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There’s something strictly different about being with William. He’s had his reputation, the one everyone knows; cold, serious, the one who does things to a T and is never late. He’s not someone many would think of outside the office. His eyes are cold and his stare piercing yet commanding. He was someone Ronald once thought he’d never be caught dead with until one day. He’d had probably one of the worst days he’s ever had, nothing had gone right and for the first time in a very long time, he had felt alone. The world was a cruel place and it was reminding him of how cold and cruel it was. He was a Grim Reaper and that’s all he was going to be. His humanity meant nothing; his emotions, his experiences and memories, meant nothing in the realm of the dead. Then, a light broke through that darkness. It was William because William knew that feeling better than anyone and he had seen Ronald at his absolute lowest but instead of acting as his superior, telling him to pick himself up and get back to work, he offered his hand.

There’s something strictly different about being with William. For all the bravado Ronald had, he rarely let himself be vulnerable. He kept up appearances, he put on his smile and surrounded himself with people he would only call fake friends, but with William? He’d cried for the first time in the man’s presence and instead of reminding him of reaper law, the older man had embraced him, held him, comforted him and promised him that crying did not mean he was weak. Even the strictest of reapers were once human.

There’s something strictly different about being with William. Sex had always been about fun for him. He could care less about all the small details, only there for a good time and his partners were always after the same thing. It was a carnal desire that he fulfilled whenever he had the opportunity. The idea of making love sounded absurd to him because truly, what did that even mean? Love? Here? And then William took him to bed. He was nervous, anxious for once in his life when it came to the bedroom but as cold and strict as William was at work, in the bedroom, he was a slow, tentative lover that made sure Ronald’s pleasure came before his own. Every little touch and kiss said a thousand words and for once, Ronald didn’t hold himself back. There was no pretending here, no trying to remain suave and nonchalant about the whole thing. He allowed William to have all of him and WIlliam gave him the exact same thing back in return.

His own soft moans echo in his ears, his legs tight around William’s waist and his arms wrapped even tighter around William’s back. It’s slow tonight, William holding himself sturdy above Ronald as he controls his own breathing. His eyes are closed and their sweaty bodies glisten ever slightly in the dim candlelight. Each thrust is slow and purposeful, Ronald clutching even tighter to William’s back as each thrust strikes him just right inside. “W-Will.” he whimpers, trying to pull him down for a kiss he’s been so cruelly denied tonight.

William barely opens his eyes, peering down at Ronald under a hooded gaze and everything stops. Ronald whines, trying to get the older man to continue, on the edge himself. Instead, William sits back, removing Ronald’s arms from around his neck only to thread their fingers together and press their intertwined hands over Ronald’s head before quickly picking up the pace again. Ronald cries out, clutching tightly to William’s hands and then, William gives him the kiss he’s wanted. It’s hardly dignified with tongues gliding against one another and teeth clashing but it’s exactly what Ronald needed. The speed of William’s thrusts increases and Ronald needs to break the kiss to scream William’s name when the end finally comes. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through his veins and he sees white for what feels like forever until he finally comes down from his high. William is smiling down at him, sitting back once again and pulling Ronald with him with their fingers still locked together. “Well? Did I please you tonight?” he asks in a rough, hoarse voice so unlike William but in the same vein, so incredibly sexy of him.

“Y-Yeah.” Ronald swallows, still trying to get his breath back. “Think you can tell.”

William only continues to smile, bringing Ronald’s hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. “Then I hope you know I have no intent on letting you go.”

Ronald looks at their hands and it’s those words alone combined with the kiss that makes him blush like mad. “I hope you know I wasn’t planning on goin’ anywhere.” he frees one hand only to wrap his arm around William’s neck again, pulling him in for another kiss, this one far sweeter. “You got me, Will, for however long this life is.”

William squeezes his hand. “And I would have it no other way.” Even as they clean up and lay down to finally rest for the night, Ronald worms his fingers between William’s own again, clutching his hand tightly and bringing it toward his chest, holding their intertwined hands over his heart. There’s no words that need to be said at that moment, both of them know what Ronald was trying to say. William fully embraces Ronald and Ronald snuggles as close as he can get, not once letting William’s hand go.

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“Honestly. This is ridiculous Ronald.”

“Aw c’mon Will! You said you’d go along with whatever I had planned tonight!”

“Had I known you’d want to try this, I wouldn’t have said such a thing.”

Ronald stands at the foot of their bed, hands stern on his hips as William looks at the academy grade spectacles he has pinched between his fingers. Ronald asked him to wear them as part of what he wanted to act out tonight and while William’s become slightly more adventurous in the time he and Ronald have been together, the idea of allowing Ronald this fantasy of being the superior sounded ridiculous. “Must I really wear these? Where did you even get them?”

“Grell. She may have helped me figure out this whole thing.”

The way William’s entire face pales as mortification crosses his expression is, admitally, a little funny. “Stucliffe knows ?”

“Yeah, ‘course she does.”

“Oh honestly.” he sighs, closing his eyes. “Spectacles are not to be played with.”

“Will, please ? Just t’night?”

William makes the mistake of looking at Ronald. He’s suddenly struck with the puppy eyes and his heart thumps. Fine . With great reluctance, he removes his own spectacles and folds in the arms, placing them safely on the bedside table before sliding on the academy frames. Either his sight had gotten worse or he never realised how poor academy spectacles were compared to the ones Pops makes, but his vision blurs more than he would have liked. “Alright. Happy?”

Ronald smiles at him and he can’t tell if it’s innocent or smug. “Very.” He walks around to the bedside table and actually picks up William’s spectacles. He would say something but despite Ronald’s request, the blonde does understand how important William’s glasses are and not just because they’re reaper spectacles. So when Ronald slides off his own to put on William’s, he holds his tongue. “Woah.” Ronald says out of surprise. “I don’t think I’ve seen things so clear .”

“Yes, well, you know how terrible my eyes are.”

“Yeah but didn’t think they were this bad. Damn Will. You’re blind as a bat.”

William feels his eyebrow twitch, “Knox, if you’re going to insult me, then remove my spectacles and–”

He snaps his mouth shut when Ronald is suddenly holding his own scythe up to his face much like William does to his reapers. “You don’t make commands to me, Spears.”

William involuntary swallows. It’s begun it seems. “I-I apologise Mr. Knox.”

“Mr. Knox what?”

William clenches his jaw. “Mr. Knox, sir .”

“Good.” Ronald lowers his scythe and holds it at his side, the younger reaper trying to channel the same cold stare William has mastered. “Now, do you know why I called you into my office, Spears?”

William wants to point out that this is a bedroom and not an office but he did promise Ronald he would play along. “No sir. Have I done something wrong?”

“Your paperwork has been late for a third day in a row and your reaps are rushed. I’m not sure what you think the standards are here but we have rules and deadlines for a reason.” Using his own violations against me, I see William thinks, trying very hard not to roll his eyes. “I can’t let you get away with that otherwise I’ll have everyone thinking I’ve gone soft and they’re able to turn in their paperwork whenever. Rules are rules for a reason.”

William lowers his head, trying to act like he’s being properly scolded. “I apologise sir. It won’t happen again.”

William feels a hand in his hair, Ronald’s fingers gentle as they stroke through his black locks. “If you think I’m going to let you get away with a simple apology, then you’re mistaken.” suddenly those fingers tighten in his hair and his head’s yanked back, forcing him to meet Ronald’s eyes. “I’m going to have to punish you Spears, to be sure you really don’t forget about those deadlines.”

William winces when those fingers tighten just a little more before Ronald shoves his head to the side. Seems Ronald was taking notes from his own book when Ronald requested he be a little rough. “Yes sir.” he takes a deep breath, “how will you punish me?”

“Strip.”

William blinks. “Pardon?”

“You heard me. Do not make me repeat myself.”

While William would prefer to undress without eyes solely on him, he has to remind himself that he agreed to play along and in this scenario, he is not the boss. He’s Ronald’s underling and the blonde holds all the power. “Of course, sir.” he says, standing from the bed.

When he hesitates, Ronald brings his own scythe back into the frey, tapping it against William’s shoulder. “Spears.”

William steals himself and slowly does as Ronald’s ordered him. He shrugs off his suit jacket, tossing it to the armchair he has in the corner of the room before popping open each button of his dress shirt. Every inch of skin he bears to Ronald’s eyes, he finds himself becoming warmer, watching Ronald’s gaze following his hands until the last button is undone.

Once he finally stands naked in front of Ronald, he fights every urge in his body to cover up. Ronald’s eyes feel scrutinising as he walks around William, as if he’s looking for his flaws to point out and even worse, he hates that he’s getting aroused from this. “Very handsome Spears.” Ronald finally says, gliding his hand over the expanse of William’s chest. “Now on the bed with you. On your knees.”

William swallows a new batch of nerves, doing as Ronald once again ordered, kneeling in the centre of the bed, his own fingers gripping the flesh of his thighs as he waits for Ronald’s next orders. This should not be as arousing as it was. He should have been appalled at the idea of giving up his power but that’s not at all what he’s feeling. “What else would you have me do Mr. Knox?” he asks in the most nervous tone he can manage. It sounds ridiculous to himself but the look on Ronald’s face tells him he’s somewhat playing the part well.

“I want you to play with yourself. Show me just how sorry you are for causing me so much overtime.” Ronald orders.

Again, William stutters. Really? That’s what Ronald wants? “Play…with myself?”

His scythe is once more pointed at his face and his breath halts, fearing it might actually nick him because unlike himself, Ronald is not proficient in a long ranged scythe. Even Ronald sees how close he’d gotten by accident and he breaks character for a split second to offer William an apologetic glance before his face returns to the stoic mimic of his own. “Are you disobeying your superiors orders?”

“N-No sir. I’ve just…never done that before.”

“Are you a virgin then Spears?”

William feels his cheeks heat incredibly. No, obviously but the question catches him off guard. “No, sir. I’m not.”

“Then this shouldn’t be a problem for you. Go on. Show me.” William grips tighter to his own thighs before looking down at himself, ashamed at his half erect cock. He inwardly counts backward from three before wrapping his own hand around himself, slowly beginning to stroke. He can’t say he’s an expert in self pleasure but he recalls the things Ronald does to him and he tries to mimic them. The entire time he’s at it, Ronald’s watching, his eyes completely locked on what he’s doing to himself and it takes only one glance downward to see just how hard Ronald is inside his trousers. He begins to wonder just how tonight will go. “Use your other hand. Show me what you do when I’m not around.”

That’s hard to do because he doesn’t do anything when Ronald’s not around. So, with such a command, he again tries to do what he’s done to Ronald on himself, slowly gliding his palm up the expanse of his own toned stomach toward his chest, flushing harder if possible once he pinches his own nipple. Electricity shoots down to his cock and he barely bites back a groan. “S-Sir.” he moans out, trying to keep in character, “is t-this what you w-wanted?”

Ronald doesn’t reply, instead he licks his lower lips, his own hand unbuckling his belt and then his trousers. “More.”

William pinches himself harder. “More?”

“Faster. Harder.”

Bloody hell , he thinks, speeding up the stroking of his hand and pinching his nipple hard enough that the pleasure mixes with pain. He drags his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum around it, using it to slick up the shaft, his hips thrusting into his own hand; his vision is growing blurry, his mind growing blank. He can feel it. He’s on the very cusp of an orgasm, his hand and fingers going harder, faster, desperate to reach that edge–“Stop.”

