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Eddie woke to a warm wetness encasing his cock, the urge to thrust into it overwhelming. He moaned, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he clawed his way back to reality.
“Best way to wake up ever,” Eddie said, spreading his legs wider and tilting his hips.
The skin of his ass and thighs was still sore, but he was getting an expert blowjob by Billy Fucking Hargrove, and there was no way in hell Eddie was going to stop for anything less than the apocalypse.
The late afternoon sun and soft breeze outside combined in that familiar way, shadows from the leaves on the tree just outside their room dancing across the walls.
They still hadn’t showered or changed, but it didn’t matter. He had all he needed with Billy back and the rest of his family safe and accounted for.
Billy sucked him all the way down before backing off and sitting back on his knees, looking gorgeous as always even though his hair was limp without product in it and the exhaustion from the last five months hadn’t disappeared yet.
“Fuck me,” Billy said, flopping down on the bed next to him and poking at Eddie’s right arm.
Eddie huffed. “Why do I have to do all the work? I saved the world!”
Billy smirked at him. “Because I wanna get fucked by the guy who saved the world.”
Eddie let out a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes as he pulled himself up, ignoring the aches and pains in favor of crawling between Billy’s legs and stroking Billy’s cock to hardness with a dry hand.
“Here,” Billy said, grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside nightstand and handing it to him.
Eddie took his time lubing Billy up, chuckling when Billy wriggled in the bed. “Almost done,” he said, sliding his lubed index finger around the outside of Billy’s asshole just because he could.
“This isn’t my first time, Munson,” Billy grumbled.
Eddie leaned forward a bit and glared at him. “I know, but since the last time, it seems someone has forgotten that he’s mine.”
Billy shook his head. “I didn’t forget.”
“Maybe it’s because all your marks are gone,” Eddie said, ignoring the comment before he leaned on Billy’s chest and sucked on the spot between his right collarbone and his jawline.
Billy moaned happily, running his hands over Eddie’s sides. “Yeah, it’s been way too long since I’ve had visible signs of being yours.”
Eddie sucked harder, a warmth spreading under his skin. He bit down enough to leave some teeth marks before moving to the left side of Billy’s neck. Billy’s earring would be dangling near the mark like it was a decoration on top of a claim mark, Eddie grinding his hips down against Billy at the thought of everybody seeing marks on his boyfriend.
Satisfied by the results, he nipped his way over the scruff on Billy’s chin, reaching out and grabbing his switchblade from the nightstand. He didn’t know how it got there, but he wasn’t complaining when it meant he could flick it open and feel Billy shivering with excitement below him.
Billy surged up and flipped them over, Eddie barely moving the knife in time to save Billy’s neck. As he sucked in a breath to tell Billy he was an idiot for almost slitting his own throat, Billy bit down on Eddie’s chest below his left collarbone, sucking his own marks into Eddie’s skin.
Eddie chuckled. “Want everybody to know I’m yours?”
Billy lifted his head, his lips wet with spit. “No. They already know. This is for me.”
The smile faded from Eddie’s lips quickly, the seriousness of the situation hitting him in the best way and making his chest swell with pride. As hedonistic as most people assumed Billy was, they were wrong. He rarely took things for himself. Rarely asked, and almost never demanded. If Billy wanted to suck marks on every inch of Eddie’s skin, he could have it and so much more.
Billy kissed his way up to the juncture of neck and shoulder under Eddie’s left ear and latched on, sucking and writhing on Eddie, their cocks hard between them. Finally he sat back to admire his work, running his fingers over the darkened skin.
“Beautiful,” he whispered reverently.
The warmth beneath Eddie’s skin became a pleasant burning that threatened to overtake him if he didn’t do something about it, and instead of fighting it, he let it take run. He sat up, throwing Billy back over onto his back and climbing between his legs once more.
Billy was smiling. It was that soft and lazy smile that only Eddie got to see. It was Eddie’s.
“Mine,” Eddie said just in case Billy hadn’t heard it enough.
Eddie held the knife up, the metal warm in his hand. He didn’t bother talking himself out of it as he let desire guide his hand to Billy’s chest. Eddie placed his left hand flat on the middle of Billy’s chest and with his right he ran the blade over Billy’s skin from just above his left clavicle to his nipple.
“Oh, fuck, Eddie!” Billy cried out, doing his best to stay still when it was obvious he wanted to arch into the pain.
The cut wasn’t deep, but a small line of blood formed, and Eddie smiled, leaning down and blowing over the injured skin.
Billy gasped. “Oh! Shit, Eds,” he breathed, eyelids fluttering closed as the sensation washed over him.
Eddie waited until Billy was looking up at him again before drawing a similar line of blood less than two inches away from the first one, his cock twitching against Billy’s stomach and his balls aching with want.
Billy reached down, grabbing onto Eddie’s thighs with both hands. He wasn’t pushing him away, but rather pulling him closer. Like he wanted Eddie to crawl inside him or devour him or make him fucking explode and wasn’t sure which he wanted more.
