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It hadn't been long, a few minutes since they started. The rough way Nathan was with him was perfect. Fingers grabbing, tightening in the way he knew would leave bruises. A reminder to him that this wasn't something his mind came up with, that this was real and not his imagination. Nothing his mind could ever compete with what the other was doing to him.
Biting hard on his lower lip, tasting iron on his tongue as he muffled the sounds Nathan wrought from him. The slide of hair against his back as Nathan rested against his back, feeling the trembling against his skin. Teeth scraping and finding purchase along his shoulder. Scars from bites, canines that dug further, nesting into his muscles. Pushing back, wanting more.
Releasing his bottom lip, resting his head against the floor. Knees scraping against the rug as he struggled to keep from falling forward.
“Wh-” a huff as he tried to catch his breath. “Why’d you schtop?”
He wanted to look up, turn his head to eye Nathan. Cheeks that would be flushed, the huff of breaths that would part thin lips that he wanted to kiss. Nathan’s answer didn't come, only the bite into his shoulder was released. The empty feeling when the vocalist pulled back and out of him.
William couldn't stop the whine-like sound, not liking the feeling that Nathan left. Emptiness that filled him, thoughts racing through his mind. What did he do wrong? Attempting to hold himself still, bracing himself for cruel words that would inevitably come. Heart twisting, he couldn't bring himself to beg.
Instead of words that would have ripped him apart, he felt Nathan’s hands pull him up and turn him around. Catching the brief hesitant look on the vocalist’s face, hands that had gripped him tightly were now holding him tenderly. Letting his gaze move downward to Nathan’s dick, still hard and twitching. Lips that opened to speak, no words escaping. Snorting in amusement, the frown that crossed Nathan’s face, William pushed the vocalist back. Normally Nathan wouldn't let him be on top, but goddamn did he want to ride Nathan. And he was gonna get what he wanted.
He ignored the voice in the back of his mind at the tender way Nathan was touching him. Uncomfortable with the way it made his pulse race and feelings he didn't want to acknowledge (a lie, he wanted them so much). Instead, reaching behind himself to align and sink down on Nathan's dick. Chewing at his bleeding lip, staring down to see green eyes focused on his dick disappearing. Tossing his head back, William groaned as he took Nathan deeper. Shit, he needed to do this more often as he started to rise and fall along the hard flesh that hit his prostate.
Ignoring the way large hands run up his thighs, fingers splayed as though they were mapping and memorizing. Freezing for a second, clenching his eyes and biting on his tongue as his mind screamed at him for believing that someone could find him attractive. How could anyone when-
“Holy shit,” a groan, large hands tightening on his hips, a spark of pain that had him snapping his eyes open to stare down at the vocalist. Color that dusted across Nathan’s face deepened, “never thought you’d ride me. C’mon, Murderface,” teeth bared in a snarl as hands forced him to move.
William fought with himself taking a second, finding himself rising and falling; meeting Nathan’s thrusts with each downward movement. The way Nathan stared at him, messages that green eyes conveyed that words did not. Words that neither of them would ever say, only being conveyed with tender touches to his body. Chewing at the inside of his cheek, he couldn't be like Nathan and instead, leaned down to take thin lips in a rough kiss.
William ignored the way those tender hands made him feel, even if his blood thrummed with excitement.