William hates how his body feels as if it's programmed to obey orders because he does. In the second the command is uttered, he rips his own hands off himself. His body trembles and he collapses forward on his hands, his cock twitching between his legs as he denies himself the orgasm that had been so close . “Ronald.” he breathes out, forgetting for a moment what they were meant to be.

He jolts back to his knees when Ronald actually slaps him. It’s not hard enough to hurt but it stings and surprises him but like before, there’s a moment where Ronald breaks his character to see if William was alright with the action and William gives him a short nod telling him that yes, he was alright. With that, Ronald returns to who he’s meant to play. “It’s sir or Mr. Knox, do you understand?”

William slowly nods. “Yes sir. I’m sorry sir.”

“Good.” He finally approaches William and cups the older man’s neck, yanking him into a kiss. William subconsciously moans, allowing Ronald to take the dominant role, the blonde forcing his tongue into William’s mouth, their tongues gliding together. He wants to pull Ronald in for a deeper kiss if possible, but Ronald pulls away just as quickly as the kiss began. “We’re not done yet Spears.” William, for a split second, is mesmerised by how Ronald looks wearing his glasses now that he can see with Ronald being as close as he is. Without the blonde’s usual large, round, boyish frames, he actually looks more mature. “Back on your knees.”

William obeys, pushing himself to once again sit as straight backed as he can despite the lack of stability he feels. “Sir?”

Ronald now stands next to him, his cock out and standing proudly at attention. William can hazard a guess what Ronald wants from him but he sits there like a good boy and waits for the orders from his ‘superior’. “I’ve heard you’re good at talking your way out of any situation you get yourself in, so why don’t you put that mouth to other uses.”

William spares a glance at Ronald’s face before slipping from the bed to get on his knees on the floor. He can’t say he’s used to this view, looking up at Ronald from his knees but he supposes tonight is a night for trying new things. “Of course Mr. Knox. I’ll do my utmost to atone for my mistakes." He takes hold of Ronald’s cock, stroking it a few times as he decides how to go about this before just throwing caution to the wind and slipping his lips around the head of Ronald’s cock. He hears the shuddering sigh Ronald lets out the more and more of Ronald he takes in until he feels he’s incapable of taking in more. Like before, he does his best to mimic what Ronald’s done to him, slowly letting Ronald’s cock slide over his lips until he’s sucking on just the tip before swallowing him back down again. He starts a consistent bobbing, using his hands to steady Ronald’s hips. It’s hard to breathe and he’s not used to barely having room to swallow but the moans he’s starting to pull from the younger reaper is gratifying. 

“Fuck yeah.” Ronald groans. “Yeah, that’s it. Bein’ a good subordinate and sucking your boss’s cock. Bet you’ll do this whenever you get in trouble hey? Get on your knees for me so I’ll go easy on your punishment.” his fingers find their way back in William’s hair, grabbing tightly to the black strands. “Look at you. Eager bastard, aren’t ya? Can see that cock of yours as hard as rock. You’re enjoying it just as much as me.”

William didn’t think he’d ever have a thing for talk like this but the way Ronald’s voice has lowered an octave and the fact it feels like Ronald does have some sort of power over him is awakening something he didn’t think would ever affect him. “Sir,” William breathes a moan against Ronald’s cock, placing kisses over the length of it. “Am I forgiven yet?”

“No.” his grip in William’s hair tightens again, “you’re not forgiven until I say you are. In fact, for asking such a stupid question, I want you to fuck yourself while you suck me off.”

Again, William has to pause at the demand. “Pardon sir?”

“Use those fingers of yours. Get yourself ready for my cock.” Oh. Oh . William swallows. So this is how Ronald intended the night to go. He shouldn’t be surprised, it’s not the first time Ronald’s taken the dominant role but it’s the first time Ronald’s demanded it rather than asked for it. He supposes that’s the point; it’s roleplaying. Why would the boss ask permission from his subordinate? “Oi. Don’t ignore me Spears. You either finger fuck yourself or I’ll just fuck you right now.”

Now William knows Ronald would never take it that far but as a threat from his boss? Well, William wouldn’t take the risk. “Yes sir. Of course sir. I’m sorry Mr. Knox.” he leans away from Ronald’s erection long enough to wet his fingers, anticipation running through his blood before rising more onto his knees and lowering his hand. He uses his other hand to hold Ronald’s cock still as he slips his lips back around it while simultaneously inserting the first finger into himself. It’s not a foreign feeling but it’s still one he’s not quite used to. For a moment, he simply focuses on pleasing Ronald, removing the cock from his mouth and licking at the tip, then holding it up to lick a strip down the underside of the length.

He inserts a second finger after a moment, once again taking pause to get used to such a feeling. His fingers, unlike Ronald’s, are slender making it a little easier to adjust to the tight space but Ronald’s cock is anything but slender. While he may be on the shorter side compared to William, he makes up for it in thickness. He’s heard from the gossip he never intended to listen to that Slingby is the best of both worlds and if that were true, he wonders how Humphries is able to walk properly, if at all, after a nightly romp.

He’s slapped again, startling him from his running mind, staring wide eyed up at Ronald who glares down at him. “You’re not thinking about anything else, are you Spears? Not when you’re on your knees for me.”

William swallows. “No, of course not sir. I…I was just–”

“You were. You bastard, you were thinking about something else. Or was it someone else huh?” he shakes his head, making a tsking sound. “Now you’ve done it, Spears. I was trying to be kind and let you off easy but now you’ve gone and forced my hand.” he shoves William backwards and grabs both his wrists, yanking them over William’s head and pinning them to the ground. “How am I going to get through to such a naughty subordinate when he’s not even paying attention?”

Fear mixed with excitement jolts through William’s body being pinned underneath a still fully dressed Ronald, his own spectacles still on the younger reaper’s nose while the academy frames have jostled crooked on his own. “I-I’m sorry sir. I’ll do better, I’ll–”

“It’s too late for that. I need to teach you a lesson the hard way.” William’s heart stops when he feels the head of Ronald’s erection at his entrance split seconds before Ronald thrusts completely inside. He bites his tongue, his eyes squeeze shut and his fingers desperately grasp at Ronald’s hand still pinning his to the floor. He can’t say he’s experienced a sensation quite like that before. It hurt, of course it did but there was an underlying pleasure and an almost satisfaction to being so full so quickly. His chest rises and falls in quick succession as his breathing rapidly increases, his knees squeezing Ronald’s hips and he’s thankful the younger reaper is giving him time to adjust.

When William does open his eyes, they’re watering and Ronald’s staring down at him with an underlying concern on his face underneath the role he’s meant to play. “S-Sir…” he puts on a shaky voice, nearly a whimper. “P-Please m-move. I’ve been bad and I-I deserve the p-punishment.”

The relief he sees in Ronald’s eyes shows how much Ronald worried he’d actually hurt him but without the break in character, Ronald’s face returns to that of a superior, his voice lower now with a growl to it. “Damn right you have. Late paperwork, a delay in collections and now you’re thinking of other men while I’m the one with you.” he leans down, his breath ghosting over the shell of William’s ear. “When I’m done with you, I’ll be the only one you’ll be thinking about.”

The cry torn from his throat when Ronald pulls out just to thrust back in isn’t acted. The next cry is caught in his throat as Ronald repeats the action. He can feel a tear slide down his cheek as the thrusting continues, his body tightening each time Ronald strikes inside him. His ankles hook around Ronald’s lower back, encouraging the blonde to strike even harder. “M-More. Please more!”

Ronald lets William’s hands go to hold himself up, reaching back to grab the back of William’s thigh and pull up his leg, allowing him better access. “Of course you want more. When I’m done with you, all you’re gonna want is me.” he grunts, thrusting harder and faster each word he speaks, “I’m gonna fill you up so full, it’ll be dripping out of you even by tomorrow.” William’s arms wrap tightly around Ronald’s shoulders, holding on for dear life, “all you’ll be able to think about is me fucking you just as hard as I am tonight. You won’t be able to sit down without remembering what my cock feels like.”

“K-Knox!”

“That’s right. You’re only gonna be able to call my name no matter what dick fills this tight ass. This is mine and will always be mine, understand? I’m gonna mark you inside and out, tattoo my bite mark on your neck, fill you up every night so you just keep coming back to me.”

His heart hammers against his ribs, his back is sore and rubbed raw from the carpet Ronald’s fucking him on. It hurts but it feels good all at once, his nails digging into Ronald’s suit jacket. His cock twitches, precum oozes from the tip, his lips puffy from biting them, wet streams stain his cheeks. “Please, I’m so close, p-please!”

Ronald reaches down and grabs William’s cock, stroking it just as fast as he’s thrusting. “Scream for me Spears. Scream and beg for me to finish you off. Promise me you won’t fuck anyone else.”

“Just you! I promise!” his voice hitches, back arching as Ronald strikes his most sensitive spot. “Knox, please!”

“You’re mine Spears. You’re always gonna be mine. This body belongs to me. This cock and ass are mine, you got that? Mine . Even if I have to fuck you every night, even if I have to come to your office and bend you over your desk.” he groans at his own train of thought, “But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Getting fucked in your own office where anyone could walk in. Have you ride me like a slut on your office chair begging for me to give you the pleasure only I can.”

“Yes! Yes! Yours Knox!”

Ronald growls, somehow pushing himself to go faster, on the very edge himself. “Scream my name!”

“Ronald!”

Everything whites out. For a split second, WIlliam swears he’s died. There’s no pain, only a pleasure that seeps into every muscle, a euphoria he’s never experienced. His head feels light, his body feels limp. He feels like he’s nearly forgotten who he was, “Will? William?! S-Sir?!”

Ronald’s panicked shouts slowly bring him back to full consciousness. His eyes lazily slide over to where Ronald’s kneeling by his head and he blinks a few times when he realises his vision isn’t clearing up. Where are the glasses he’d been wearing? “Knox?”

Ronald lets out a very long sigh of relief, the hands that had been gripping his shoulders for dear life, loosen up. “You scared me Will.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. You outright passed out. I thought, I dunno, I really hurt you or something.”

His eyes try to scan where he is but his brain is still having trouble connecting the dots. “Really?”

“Yeah. After probably one of the best orgasms ever, you didn’t respond to me checkin’ in. I moved you to the bed to hopefully make you more comfortable but you didn’t even wake up when I was shakin’ you. I thought I killed you. Death by cum.”

William outright laughs at that. His walls are completely down and even the most juvenile of conclusions Ronald can come up with are funny to him. “Honestly." but now that he’s more aware, he’s beginning to feel the aftermath. His back, lower back and especially lower, ache like hell and his throat is begging for water and his voice sounds incredibly broken. “I think I need a bath.”

“Already got you one ready.” Ronald says, helping William sit up, giving him an apologetic look as the older man winces at his lower back. “So, I take it I took it a little bit too far?”

“Perhaps just a tad.” William admits but that doesn’t stop him from cupping Ronald’s face and pulling him in for a deep kiss. “Although, I won’t say no if you ever want to indulge in something like this again.”

Ronald blinks. “You mean…I can be the boss again?”

“If you’ve been good, yes–and no. We are not bringing our bedroom activities to the office, no matter how much you think that’ll add to the scene.”

Ronald pouts but it’s only a half hearted one. “Then, what about your home office?”

William gives himself a moment to think that idea over before pulling Ronald back in for another kiss. “No.”

“Aw Will!”

