loud yelp leaving him. John grinned against Billy's cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I found it.” He whispered softly before roughly shoving his index and middle into the man and directly onto his prostate, earning another loud yelp from Billy that quickly turned into a moan. He removed his fingers and sat up, looking down at the flushed and dazed man. John let out a soft sigh and lifted Billy's legs up, putting one over his shoulder.
Billy gripped onto John, sobbing out moans as the super roughly fucked him. John was pressing soft kisses to Billy's face, gripping his thighs tight enough to know that it would leave bruises in the morning. He bit down on Billy's chest, loving the sounds that left the older man's mouth. He loved the way Billy's body trembled and shuddered and loved the sob he let out when he came. John continued to fuck into the other, letting out low grunts and breathy moans. Billy was a babbling mess, words incoherent. Tears rolled down his face the more John moved and bit down on his chest. Billy put his hands in John's blond hair, letting out soft noises that drove John up the wall.
John's tongue moved over Billy's hard, red and bitten nipple before he bit back down, giving Billy a harsh thrust. Billy, who had cum once already, came again with another shout, his hands pulling at the once kept blond hair. “John..!” He gasped out, his eyes rolling back. John let out a hum, moving to kiss Billy softly as he rolled his hips slowly, having already cum inside of the fucked out man. John moved to grab a towel to clean both himself and Billy up. Once Billy was clean, John put one of his t-shirts on him and pressed another set of soft kisses to Billy's face.
He whispered soft praise to the man, speaking on how beautiful Billy was and how perfect he was. Billy, who was coming out of his daze, let out a stifled laugh, pushing at the super. “Alright, shuddup.” He laughed out as John leaned more into him until Billy was completely laid back on the couch. He had a lazy smile on his face and John wore a shit eating grin. “What're you smilin' for?” He asked, his lazy smile ever present as he spoke. John hummed and laid his head down on Billy's chest, his cheek flushed with the man's pec.
“You're so damn perfect.” John praised him. Billy's face burned red. He hit the super on the head.
“Shuddup. I'm far from perfect.” He rolled his eyes. “'M a whole ass mess and I can't take a no for an answer. Literally my old man, minus the kids and wife.” He laughed out, it was a dry and bitter laugh and he wasn't smiling. John frowned. He moved and placed a soft kiss to Billy's lips.
“Fine,” John whispered, pressing those amazing butterfly kisses to Billy's face. “you're. my. mess.” He punctuated as he kissed the man's face. Billy let out a soft laugh, grabbing John's face and giving him the same butterfly kisses. The two did this for a while, whispering soft praises to one another and giving each other soft kisses in response to the praise.