“Open your eyes,” Eddie said, waiting to see those pretty blue eyes before he held the knife over Billy’s right clavicle. “Mine.”
Billy shivered again, licking his lips and visibly trying to keep his eyes open instead of losing himself in the sensations. “Y-yes! Yeah! Yours. I’m yours, fuck, Eddie, I’m yours.”
Eddie lifted the knife away from Billy’s skin, the elegance of Billy’s blood coating the blade of the knife and dripping from the tip mesmerizing and irresistible.
He lifted the knife to his lips and used the flat of his tongue to lick the blood away from the side of the blade, the metal making a soft clink as it made contact with his tongue ring, the sound of metal scraping against metal making his cock twitch. His fingers left bruises in the skin of Billy’s stomach as Billy shuddered and whimpered.
Eddie looked down at him, surprised by the arousal and shock warring with each other on Billy’s face. Eyes half-lidded and his mouth partially open, tongue slipping over his lower lip as he watched Eddie licking the blood from the knife like he couldn’t figure out whether to get off on it or call a therapist from the CON to evaluate Eddie ASAP.
“Mine,” Eddie said again, folding the knife and tossing it onto the nightstand.
“Fuck, yes, I’m yours,” Billy said, grabbing at Eddie’s face and pulling him down to lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue, moaning and wrapping his arms around Eddie.
Eddie shifted on the bed, reaching between them and guiding his cock to Billy’s hole as Billy nipped at his mouth and chin, desperate little noises coming from him as he spread his legs.
Eddie pushed his way into Billy without giving him a chance to adjust, chuckling as Billy cried out against his jaw, Billy’s nails digging into his shoulders and pulling him deeper with the heels of his feet tucked against Eddie’s asscheeks.
Eddie set up a brutal pace, hands rough as he wrapped his arms around Billy’s legs and bent him in half, closing his eyes as Billy tucked his face against the side of Eddie’s head and panted in his ear, fingernails digging and scraping at Eddie’s back.
It had been too long, and neither of them were going to last. Billy came first without anything other than Eddie’s dick in his ass, pounding away. Eddie whimpered, trying to hold out as Billy’s asshole clenched around him, but he couldn’t do it.
Billy pulled him over the edge, and Eddie let himself fall, rutting into him as they wrapped their arms around each other and curled up together, holding each other so tightly it hurt as they panted.
Eddie sighed happily as they spread out on the bed, still wrapped in each other’s arms and content.
“I’ll last longer for round two,” Billy said, but it wasn’t embarrassment that had him promising better stamina. “I’ll want round two as soon as possible. And round three pretty quick after that.”
Eddie chuckled. “You can have as many rounds as you want. My dick is gonna be in your ass more often than not for the next few days.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that, Munson,” Billy murmured, eyes already closed and his breathing evening out.
A knock at the door had them both groaning.
“Pops said food’s gonna be ready in twenty minutes,” Erica yelled through the door. “I’m telling you now so you can shower before you come down. I don’t wanna smell you two while I’m eating.”
Billy chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”
The door opened and she leaned in, eyes very pointedly on their faces instead of their naked and messy bodies. “My boyfriend is here for dinner,” she said, lowering her voice. She gave them a death glare. “Gary worked almost around the clock with me to help us rescue you, so be nice to him, and don’t freak him out.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped. “Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?”
“Gary?” Billy blurted, sitting up as though he was ready to march down there and interrogate the guy immediately.
“Yes, my boyfriend,” Erica said. “He knows I’m not DTF, and he’s fine with it, so you can just chill.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I-”
“Gary who?” Billy asked, sliding to the edge of the bed and grabbing their clothes off the floor. “Who is this guy? Do we know him?”
Erica sighed. “Gary Frankle. He’s already been vetted by the best, and he’s an Auditor at the California headquarters, so back off and act like cool brothers instead of rabid dads. I already have two of those.”
Before they could argue about it, she slammed the door shut, leaving them scrambling to get some clean clothes. She ordered them to shower, and neither one of them was willing to go against those orders.
“Why does that name sound familiar?” Billy asked as he opened the bedroom door and held it for Eddie.
Eddie hummed as he walked out of their room and down the hallway. “I’m not sure.”
“An Auditor in California,” Billy mused, following closely behind. “His name just sounds so familiar.”
Eddie closed the bathroom door behind Billy and pulled his boyfriend close, turning on the water and wrapping his arms around Billy against. “We’ll figure it out later. Right now I think I should clean up the mess I made before we get dirty all over again.”
Billy chuckled, letting Eddie push him against the wall and lick at the lines of dried blood on his chest. “Ready for round two?”
“Fuck yeah,” Eddie growled, grinding his hips forward and rubbing their erections together. “Dinner can wait. I’ve got everything I need right here,” he said before biting down on Billy’s chest hard enough to draw more blood.