William laughs again, hugging Ronald to him. The younger man's arms wrap around him in turn and it goes quiet from then on, the two of them simply being. William always had doubts he’d ever find someone that would bring out new sides of himself, to pull him completely from his shell but Ronald had been able to do just that and being as honest as he is right now, he truly would trust Ronald with everything and anything that is him.

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It’s one of those nights where it doesn’t matter what the time is or where the place is. It’s one of those nights where the only thing that matters is the carnal desire, the built up tension, the release of a stressful day. Sebastian slams him against the stone wall while his lips claim ownership over his, those fangs uncaring of the skin they pull and cuts they make. William growls in return, purposefully biting hard on Sebastian’s lower lip, making sure it hurt and bled. The demon’s eyes flash red as those fingers deftly work open his belt and trousers, William’s own hands copying the very same action. They kiss again, this one not any softer than the last. There’s no room to be gentle here for they both know that’s not what the other wants. Not what it ever will be. Gentleness, softness, is for lovers.

William’s fingers then grasp at Sebastian’s waist coast, pulling it open and tearing off the buttons, an action he repeats with the demon’s shirt just so he can drag his nails down Sebastian’s torso, satisfied by the red lines he leaves behind. In turn, Sebastian rips open William’s shirt, his lips now biting at the flesh of William’s neck leaving obvious teeth marks and bruises, some even begin to bleed and the demon’s tongue licks up the line of crimson. The reaper involuntarily gasps, digging his nails harder into Sebastian’s skin. “I’ll have you billed for tearing my shirt.” the reaper speaks, his voice laced with disdain.

“You should have thought of that when you decided to destroy mine.” Sebastian replies then bites hard at the base of William’s throat. “We have very little time William. Either you comply and lower your trousers or I will leave you here to deal with your arousal yourself.”

William actually laughs at that, lowering his hand to grip the not so subtle bulge in Sebastian’s suit pants. “Your threat means nothing when you’re just as pent up as I am.” As payment for the bite, he squeezes hard but of course the demon is just as much a masochist as he is a sadist. The pain pleases him, the growl that rumbles from his throat almost nears a whine. “You’re a pathetic beast.”

“And you’re a defective reaper. Seeking pleasures of the flesh with someone of my kind.” his eyes are glowing red again, thrusting his hand into William’s trousers and grabbing his bare erection. “Pitiful.”

William grasps Sebastian’s wrist, trying to calm himself because at this point, they won’t get what either of them want. As much as he hates admitting it, Sebastian’s right. Not only are they in a public alley that anyone could walk down, Sebastian could be called by that master of his at any time. “Fine. Get on with it.”

Sebastian spins William around and shoves him against the wall again, keeping his hand pressed to the center of William’s back while his other hand lowers his trousers. He leans forward, biting at William’s neck again as William’s fingers grip the bricks he’s being forced against. He closes his eyes, hating that he’s come to need this release especially from someone like Sebastian but the moment he feels the demon’s cock thrust inside him, there’s a second of peace. A second of peace that is ruined by the demon speaking into his ear, “no matter how many times I find myself inside, you’re always just as tight as the first.”

“Shut up vermin.” William snarls. “Get on with it so we don’t risk ruining what little pleasure there is.” William smirks to himself, “and I do mean little pleasure.”

“Oh?” The breath is pushed from William’s lungs when Sebastian shoves his entire length inside in one go. Sebastian’s a demon, the body he created for his disguise of a butler is perfect and his cock is no exception. It’s long, it’s thick and William hates that it feels so bloody good to be filled with that putrid thing. “Care to take that back?”

William swallows, clutching harder to the wall. “No.”

“Tsk tsk William. I thought you would have learned by now that it’s not a good idea to taunt a demon.” William’s receives no warning as Sebastian starts an impossibly fast and unforgiving pace. He slaps his hand over his mouth, trying very hard to muffle his moans. His skin scratches against the bricks and his knees already feel weak. The demon knows exactly where to aim and it takes little time until Sebastian’s nailing his prostate each and every thrust forcing him to bite down on his knuckle to keep quiet. “Have you learned your lesson?” Sebastian grins next to his ear.

“Wretched beast.” William spits back when he gathers himself enough to speak.

“Tch, you really are stubborn.” Sebastian reaches around and grabs his erection, squeezing it nearly painfully. “However, this little thing speaks for you.” William would glare at the demon if he could, instead, he’s pushing himself away from the wall, hanging his head between his arms as Sebastian keeps up his horribly pleasurable pace. He both wants this to end and for it to go on as long as it can. This week had been partially awful for overtime and for disobedient subordinates and from the feel of things, from the roughness Sebastian is providing, he can guess it’s been the same for the butler.

It comes to a head maybe too soon and whether that’s Sebastian’s punishment for him being ‘stubborn’ or not, he can’t be sure, but the demon releases first and he can feel it fill him to the point the excess drips down his inner thighs. Sebastian is at least kind enough to stroke him to completion as well before pulling out. William fights to remain standing, his knees ready to give out but there’s not a chance he’ll show that sort of weakness in front of the demon. “I can only imagine what Grell would think if she knew you were up to this.” Sebastian whispers into his ear, surprising William further by cleaning up the mess he’d left behind.

William’s eye twitches, shoving himself away from the wall and pulling his trousers back up, shivering at the horrible wetness he feels below. Laundry and a very hot shower were certainly due when he returned home. “That’s none of my concern. She, or any of my reapers, will never know.”

“I suppose.”

William spins around. “They will never know, correct demon ?”

Sebastian smiles that damnable butler smile. “For now.”

William can say nothing else as Sebastian vanishes into the night. He scowls, returning home himself and promising the butler that the next time they meet, there will be blood.

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It’s one of those rainy days where nothing’s going on. They both have the day off work which means Alan’s dragged William practically by the arm to enjoy a nice warm fire, hot tea and sharing a warm blanket on the couch. William finds himself content with a book he hadn’t had the chance to read lately while Alan busies simply watches the rain outside, cradling his teacup. They rarely speak, which is a common occurrence during these calm days. There’s nothing to talk about and they’re able to enjoy each other’s company without any need for conversation.

It’s not until Alan sighs does William flick his eyes from his book, noting the frown on his lover's face. “Alan?” he asks quietly, closing the book to rest on his lap. “Is something bothering you?”

“No, not bothering perse.” Alan tells him, his own eyes still locked on the window, watching the droplets run down the glass. “I suppose there’s just been a lot on my mind.”

“And you only speak of this to me now?”

“You always have a lot on your plate and I don’t want to pile onto it.”

“Alan,” William softly chastises, reaching to take one of his hands into his own, “whatever’s bothering you, you may tell me. If I can help ease your stress even a bit, I will do my best.”

Alan smiles at him, holding tightly to William’s hand. “I’m afraid it’s not something you can ease.”

William understands exactly then what Alan speaks of. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Damnable things.”

“Yes, they are.”

William doesn’t look at Alan for a long moment, deciding what he should say. Obviously Alan’s being vague for a reason, he doesn’t want to discuss how worse the thorns have gotten and his lover is right. That is not something he can help ease Alan’s mind about. They were part of Alan’s life, things that would eventually claim his life and it’s not easy for him to just accept. “You aren’t alone, you know.”

Alan cocks his head, “alone?”

“No. No, you’re not alone. You will not go through this alone.”

“William–”

“I refuse.”

Alan sits back a bit, slightly stunned by the resolve in William’s voice before he can only smile, his eyes watering just the slightest. “Of course you do.” he leans forward to set down his cup then takes William’s book to place next to it. He shifts, turning his back toward William until he lays down and settles his head comfortably on William’s lap. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“No. You shouldn’t.” William replies, automatically letting his fingers drift through Alan’s hair. It’s soft and silky, easy to glide his fingers through. His own attention switches to the window now as the rain continues to fall, beating down harder against the window. They were due a storm it seemed. “I can already sense the thunder.”

“Most likely.” Alan mutters into William’s stomach where he’s pressed his face.

William chuckles, reaching over Alan to properly wrap the smaller reaper in the blankets. It takes not time after that for Alan to borrow as deep as possible, muttering to himself about how unfair it was that William’s lap was as comfortable as it was. “Shall I carry you to bed?”

“I will nail you to the couch.”

“Ah my mistake.” he chuckles again, continuing to stroke his fingers through Alan’s hair. He rests his head against the back of the couch and takes a deep breath. Truly, being with Alan was a blessing and a curse. The times where they could be together like this, where they could simply be was extraordinary but the times where he had to see the younger reaper suffer and do nothing to stop said suffering was a special type of ache, one that makes him regret giving up his cold facade just so he could try to be happy. Love was rarely ever worth it, he learned, but Alan had always been worth the love.

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He woke up to rain pattering gently against the window as grey clouds blocked out the morning sun. It casted little light into the room which made going back to sleep all that more tempting. He stretches out his arms over his head then rolls over, meaning to take his lover into his arms but is quick to realise the bed is empty.

He sits up, looking over at the alarm clock on William’s side of the bed which told him he could sneak in an extra hour of sleep if he knew where William had gone. Then again, he shouldn’t have been surprised the other reaper was up at this time. “Awake?”

Eric turns his head toward the door, his partner dressed in his blue and white pinstripe pyjamas while holding two cups of what he assumes is coffee. “Yeah. Think I subconsciously realised I was missing me love and woke up.”

William rolls his eyes as he passes Eric one of the cups he’d brought up. “Honestly.”

Eric grins, watching William round the bed to sit back down while he takes a sip of the coffee. Strong, just how he liked it with a bit of the bitter taste. “Thanks Will.”

“You needn’t thank me.” William says once he’s sipped from his own cup. “You need it more than I do some days.”

Eric chuckles. “Aye, I do.” when William’s settled back in bed properly, the blanket pulled back over his lap, Eric scoots closer and wraps his free arm around the younger reaper’s waist, pulling him in close. “How long have ye been awake?”

“Only a half hour.” William answers, laying into Eric’s embrace. “I couldn’t go back to sleep so I cleaned up from tea last night and made us coffee.” he looks up at Eric and brushes back the mess of blonde bangs from the older reaper’s eyes. “I wasn’t sure if I should wake you or not but I figured tea would be important.”

“Ah right ye are my dear.” he kisses William’s head then rests his cheek on the top of it. Despite them being mostly equal in height, the way he’s pulled William into him gives him that extra height. “Rain does make me tired though.”

“Does it?”

“Aye. Something about it puts me right to sleep like a babe.”

“Ah so that’s why you request extra paperwork on those days.”

“Exactly. Can’t be falling asleep in the field.”

“No, you certainly cannot.”

Eric drinks from his cup, closing his eyes. If he’s not careful, he’ll do exactly that. “What about you? You like the rain?”

“I don’t mind it. I don’t like the mud that it creates but there is a gentle serene to it that I do appreciate. I find I focus easier on my paperwork with the gentle tapping at the window." They go silent after that until Eric continuously running a hand up and down William’s side before he catches a yawn William is quick to try and stifle behind his hand. “Pardon me.”

“Awe, still tired love?”

“I think it’s the combination of the rain and lying with you that’s making me so. You’re just, so very warm.” he mutters in a very un-William like manner as he leans more into Eric, “also your hand. The constant motion isn’t helping.”

“Well, why don’t ye go back to sleep for the hour we have before work?” he guests, setting aside his now empty cup.

William seems to be considering the idea. “And what about you?”

“I’m yer pillow.”

“Doesn’t sound very comfortable.”

“Aye, but it’s a job I take very seriously.” he looks down at William then gently plucks the man's glasses from his nose and sets them aside before taking the empty cup and doing the same thing. “Sleep Will. You’re the one that needs the extra rest.”

“Mm…resting my eyes for a few minutes doesn’t sound like a horrible idea.”

“I think it’s a grand idea.”

William rolls his eyes before he closes them. He tries very hard to be conscious of when he’s falling asleep but that doesn’t work very well as Eric soon realises his lover has taken him up on the offer of extra sleep. He can’t help smiling to himself, shifting down just the slightest to a more comfortable position before letting his own eyes close, being sure he held William as close as he could. He was content for as long as they were together.

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“If we don’t make this quick I’ll be late for my meeting and if I’m late for my meeting, you’ll be swimming in overtime.” William threatens the other reaper before he’s shoved against his desk.

“Aye, I know. If ye’d shut up, we’d get this done quicker.”

“I am still your superior Slingby. Watch your tongue.”

Eric smirks, pressing his full body against William’s, “oh I’ll watch my tongue alright.” William accepts the kiss Eric gives him, one hand entangling in thick mane of blonde hair while the other finds purchase on the lip of his desk. 

The kiss is caught between being sweet and desperate. Obviously Eric wants to take things slower, to take his time picking William apart like he usually does but William pulls his head away when he takes things too slow. “My meeting Slingby.” 

“Right, right.” Eric reaches down to unbuckle and unbutton both their trousers as William watches, his eyes flicking over Eric’s shoulder toward the door every few seconds. Gods, he hadn’t locked it, what if someone came walking in and saw this? Not only would his reputation be ruined but he’d die of mortification. “Spears, look at me will ya?” So William does, flicking his gaze back to meet Eric’s and the older reaper is grinning at him but his eyes are reassuring, as if he knows what William’s thinking, “we’re not gonna get caught.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because everyone wants to avoid your office.”

“Not when they have paperwork to hand in or if there’s been a demon attack or–”

A kiss shuts him up quickly. William stutters a moment when Eric pulls away but the older reaper is obviously proud of himself. “What’d I say? If ye’d shut up, we’d get this done quicker.”

“If you weren’t so randy all the time, this wouldn’t be happening at all.”

“Forgive me for havin’ a lover that is just too fun to pick apart.”

Having been so lost in his own worries, he’d completely missed the fact that Eric’s bared both erections to the cool air but he doesn’t miss when Eric presses his own to William’s. The younger reaper bites back a groan at the touch, his fingers gripping tighter to the desk behind him. “Hell.” he mutters.

Eric groans himself, wrapping his big hand around both their cocks and slowly starts to stroke them together. “Shit Spears, this has no right to feel this bloody good.”

“N-No, it doesn’t.” William agrees, biting his lower lip. “Faster Slingby. Hurry.”

Eric doesn’t want to. He wants to take his time, bring them both up to a slow edge so the orgasm feels ten times better then a rushed one but William’s William for a reason. “Fine but next time, we’re doing this on my terms.”

William sighs out as Eric’s hand picks up speed. “Next time, we’re doing this in a damn bedroom!”

“Fair enough.” William feels himself beginning to tremble, his lips forcefully sealed shut to prevent any moans escaping and when he feels he can’t control himself any longer, he yanks Eric into another kiss, letting his sounds escape into the older reaper’s mouth.

His entire body freezes when there’s a knock on the door. William rips his mouth from Eric’s, his lust clouded mind trying to fight for a coherent word. Eric at least stops his stroking, resting his head on William’s shoulder with ihs breath ghosting over William’s neck. “Yes? Who is it?” William questions, surprised his voice comes out decently even. He begs for it to be Alan or Ronald because they’d at least understand and at worst, Alan would chastise them for even daring to try something in the office; Ronald would probably just whine about not being invited. He knows it’s not Grell because she would have kicked down the door already. “Sir? I have paperwork I need your approval of.”

Shit . “I–”

“Lad’s busy at the moment. Better come back later.” Eric speaks up, his hands lowering to grab William’s rear, squeezing it in his hands, satisfied by the undignified noise the other reaper makes.

“Eric!” William chastises. “Why the hell–mm!” Eric kisses him again and his hand resumes position on their cocks. It’s as if all anger William felt had been forgotten as pleasure once again takes over. He grasps at Eric’s shoulder, gently thrusting his hips in time with Eric’s hand. The older reaper playfully nips at his lip, picking up speed and thumbing over the tips of both cocks. William shivers, clutching tighter to Eric’s shoulders both wanting to deepen the kiss and break it so he can breathe.

When Eric can sense they're both close, he doesn’t slow down but he does pull a handkerchief from his pocket and just as they both climax, he covers the heads of their cocks with the cloth to catch the mess. William’s knees buckle and he falls back against his desk, using it to keep himself upright. “So, have fun?” Eric asks, ever so polite to tuck William back into his trousers and do them back up, much to William’s chagrin.

“Never come to me wanting a ‘quickie’ in the office again.” William snaps at him but there’s no real heat to it.

Eric chuckles, tossing away the handkerchief once he’s decent himself. “Wasn’t really a quickie. I’d actually have to fuck you for that to happen.”

“ Eric .”

The older reaper laughs this time, turning to William to cup his jaw and lean in for another kiss, the sweeter one William wanted earlier. “Hey, don't you have a meeting to get to?”

William blinks once then twice before he shoves himself away from the desk, needing a moment to regain his composure before he’s rushing out the door. Eric grins, folding his arms behind his head as he struts out of William’s office. Oh he was getting overtime tonight, but it was worth it.

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It’s silent as he lays there. He can only hear the flickering of the candles she’s placed around the room but with the fabric over his eyes, he’s unable to see how many she’s lit. He’s no stranger to her wanting to try new things in the bedroom. He’s done many things he doubts he would have tried if not for her and though he’s not enjoyed everything, there are some that he does find some pleasure in if only because she’s so enthusiastic about it.

As of now, she’d had him undress in the sitting room before blindfolding him and leading him toward the bedroom where she helped him to the bed. There feels like there’s an extra sheet on it, one more silky than the usual blanket but he can’t quite be sure. He’s not even sure where Grell’s gone. All she told him was she needed a moment to get ready which sounded odd to him if she had no intention of removing the blindfold. Why waste time ‘getting ready’ when he couldn’t see it? Then again, Grell always did enjoy dressing up for her own pleasure and he can guess the lingerie she’ll be in. She has favourites and he’s more than a little proud that one of them is one he’d picked out.

He hears the bedroom door close and the sound of heels clacking over the hardwood floor. “Oh Will~” she purrs, “are you ready darling for a night of passion?”

“I suppose as I’ll ever be.” he answers, trying to follow her voice. “I still don’t quite understand why I need to be blindfolded for this.”

“Because it adds to the experience! Think about it, the anticipation, not having a single idea where I’ll touch, where you’ll feel such a heated sensation!”

“Right.”

He feels her nail trail down the centre of his chest causing him to involuntarily shiver. “You know, I spent such a long time just dreaming about all the things I could do to you when I had you like this. Unable to see, at my mercy, ready to be played with.”

“I’m sure I can imagine.” he retorts dryly.

“Oh Will! Don’t ruin this for me!”

He breathes out. “Right. Sorry. I’ll…try to be good.”

“Thank you.”

Her touch is gone and William focuses as much on his hearing as he can. For once, his poor eyesight played well into having slightly better hearing but even as he strains to hear anything from her, all he does hear is the flickering of flames. “Now, you promise you’ll be good? I won’t have to tie your hands over your head, will I?”

“No Grell. I can control myself more than that.”

“Can you? We’ll see how you act tonight.”

She goes quiet again and William finds himself laying in darkness for a lot longer than he would have liked. He can’t say it’s incredibly arousing either, the wait for something to happen. If anything, he feels close to nearly falling asleep; heat suddenly blooms on his stomach and he gasps. It burns for a split second before a soothing heat follows. “How did that feel darling?” she asked from somewhere by his hip.

“Strange but not horrible.” he admits.

“Then I can continue?”

“Yes.”

He startles when she kisses his cheek. “Good boy.” He rolls his eyes at the praise then waits for the next drop. It happens only a minute later right on his shoulder and the same feeling blossoms. The cooling sensation of having this hard wax on his skin is another sensation Grell has introduced to him among the many she already has. “You know, we never discussed where I can and can’t drip this on you.”

William swallows, tensing when another drop lands on his ribs. “I’m sure you know where my limits are.”

“Do I? Because I do like to push them, don’t I?” another drip right at the base of his throat, this time a line that dribbles downward toward his navel before it stops. “My poor Will, but I must say, red does look astonishing on you.” he startles again when wax drops just under the bottom edge of the blindfold. “It almost looks like I’m covering you in blood.”

“Thankfully that isn’t the case.” he breathes out.

“This time.” she counters. Somehow, William isn’t surprised that’s the conclusion she comes to. “Now, back to boundaries. Where are yours dear?”

“Again, I’m sure you know that.”

“Do I? So, is here off limits?” he shouts out of instinct when a red hot drip lands right on his nipple before cooling in seconds. “Ooo now what an interesting reaction.”

“N-No. That is off limits.” he stutters out despite the painfully good sensation he’d felt.

“Are you sure? Because you seemed to like it.” as if to prove her point, she covers the other nipple and gets the same reaction. “Looky! Little Will’s telling me you quite enjoy it!”

Thankfully he can blame the blush as a reaction from the hot wax. “Hardly.”

“Oh quick being stubborn.” she tuts and he suddenly feels an increased heat next to his half-erect length. “Shall I try–”

“No! No, that is where I draw the line.” The heat doesn’t leave and he fears Grell may actually dare to do what he knows she wants to, “ please Grell.” He’s relieved when the heat is removed and his body relaxed again. “Thank you.”

“I may enjoy covering you in red darling but I don’t want to accidentally hurt my favourite part of you.”

“Oh really? That's your favourite part?”

“It gives me the most pleasure, so of course!”

He can hear the teasing tone in her voice and again, he rolls his eyes. “Truly, if I knew you’d spent so long chasing after me just for my penis I wouldn’t have bothered giving in .” a drop lands directly on his navel, a shock that is heard in the tremble of his voice.

“Don’t say it like that. I wanted your everything darling, little Will just happened to be a very nice surprise.” he shivers again when he feels her lips kiss the tip of his flagging erection and he hates the involuntary twitch it gives. “You’re very handsome like this, I hope you know.” She drags a line of wax around his throat, creating something akin to a wax necklace.

William sucks in a breath as another line travels across his hip like a belt. “I’m rather surprised you didn’t suggest yourself being on this end.”

“I thought about it but then I thought about how much I would love to have my darling William splattered in my favourite colour. To have him at my mercy as I introduce him to such new pleasure!”

“And who says this is pleasure?”

“May I remind you of the state of your little Will?”

“...no.”

She giggles. “My poor sweet Will.” Another dribble rolls down his inner thigh which makes him twitch, feeling like it’s almost too close to his privates and Grell does test her luck with how close she’s able to get. It makes him squirm and bite his lip to avoid any sort of sounds escaping him.

He’s momentarily still when he feels her hands lifting the back of his head to untie the blindfold and the moment he’s able to see again, she slips his glasses back onto his nose and everything becomes crystal clear. “There he is.” she smiles a shark toothed grin. “How are you feeling darling?”

“Sensitive.” he admits, lifting his head to peer down at himself. He’s covered in the red wax and she’s even somehow made a heart over his own. “Have fun?” he sarcastically asks, flicking his eyes to her and he’s not at all surprised to see she’s in the lingerie he picked out for her. It’s red of course and leaves very little to the imagination and the fabric itself is made of silk instead of cotton with floral see through patterns up the side and over the chest and of course, she’s wearing ruby red heels to match.

“Oh very!” She pushes him back to the bed to straddle his lap. “Now for the next part!”

“Next?” he assumed with his blindfold off they were done.

“Obviously! Or did you think I was going to ignore my own desire?” she reaches behind and takes hold of his cock, stroking it slowly, “come now Will, I’m greedy when I want to be.”

His breath hitches and he drops his head back to the pillow closing his eyes. Of course, why would he have expected any different? Well, it’s not like he can complain, he’ll allow her to take what she wants, just for tonight.

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William checks the clock, frowning at how late it’s gotten by the time he finally finishes his paperwork. He can’t say he’s at all surprised that it’s taken this long but he knows damn well it would have taken him a lot longer if he didn’t have someone assisting him tonight. Ronald, being the generous young man that he was, offered to help take some of the load off William for the night and while he doesn’t say it outloud, he’s grateful to the younger reaper for his help.

Wheeling back his chair and standing, he cracks his back, satisfied when the pressure is released. He grabs his jacket from the back of said chair before exiting his office. Normally, he’d be eager to leave and forget about this place for another night but as stated before, he had someone helping him tonight, so instead of heading toward the front doors, he sidetracks toward Ronald’s office. “Knox?” he questions, knocking on the door three times. Where there’s no answer, he knocks again. “Knox? Are you in?” Curious, especially since Ronald hadn’t returned to William’s office to drop off the finished papers, he tries the doorknob and when he finds it unlocked, he pushes the door open.

Ronald’s asleep at his desk. He holds his pen limply in his hand, his cheek pillowed on his other arm and he breathes even and deeply. More amused than he is annoyed, he strides over to the desk, slowly removing the paper from underneath Ronald’s head to look it over. Somehow, he’s not at all surprised to see it unfinished but from the stack Ronald already has in the finished pile, he can forgive a few extra papers that he wasn’t able to complete. It seems as if he tried at the very least. “Ronald.” William whispers, gently pushing on his shoulder, “wake up.”

Slowly, his eyelids flutter open and it takes him a few extra seconds to understand where he is and who’s talking to him before he sits upright and covers his yawn. “Shit.” he frowns. “Sorry Will. I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s quite a lot to take on.” William interrupts. “I appreciate your offer and the fact you’ve powered through most of it.”

“But I fell asleep.”

“You did, yes.”

“I’ll get right back to work sir.”

William grabs Ronald’s hand that still holds the pen. “No, you will not. You will come home with me and sleep.”

“But there’s still work to do.”

“Work I will finish.”

“No.” there’s a steely determination in Ronald’s eyes as he says that, “no, I’m not lettin’ you touch another paper tonight.”

William looks him over; Ronald’s obviously intent on working through his exhaustion but William knows from experience that never leads to anything productive. “Alright, however , we will both work on these papers after you take a half hour nap.”

Ronald blinks. “Really? You’re gonna let me sleep in the office?”

“It’s after work hours. No one will know.”

There’s a brief flash of relief in Ronald’s eyes as he leans back in his chair. “You’re amazin’ Will.” he then holds out his arms, making grabbing motions toward his lover, “c’mere.”

So William does, rounding the desk and isn’t at all surprised by the hug Ronald pulls him into. He slips his arms around Ronald’s waist and squeezes him just as tightly before deciding he has another idea. Bending down just a bit, he’s able to scoop his arm under Ronald’s knees and lift him up, smirking just the slightest at the surprised squeak the blonde lets out before William turns around and sits on the chair himself, resting Ronald on his lap. “There we are.”

Ronald blinks at him before a warm, genuine smile forms on his lips. He keeps his arms wrapped around William’s neck as he snuggles closer, closing his eyes. William strokes his hand over Ronald’s back, enjoying the moment they have together where there’s no one else around and before he can even catch himself, his eyelids grow heavy and they slide closed and even in sleep, he’s still holding Ronald as close as he possibly can.

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There’s a horrible kink in his neck that he’s unable to rub out no matter how hard he tries. No matter which way he turns his head, it aches and it leaves him irritated. No matter who comes to see him, he’s snippy. While half of his subordinates deserve the clipped tone, many others don’t especially the reaper who’s come to see him now, “you look like you’re having a very rough day.” Alan comments, hands stern on his hips.

“Oh? And what gave it away? Perhaps all this paperwork I’ve been swamped with? Disobedient reapers who thrive off my misery? The looming threat of overtime? No, of course not Humphries. I’m having a wonderful time.”

Alan raises an eyebrow. “Mmhm. What’s got you bothered more than usual?”

“Everything, I think I’ve made that clear.”

Alan approaches the desk and sets his palms on the surface, leaning on them as he looks William up and down, “what’s wrong? You know you can tell me.”

William looks like he’s going to challenge Alan or outright kick him out but he knows Alan’s right. The brunette is one of the few people he’s willing to speak to, so with a long sigh, he drops the boss act and leans back in his chair, rubbing at the side of his neck. “I have a horrible kink.”

Alan nods, crossing his arms. “That sounds about right. With how you long you sit there, I’m not surprised.” he rounds the desk and turns William’s chair toward him, easily slipping into William’s lap. “Let me take care of that for you.”

William eyes the smaller reaper then flicks his gaze to the door. “Rather brazen of you Humphries.”

“You’ve been rather busy with work as of late and I’ve missed you.” Alan replies, already beginning a massage on William’s neck, working his fingers into the kink William’s pointed out.

William sighs into the touch, tilting his head to allow Alan as much access to his neck as he needed. “I do apologise for being stuck more at work then normal. You know I never want to be here.”

“Believe me, I know.” Alan smiles. “And that makes both of us.” he slips his fingers under William’s chin, gently coaxing the older man to look at him. “You could make it up to me.”

William’s eyes flick to and fro from Alan’s lips, “how would I do that?”

“I think you know.”

William cups the back of Alan’s head and pulls him into a kiss. Alan signs immediately into it, clutching the lapels of William’s jacket. He’s the one that wastes no time deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue along William’s and WIlliam wastes no time reciprocating, holding Alan tighter to him and taking control. Alan moans into William’s mouth, clutching tighter to his jacket as William’s hands find purchase on Alan’s hips. “Hell I want you so bad.” Alan whispers against William’s lips, “why do we have to be at work?”

“That just means tonight we’ll be even better.” William tells him before yanking him back down for a kiss. He’s just as desperate as Alan feels but he’s somehow able to control himself enough that when he feels things are going just a bit too far, he pulls back, both of them breathing hard. “Thank you for trying to get the kink out of my neck.”

Alan swallows, almost pouting that he’s been pushed back. “Why must you be sensible?”

“Because both of us still have work we must do.” he brushes the bangs from Alan’s eyes. “And if we don’t return to it that means we’ll take longer getting home and you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Alan releases an over dramatic sigh. “No. You’re right.” he gives William one last kiss before sliding off the older man’s lap. “Fine. I suppose I’ll return to work but I expect something more tonight.”

“Believe me Alan, I have things in mind.”

The rare heated look he gets from his partner has Alan already thinking of the things William has in mind and he fans himself. “At least you’re giving me something to think about to pass the time.”

William chuckles. “I’ve given myself the same now, go, or you won’t be leaving until tonight.”

Alan pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “Really? Are you insinuating that if I don’t leave, I’ll be forced to be here?”

William leans back, tapping his finger on the desk. “Think carefully Humphries. Are you willing to endure the amount of overtime you’ll be receiving if you remain here?”

Alan looks back at the door then flicks the lock. “Oops. Looks like I’m locked in here with you. What a shame.”

William can only smirk as Alan returns to his lap, already yanking him in for another kiss. “Oh yes. A shame indeed.”

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Finally, after what felt like so long after they’d started dating, Ronald finally has William in the bedroom. Each kiss is alluring as it is frustrating because they’re not moving fast enough. Even as he shoves William to the bed and climbs on top to straddle his waist, it still doesn’t feel fast enough. William’s touches are slow and methodical while Ronald is touching every inch of once unseen skin he can get his hands on; the smile he feels on William’s lips is nearly taunting. “You’re very eager my dear.” William states when Ronald pulls away.

“Yeah! How many people can say they got Mr. Spears in bed with ‘em?”

William hums, reaching to brush back Ronald’s bangs, “a few.”

Ronald pauses for a moment, “a few?”

“Had you expected me to be a virgin?”

Truthfully, Ronald’s not sure what he expected. “Um, I dunno. I mean, you’re you , sir.”

“Well, I suppose I can understand. Thus yes, I have indulged in the carnal desire.”

“Fascinating.”

“Really?”

Ronald gestures to William. “Again, you’re you . Hard to even imagine you outside the office some days.”

“Then I do supposed I understand the ‘fascination’.” his hands that had been on Ronald’s hips run up the blonde’s sides then back down, “now, how did you believe tonight would go?” Now that’s a question Ronald never thought he’d need to think about. Usually, he dives in head first, eager to get to the best part but he’s got William in bed with him. William, the boss, Mr. Spears. That’s something he wants to savour which also brings up another problem; his lack of experience sleeping with other men. William’s on his back right now, he’s the one straddling him, so would it be better for him to take the dominant role like usual? In the escapades William’s had, is he used to being the bottom or is he just as dominant in the bedroom as he is at work? “I can see the many thoughts behind your eyes my dear. What’s bothering you?”

Ronald flushes a bright red, for once feeling bashful in the bedroom. “What was your plan for tonight? I mean, we’ve switched a lot when it comes to BJs and handjobs but, um, what about sex? What’s your usual role?”

“Whatever my partner prefers.”

“So…you’re not always on top?”

“Not always.”

Ronald swallows. “Right, okay, so…what if I told you I wanna try, um, being the bottom?”

It’s William’s turn to be slightly confused. “Try?”

Ronald takes a deep breath, leaning back again to properly sit on William’s hips, rubbing the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah but hey! It’s gotta feel good, right? Otherwise why would people do it?”

“Yes but I am glad you told me as I wouldn’t have been nearly as gentle with you.”

The idea of having William over him, completely dominate, holding him down as he forces Ronald to take what he gives is a fantasy he wants to try one day, but William’s right. Gentle would be best for tonight. “I wanna ride you.”

Again, that has William surprised. “Ride me? Are you certain?”

“Yeah. I feel like that’ll give me control over the pace? Not go too fast too soon?”

William cocks an eyebrow but he notes the determination in Ronald's eyes. “If that is what you want.”

“It is.”

“Then all I ask is that you listen to your body and to me. If things become too much, do not feel you need to force yourself to continue, am I clear?”

“Yes sir.”

“Alright.” he takes one hand from Ronald’s hip and cups the younger man’s cheek, running his thumb over Ronald’s lower lip, “open the bedside table for me. There should be a bottle of lube in there.”

“Ooo does Mr. Spears get busy often?” Ronald jokes as he opens said bedside drawer. As if to answer his question, the bottle isn’t even half way empty.

“No.” William states, taking the bottle Ronald passes to him. “I keep it for the off chance I have a partner or the mood strikes but otherwise, it’s mostly forgotten.”

“How often is that?” Ronald asks, feeling like he needs to know as much about William’s sex life as he can.

“Not often at all.” William replies which is the most expected answer but Ronald’s a little disappointed his superior wasn’t some sort of secret casanova. “Now, lift your hips a bit for me.” William orders once his fingers are well lubed and he sets the bottle on the table.

Ronald takes a breath as he does as William ordered, his fingers gripping tightly to William’s shoulders despite the fact nothing’s happened yet. “Relax my dear.” William tells him, gently soothing a finger around Ronald’s entrance before sliding the first finger in.

He does initially tense, grabbing even tighter to William’s shoulders but William doesn’t move, allowing Ronald to adjust to having something inside him for the first time. “Feels weird.” he admits once he lets out the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.

“It will at first, yes.” William’s other hand is continuing to run up and down Ronald’s side, helping relax him.

Ronald continues to breathe, thankful William’s experienced enough to hopefully make this feel good for him but it does leave him with another question. “Gotta ask, who do you bang more of?”

William’s lips twitched into a smirk at Ronald’s blatant question. “I have no preference. I will enjoy myself regardless of who the person is so long as I have somewhat of a connection to them. I am not one to take home someone I’ve only just met as I know you and Slingby had been known for. I prefer a connection, to know them on a somewhat more personal level which is why I was hesitant to be with you at first. I wasn’t certain how well we’d connect but you were persistent and I’d begun to fall for you on all levels which is why I’m willing to engage in this sexual activity with you.”

Ronald cringes at William’s choice of words. “Engage in this sexual activity. Wow Will. You, mm, have a way with words.”

William realises himself how clinical that sounded and sighs. “I apologise. It’s hard to turn off this decorum of mine.” 

Ronald smiles at him. “Don’t gotta apologise. I’ll help you along the way. Promise.”

To his surprise, William returns the smile. “I know you will.” his eyes flick back toward Ronald’s lower half, gently thrusting that finger in and out, “now, how does this feel?”

“Still weird but it doesn’t hurt or anything.”

“Are you prepared for a second?”

“Think so.”

So William gently eases a second finger into Ronald’s tight entrance. It’s obvious the blonde hadn’t been lying when he said this would be his first time bottoming. So carefully, he does his best to stretch the passage, finding some relief in the fact Ronald’s half-way hard. He’s at least finding some pleasure in what William’s doing to him. “And this?” he asks.

“O-Okay. Think I can go for another.”

“Alright but if it hurts too much, tell me.”

“Yeah, promise.”

Carefully, William slides in the third and final finger. He watches Ronald’s face intensely, going as slow as he can as he notes Ronald’s wince that he tries to hide. “You’re doing very well Ronald.” William praises him, “good boy.” The breath Ronald sucks in and the interested twitch of his erection makes WIlliam pause. Good boy hm? “Yes, my very good boy.” 

Ronald’s flush darkens and the boy whines. “Will.”

The grin that crosses William’s face is unavoidable. “Such a good boy.”

“Nng, Will, c’mon! D-Don’t say that.” Ronald whines, trying to hide his face in his own shoulder.

“And why not?”

“Cuz…”

“You like being called a good boy, don’t you? You like hearing me praise you like that?”

Ronald looks down at William, hardly noticing the fingers inside him at this point. “M-Maybe…”

“Then I will remember that.” he promises, stretching out his fingers, trying to reach as deep as he can.

When he hits the spot he’d been searching for, Ronald’s reaction is immediate. His back arches and he cries out, staring wide eyed down at William, “ fuck .” the blonde pants.

“Oh?”

“That’s… there ?”

“The prostate?” he strikes the spot again. “Yes.”

Ronald cringes again through the pleasure shooting up his spine. “Will. Clinical .”

William just smirks at that. “My apologies.” he thrusts his fingers a fourth time, making Ronald whine again. “I’ll work on my pillowtalk.”

“You f-fuckin’ do. Fuck , that feels good.” he swallows, finally moving one hand from William’s shoulder to trail his fingers over William’s rock hard erection, “if your fingers feel this good, then this is gonna feel really good.”

William shivers at the touch, swallowing down his sounds. “I dearly hope so.” he finally frees his fingers, pulling Ronald down for a kiss as he leans up to meet it. “Now, are you ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

William nods, leaning back again to take hold of his own erection, accepting the lube Ronald once again passes to him. He squirts a fair amount onto his other hand and slowly strokes it over his length, controlling his breathing so he doesn’t spend as quick as he fears he might. It doesn’t help that Ronald’s gaze is laser-focused on what he’s doing, the blonde’s own hand reaching below to cup his sac and gently squeeze it in time with William’s strokes. “Knox, you are not helping.” William grits out through his clenched jaw.

Ronald leans down to nip at his neck, kissing down what Ronald knows is sensitive flesh, “you’ve been a little neglected Will. Just makin’ up for all the attention you’re givin’ me.”

William tilts his head toward Ronald, capturing his lips in another kiss, “be a good boy for me then and sit up.”

Ronald pauses in all he’s doing, staring into William’s mischievous gaze before swallowing and doing as he’s told, sitting up on his knees. “Bastard.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“Shut up.” William does but only because the next part makes it hard to speak. He’s holding himself in place, the other hand secure on Ronald’s waist as he helps lower Ronald down onto his erection. Ronald’s hands are back on his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as inch by inch he sinks down until finally he’s fully sitting on William’s hips. The feeling of being absolutely full leaves him speechless and he feels like his heart’s jumped into his throat. There’s a slight burn at the stretch but overall, he’s feeling unbelievably good . “Sir, this…” he swallows, eyes squeezed shut. “You're big .”

William lets out a long slow breath himself; Ronald’s tight and hot all around him, squeezing him so perfectly. He lifts his head to see the point of connection, finding that to be even more arousing than the actual act. “I’m rather average.” William tells him, “it only feels enlarged because of the tight space.”

Ronald lets out a breathy laugh, barely opening his eyes to gaze down at William. “Okay Will.” he takes a deep breath, slowly gyrating his hips, getting used to the full feeling. “Again, gotta work on the pillow talk.” William remains silent, head laying back on the pillow as he lets Ronald adjust. He’s forgotten how much willpower it takes to keep himself from thrusting into the glorious tight heat he’s inside of.

Ronald takes a deep breath when he feels ready, slowly raising up then sinking back down with a groan. He does it again and again; each time he does, it gets easier and easier until he’s finally found a good pace. He’s leaning over William, his hands either side of the older man’s head. There’s sweat forming on both of their skin, William’s lips parted as he tries to breathe evenly, his hands holding desperately to Ronald’s hips. “H-How this feeling sir?” Ronald breathes the question, his voice trembling just the slightest. William’s eyes flutter open, catching Ronald’s own gaze before flicking down toward his lips. It’s instantaneous that he pulls Ronald down into a kiss, tightening his hands on Ronald’s hips. The blonde moans into William’s mouth, putting more effort into moving his hips until he’s finally got a wicked pace going. The kiss is deep with tongues and teeth clashing, Ronald fearing he’s becoming too complacent in this position until one particular thrust. He throws his head back and nearly screams as his sweet spot is struck head on.

William takes that as a sign and decides Ronald’s ready for full participation. He plants his feet on the bed and thrusts upward to meet Ronald’s own. Ronald cries out again, his head bowing this time as he desperately keeps up with the pace William’s setting, begging him over and over again to never stop. William’s eyes haven’t left Ronald’s face, taking in his puffy lips and red face, “good boy.” William grits out, approaching his climax almost too soon.

“Fuck Will. Fuck . Y-Yeah. I’m a good boy, but only for you! Only your good boy!”

“Yes. Yes, my good boy. Mine . No one else will lay a single finger on you again. I’m the only one that’ll get to see you like this, my good, darling boy.”

“Only you!” William’s not sure what possessed him in that moment but in mere seconds, he’s throwing Ronald off him and pinning the younger reaper underneath him on the other side of the bed. He grabs the underside of Ronald’s thigh to pin it up to his chest and thrusts back in without warning, satisfied by the cry Ronald lets out, the blonde’s arms wrapping tight around his shoulders as his nails dig even deeper into William’s flesh. He’s trying to continue to meet William’s thrusts, tears stinging in his eyes. “Will!” he sobs, “William! So good! Don’t stop!”

William lowers his mouth to Ronald’s ear, “you’re being such a good boy for me Ronald. You take me so well.” Ronald presses his face into William’s shoulder, moaning directly into the older man’s ear. William groans, wrapping one around Ronald’s back as the other supports himself on the bed. He can feel Ronald tensing around him each time he thrusts inside and he knows both of them are close. Without much thought, he leans up and grabs hold of Ronald’s cock, stroking the hard cock as fast as he can in time with his thrusts. He can feel Ronald’s nails running down his back, the blonde continuing to cry out and he’s never seen something as arousing as this. “Good boy Ronald. Good boy. Cum for me. Be a good boy and cum for me.”

“Will!” With that final cry, Ronald’s back bows and he cums hard, spilling over William’s hand and reaching up to his chest. William groans as the tight passage tightens even further, spasming with Ronald’s orgasm. That’s all it takes for him to tip over the edge as well, releasing as deep as he can inside his lover.

Bliss follows, the only sounds in the room are their heavy breathing, William holding himself above Ronald as Ronald’s arms drop from William’s back and splay out over the bed. Eventually, William has the good sense to slowly pull out, offering Ronald an apologetic glance at the groan that comes from the blonde. He says nothing as he enters the ensuite to wet a cloth and returns to help clean Ronald up, the younger reaper nothing but jelly as William cleans him and tries to help him under the covers.

When William finishes up and joins Ronald in bed, Ronald moves for the first time, rolling over and curling up against William as close as he can. “How are you feeling?” William asks, finally breaking the silence.

Ronald doesn’t answer right away and William fears he may not have enjoyed it as much as he assumed he had, but when he does, his voice is rough but pleased, “best orgasm ever.” he sighs in content. “I’m gonna feel it tomorrow, but, it was good , Will. Really fuckin’ good.”

William releases his own sigh of relief. “I’m very glad to hear that Ronald. I hadn’t gotten too rough?”

“Nah. Was aces actually.”

“Excellent.” he runs his hand up and down Ronald’s back. “I wouldn’t want my good boy to not have enjoyed himself.”

Ronald shoves halfheartedly at his chest. “Banning those words from the bedroom.”

“Oh just the bedroom? You wouldn’t mind being called a good boy in the office? Hm, perhaps that’ll help avoid late paperwork because good boys always hand in their paperwork on time.”

Ronald groans, his cheeks heating up again. “Will. No one told me you were gonna be a menace.”

William laughs at that, holding Ronald tighter and kissing the top of his head. “I won’t torment you like that, I promise.”

Ronald goes silent again, his fingers dancing over William’s chest, “you can call me a good boy on one condition.”

“And that is?”

“You’re the one on the bottom next time.”

William rolls his eyes out of sight of the blonde but he’s not truly annoyed as he is overwhelmingly happy that Ronald trusted him to take his first time. “Alright. Deal.”

Another silence engulfes them and just as William's about to fall asleep with Ronald tucked safely in his arms, Ronald speaks one more time. "Hey Will?" a short pause, "I love you."

William's heart melts even more since he's been with Ronald and he pulls him close, kissing the top of his head again. "I love you too, my darling boy."

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The leaves have changed colour and drifted from their branches. The days have grown shorter, the air cooler and the blankets warmer. Fall is in the air and she embraces everything about it, from the crunch of the leaves under her boots to the warm red sweater she’s snuggled in. She’s out and about today, dragging William along with her for a new fall wardrobe. He’s the one that carries the bags but she’s the one who paid for their coffee so she sees it as a fair trade off. “WIll look!” she says, pointing at the mannequin in the window. “That dress! I need it!”

“Do you really?” he asks, making it a point to hold up the four bags he’s already lugging around. “I think you’ve bought enough for today.”

“Posh! You can never have enough.” she faces William, looking him over. “You know, we could always get you a few things. A new jumper, maybe even one of those tacky sweater vests you love so much.”

“They are not tacky.” he protests.

“You say that because you know you’re the only man I know that somehow makes them attractive.” she gestures back to the window. “Just one more.”

William holds back a sigh, turning his attention to his watch on his wrist. “I suppose we have time if you feel you really need to explore another shop.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.” she grabs his elbow and yanks him inside. To William’s pleasant surprise, the shop isn’t just full of feminine choices that would only fit Grell but there’s some items in here that appeal to him as well. It’s almost like she can see his wandering eye. Instead of going toward the dress that caught her eye, she not so subtly walks over to another clothing rack, making it a point to grab one of the coats on it and hold it up to William. “Hm…”

“Oh no.” William pushes her hand away. “We are here to get you sorted then leave.”

“Oh come on Will! I’ve bought so many new clothes for me! Why not indulge in you for a little bit?”

“Because I do not do well shopping for clothes.”

She rolls her eyes. “Obviously I know that and that’s why it’s good luck that I’m here! Come now darling, humour me will you?”

They hold each other’s stare for a long time until William finally sighs. “Fine. Only a few minutes and that’s it.”

“Oh darling, a few minutes is all I need!” William sighs and finds a place out of the way to set the bags down and rub his arms, finally free of the annoying straps. While he’s not exactly looking forward to trying on a variety of clothes, Grell’s probably one of the few that he’d trust to dress him. Her taste and style is impeccable after all.

When she returns, he’s not at all surprised to see the amount of clothes she’s picked out in the arbitrary time limit he set. “You’ve got quite a selection,” he states.

“Of course! I know what my darling likes but I also picked some things he would consider ‘risque’.”

His face pales. “Wonderful…”

“Oh hush and try them!” she shoves the clothes into his arms. “Go, let me see!” William holds in another sigh, walking toward the changing rooms to appease his girlfriend. Risque, she said. He can only imagine what she’s suggesting he wear.

As he tries on the clothes, he finds he does like a majority of them and Grell agrees. They’re mostly jumpers and one coat with a handful of normal shirts all in the colours of blues and greens but now he’s finally come to the outfit she was probably looking forward to the most. At first, he doesn't think much of it, believing the puffy pirate sleeves were the only thing that would bother him but as he puts the shirt on, he realised there’s a far more egregious thing he hates about it. Not only is it slim fitting and tight around his waist, what should have been a normal button up, does not have a full set of buttons. There’s only two that he does up at the very bottom, the rest of the shirt is left wide open, hardly leaving much to the imagination. Despite the black silk fabric feeling cool against his skin and how it, admittedly, looks good with the trousers he’s worn today, he can’t get over the fact that most of his torso is on display. “What is this?” he asks Grell as he steps out, very pleased that there’s no other customers around.

“Ooo now look at that.” Grell purrs, biting the tip of her thumbnail. “Now that looks wonderful on you.”

“Really? I feel naked.”

“Hardly! I just don’t find it fair that you hide that delicious body of yours from me all the time, so I thought I’d pick something to show you off.”

William looks down at himself then back into the mirror, tugging at the sleeves. “I can’t decide if I like it or not.”

“Really? Will might like something like this?”

“I…it’s more that it does look…good but only with these trousers.”

Grell puts her hands on William’s shoulders, locking eyes with her boyfriend in the mirror. “You know, you could consider this a date night shirt. I have all that sexy lingerie you love so much and, if you humour me, I’ll have this to ogle you in.”

He both wants and doesn’t want to keep it although, only having it for date night where it’s just Grell seeing him in it wouldn’t be so bad, would it? “Just this one item and that’s it. No more risque, as you called it.”

She blinks. “You’ll…get it?”

“Yes.”

She shivers and presses her lips to William’s cheek. “Thank you darling.” she spares a touch to William’s touch, letting her fingers glide over his chest then his stomach, “I say, we have a date night tonight.”

William’s the one to shiver this time, her touch always electric. “I say, I think we must.”

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He’s asleep. After a few very long hours, the reaper is asleep. Sebastian lays on the top bunk completely still, waiting, listening and finally, he can tell the reaper’s exhaustion, the human in him, could no longer lay awake. He could take that opportunity to sneak out, do as his master required but even as he stands at the entrance to the tent with not a sound made, a more dastardly idea sneaks its way into his mind.

Turning back around, he approaches the reaper’s prone form. He’s tucked himself back under the blanket and despite the grip still loose on his scythe, the reaper is truly asleep. Sebastian leans close to William’s face, carefully easing away the weapon as he watches for any movement. Other than the twitch of his fingers, he remains dead asleep. Curious , he thinks. Seeing the reaper like this is a unique treat, one he’s not realised he was delighted to have.

He removes his gloves one finger at a time as he studies William’s sleeping face. The reaper was handsome, he could admit that but to see him in such a vulnerable state changes things. The stress he usually sees on the reaper’s face is absent, the furrow of his brow is gone and his lips are slightly parted as if he needs to breathe. Leaning closer, he sees the more intricacies of William’s face he’s never bothered to look for before; the age lines under his eyes, the very slight brown toned hues of his hair, even a strand or two of grey. With his fingers now bare, he carefully cups William’s jaw, gliding his thumb over William’s lower lip. The flesh there is surprisingly soft, his teeth perfectly white. While he knows how a reaper becomes a reaper, the intimate details of that process are still lost to not just him, but his kind in general. He understands wounds, scars, blemishes of the human are removed upon their recreation which leaves him curious just how the man looked alive. Would his skin be this soft? Would he have looked far more aged?

He removes his hand from William’s lips to stroke his hand curiously though his hair. Without whatever product the reaper uses to keep his hair in place during the day, it’s softer when it hangs in his eyes and not as short as Sebastian assumed it was from his usual style.

Returning his hands to William’s jaw, he lowers them further to his neck, taking extra care to glide over the Adam's apple. He’d always found William’s neck as a point of interest, wanting to mark it; to cover it in bite marks and bruises, make it hard to hide the fact that William had laid with the beast he so despised.

He then chooses to take William’s bare hand, observing the reaper’s fingers. They’re long, thin and boney, much like the wrist he wraps his own fingers around. Dainty, if Sebastian were to compliment them, fingers that would look wonderful wrapped around the pole of his scythe or on the keys of a piano yet his wrist felt so easily breakable. On a whim, he bends William’s hand back until he meets resistance before letting it lay limp again. How easy to put the reaper into a broken state it would be.

The reaper twitches in his sleep, perhaps subconsciously aware of Sebastian’s touch, his lips move as if he’s speaking but no sound comes out. Even more curious, Sebastian leans close to those lips again, his own hovering inches over William’s. Faintly, he hears the dreams of the reaper; he dreams of someone but there is no name he speaks.

He leans back, slowly pulling the blanket off to reveal even more of the reaper to his eyes. The shirt he’s wearing already gives him a preview to what’s hidden behind the rest of the fabric; fabric he slowly begins to unbutton and once he’s finished, he parts the shirt. William’s not as strong as Sebastian assumed he was in terms of muscle but he’s lithe. There’s definition in his chest, down his toned stomach and to the hip bones that barely peek out from the hem of his pyjama bottoms.

Sebastian lowers his hand back to William’s neck, allowing his fingers to brush ever so slowly over William’s skin, finding there to be more blemishes here. Faded scars of old battles, an elongated wound near his hip and what looks like a stab wound just under where his heart would beat. His fingers glide over each rise of the scars before placing both his hands on either side of William’s ribs, slipping down the reaper’s sides until he cups the other man’s thin waist. The very ideas that pop into his mind in such a position would disgust the reaper, he has no doubt but to see him in throes of pleasure given to him by Sebastian would be sweet.

He lowers his lips to William’s neck, slowly nipping and kissing over the skin, holding himself back from leaving any marks despite the urge to bite into the fleshy area between William’s neck and shoulder. Instead, he tries to occupy that urge by kissing over William’s chest, his tongue snaking out to lick over a nipple. He pauses briefly at the shuddering breath William gives but when he does nothing else, Sebastian gives it another lick. Again and again he repeats the process then finally encloses his mouth around the now hard pebbled flesh and sucks. There. A moan. He grins to himself, using his tongue and lips to repeat the same process to the other nipple, even more satisfied by the sounds he pulls from William’s throat. When he pulls away for the final time, he drags the tip of his fang over the flesh earning a higher, sharper moan.

He lifts his head, peering downward and finds a new, more enthralling, point of interest. There’s a slight tent to the reaper’s pants and Sebastian can’t help but feel smug knowing it’s because of him.

He lowers himself, slipping his fingers under the hem of William’s bottoms and pulls them down, intrigued by the half erection he’s pulled into view. It’s not as big as he’s made himself but it’s perfectly proportional to William’s body, on the thinner side but with more length to make up for it. He runs his palms over William’s thighs first, finding there’s definition here as well, before lowering his head to the prize he’d just uncovered.

He employs his tongue again, licking a strip from the base of William’s cock up to the tip. The erection twitches, growing harder by the second. Sebastian’s not quite sure how he wants to proceed as part of him wants to satisfy his oral fixation but another part of him wants just that little bit more.

He grabs the underside of William’s thighs, squeezing them for good measure as he parts his legs giving him access to kneel in between the reaper’s thighs and lift his hips to pull William ever so slightly onto his lap to give him access to what he wanted. Curious, he reaches down to press one finger against the reaper’s entrance and oddly, he feels no resistance. His eyes land on William’s face and the only difference is the pinch in his brow and mouth that’s opened just a bit more.

Despite his innate dislike for this reaper, he doesn’t want to hurt him, at least, when he’s not aware that he’s being hurt. Instead, Sebastian licks and sucks at his own fingers before returning them to William’s entrance and slowly inserts one. The entrance isn’t as tight as he expected to be which leaves him wondering if William’s been intimate with others or it’s simply because he’s relaxed as he sleeps. The idea of William having shared his bed makes him almost jealous, knowing if he were to do the same tonight, the reaper would wake and that was a hassle he didn’t feel like dealing with. Perhaps tomorrow he could seduce William into willingly giving over his body to Sebastian because at the end of the day, reapers were humans and humans were easily prayed upon with sweet words and promises.

He inserts a second finger, pausing once when William’s breath hitches before it evened out again. He stretches his fingers inside the passage, reaching as deep as he can. The reaper is beginning to move a bit more now, his hips slowly beginning to undulate, his face expressing that whatever dream he’d been having is turning to one more explicit. His cock is fully erect now, laying hard and heavy against his stomach as pre-cum oozes out of the tip. He takes William’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, beginning a slow rhythm as he inserts a third finger.

He finds the perfect rhythm to be sure he doesn’t wake William while edging him closer to orgasm. His own trousers feel tight, his instincts, his urges, telling him to damn it all and fuck this reaper until he sees starts but no. He won’t. Not yet. As he’s learned with his hunger, the wait makes the reward all the more satisfying. Instead, he continues his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out and stroking William’s cock.

When he hits William’s prostate, he pauses for one moment at the moan bordering cry the reaper releases. Tsk , he says to himself, releasing William’s cock to put his hand over William’s mouth, muting the noises the reaper is unable to control as he picks up the pace again, directly hitting the reaper’s sweet spot every time his fingers thrust inside. He begins to suspect some things, wondering how William’s able to remain asleep through all of this but he’s not being stopped, so he won’t question it. He continues his devilish rhythm until the reaper’s hips stutter and he cums. Sebastian watches white splatter over William’s stomach and his harsh breathing slowly return to whatever was normal for a reaper.

Slowly, he removes his fingers from William’s hole and his hand from William’s mouth before producing a handkerchief from his pocket. In mere seconds, he has William cleaned up and redressed before he’s back in his bunk, pushing away the urge to take care of himself.

Below him, he hears the reaper shift and readjust himself. William’s eyes crack open as he stares at the wall he’s rolled to face, trying to comprehend what just happened. “You’re as restless as a child. You’ve told me demon’s sleep as a recreational activity yet you lay there and whine. If you’re so desperate for something to keep you busy, I’m sure you can find something to do inside the tent.”

“Oh? Are you off limits Mr. Spears?”

“Honestly. You know exactly what I meant.”

“I do and yet, you still have not told me no.”

William truly hadn’t expected Sebastian to try anything, at least, not like that and though he feels like he should feel violated or taken advantage of, he hates admitting that he’s more disappointed that’s all Sebastian did. When he’d been told that getting laid would help with his stress, he hadn’t realised how right they’d been. Perhaps tomorrow he’d make himself a more enticing target.

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“You don’t need to do this Will.”

“I’m aware of what I do and do not need to do.” Her eyes are closed and she’s sitting on a bunch of comfortable pillows on the floor between William’s legs as the other reaper sits on the bed, his long fingers playing between the strands of her thick red locks. She had a rough day with nothing going her way and it was William who he’d seen her struggle the most as even when they’d gone home together, her spirits were still down. He’s the one that decided that a bit of pampering was in order. “I honestly cannot fathom how you like your hair this long.”

She smiles, leaning in to his gentle touch. “You saw me with my shorter hair, I didn't look nearly as good, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, it looks wonderful but the upkeep and the heat during summer. I suppose I’ve never really realised just how thick it is.”

“I could say the same about a part of you.” she grins.

There’s a pause in his actions as he lets out a sigh before continuing to run his fingers through the red strands. “Honestly. I shouldn’t be surprised at this point.”

“No, you really shouldn’t.”

With another sigh, he picks up Grell’s hair brush from where he set it next to him. Starting from the top of her head, he’s gentle but firm in brushing it through her locks of hair. Grell nearly purrs at that, her body slowly falling limp at the action, enjoying every stroke. It finally feels like she’s broken through his barriers. For a man as cold and strict as William, he’s showing none of those traits now. He didn’t have to be this kind to her when they got home, he didn’t have to be so willing to try and make her day better, but he did. “Thank you, Will.” she whispers, leaning more against him.

William hums his reply, concentrating on brushing out the tangles from her hair. She’s just gotten out of the shower when he’d escorted her to the bedroom with this idea in mind, knowing how important Grell’s hair was to her. He stands by what he said before, he doesn’t understand anyone that deals with their hair being anything longer than shoulder length, but she’s proud of what she’s done for herself and she does maintain it well. “I must ask,” he says, as he uses his other hand to run those fingers through the freshly brushed hair, “have you ever thought of dyeing this another colour?”

She scoffs, “of course not! Red is a beautiful colour for everything, including hair! One is not born with such a gift and waste it by throwing it away!”

William chuckles at that, “yes, I suppose so. My mistake.”

She turns her head enough to spot William from the corner of her eye, “you know, we could always change that dull black hair of yours.”

“No. Absolutely not. You are not dyeing my hair red.”

“Fine but at the very least a dark brown?”

“No hair dye at all , Sutcliffe.” though he does reach up to run his own fingers through his hair, “do you really think it’s dull?”

She laughs, “I’m only teasing dear. Everything about you suits you perfectly, even your hair.”

“Yes, well, thank you.”

She closes her eyes again, leaning more into William as he continues to brush out the last of the tangles in her hair. He doesn’t often pamper her like this but when he does, she can tell it comes from a genuine place inside that cold fortress called his heart. He loves her and though he doesn’t say it very often, he shows it through these small things he does, through the act he’s doing now. He loves her and she loves him maybe more than she loves the colour red.

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That’s it. It’s his final straw. He’s not sure what William’s intentions were, if the younger reaper was genuinely trying to be kind to him for whatever damn reason or he was not so subtly pitying him. Either way, he’s had enough of it. WIlliam’s never been known for being kind, so obviously there had to be some ulterior motives. So he waits. He waits in the office even long after the last reaper’s gone home because he knows William's still on overtime. However long overtime lasts varies but he’s determined to finally get an answer out of the man.

Finally, after a few hours of overtime, the door to William’s office opens and the other reaper walks out, closing the door after him. Once he’s locked it and turned to leave, Eric comes from the darker end of the hall and grabs William from behind, shoving him up against the wall and pinning his arms at his sides. The shock that flashes across William’s face quickly dissolves into annoyance and even anger, “Slingby, what the hell do you think you're doing?!”

“I want answers.” Eric retorts, caging William against the wall with his body. “Answers yer gonna give me.”

William’s eyebrow twitches. “What answers do you possibly want?”

“Why the hell are you being nice to me? Everyone knows Mr. Spears isn’t nice for no goddamn reason.”

William’s lips press into a thin line, struggling against Eric’s hold but Eric’s always been stronger, so it’s easy to keep him pinned. “Let me go else I’ll provide you with overtime for a month.”

“Answers Spears. Tell me why you’ve been so generous to me. Why would you care if I followed Alan to the grave, huh? Why would you care if I’ve been takin’ care of myself? Why ?”

William still isn’t keen on answering, struggling even harder to force Eric’s hands off his arms but when he comes to realise he’s not going to be leaving without giving those answers, he lets out a long sigh and drops his defensive stance. “You’re one of my best reapers, Slingby. On the field, you nearly outbeat Sutcliffe in terms of efficiency when she’s not distracted by that bloody butler. Losing you would be a detriment to the office, that’s all.”

Eric studies William’s face, searching his eyes; he’s not telling the full truth. He’s masking it by trying to play to Eric’s ego. Perhaps what he’s saying is true but something tells Eric that it’s not just the office William would worry about losing another reaper. “You won’t get what you want if ye don’t talk to me.” With that, he kisses William. He feels the tension rise again in William’s body and he struggles once again but it lasts mere seconds before he falls limp and slowly, returns the kiss. It’s slow and soft and one Eric hasn’t shared with anyone since Alan left. He lets William’s arms go to encircle his own around William’s waist, pulling their bodies tightly together as William’s hands grip Eric’s arms.

The kiss lasts for long enough that Eric nearly forgets who he’s kissing until William slowly pulls away. There’s no soft look or admiration in those eyes, instead there’s only sadness as he glances away. “Thank you and now that you’ve had your fill, am I free to leave?”

Eric frowns, “Spears, William , ye think I’d kiss ye like that then just walk away?”

“Yes. Why on earth would you want to kiss me otherwise then out of pity for my feelings? I am not Alan, I cannot be Alan and I will not be a replacement for Alan.”

Eric tightens his arms around William’s waist, refusing to let him go. “I don’t want another Alan. I loved the lad, I loved him with everything that I am but you, and everyone else, is right. Alan’s gone. He’s gone and I can’t get him back. I’ve…slowly come to accept it, but only because of you. You’re the only one that’s cared enough to help put me back on the right track. Yer not Alan, yet never gonna be and I would never want ye to.”

William shakes his head. “You say that while I doubt you feel anything for me to begin with.”

“Aye, maybe at first, but Will, it’s hard to deny growing attached to someone when they show you how much they care. I dunno if you did it on purpose or there’s some well meaning bone in that body of yers, but you were showin’ me everyday that you did. That you care.” he removes one arm from William’s waist to take that hand and cup William’s cheek, gently coaxing his head back so their eyes lock. “Love’s a strong word, one that’s not gonna be easy for me to say again, but , with you, I think I’ll be able to find it again.”

William’s expression doesn’t betray what he’s thinking and for a long moment, Eric thinks maybe he really has read the man wrong and he’s just made a fool of himself that was until William pulled him back in for another kiss, one just as soft. “Love is a strong word and I don’t think that’s entirely what I feel for you yet,” William finally speaks, his lips brushing Eric’s, his voice barely above a whisper, “but I do feel strongly for you, a feeling I’ve not felt for anyone before.” he takes a breath, looking back into Eric’s eyes, “perhaps, you’d be willing to try?”

Eric grins at him, squeezing William’s hip, “more than willing darling.”

William’s face reddens at the pet name, turning his head again to adjust his glasses and get himself under control, “yes, well, I…I thank you, Eric, for giving me a chance.”

Eric pulls William back in for a final kiss, letting it linger, letting the unspoken words pass between their lips, “no Will, thank ye for giving me another one.”

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It’s one of those rare mornings where William wakes up in a good mood. Nothing aches overly bad, he’s slept through the night and he greets the morning sun with a deep breath, prepared for the day rather than despising the fact he has to step out of bed. Perhaps it has something to do with a little boisterous blonde he’s welcomed into his life as of life. While not someone he would have ever picked as his companion on his own, Ronald’s made his afterlife a little more bearable.

It’s also one of those rare mornings that Ronald’s in the same mood he’s usually in. He doesn’t mention much of it at first, content to share their morning coffee in peace but the insistently rubbing at his neck and frown bordering scowl on his face tells William there is obviously something amiss today. “How did you sleep?” William finally asks when he’s half way down his coffee.

“Fine.”

Even his tone is very different from Ronald’s usual. He truly is starting to sound like himself. “I see.” he sets his coffee down, checking his watch. “We have a few extra minutes before we must absolutely leave for work, so why don’t you tell me what’s wrong.”

Ronald rolls his eyes. “Nothin’s wrong sir.”

“You must think me stupid to not notice your change of demeanour.”

Ronald looks at him, almost a glare if William dares Ronald to even do such a thing before he relents and contours to rub the side of his neck. “Just slept really weird. I dunno what I did but my neck feels like it’s got a big knot in it. Tried some pain killers but they didn’t do anything.” William drums his fingers on the table before standing from his chair, coming to stand behind Ronald. The blonde turns to look back at him but William straightens his head then pushes it to the right. “Ow! Will!”

“Hush.” With Ronald’s tie already loose, he easily unbuttons the first two buttons of Ronald’s shirt and easily exposes his shoulder and neck. “Try to relax. I have a few ways of easing kinks.”

Ronald takes a deep breath, trying to do as William told him. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, honestly more ready for pain then anything but William’s touch starts very lightly at first. He doesn’t even realise William’s begun to touch him until the pressure starts to increase. Those normally cold fingers are warm on his skin and slowly, that knot begins to loosen. Then he feels William’s thumb press on his shoulder, easing it into the tense muscles. Ronald barely realises how much he’s tilted his head until William’s other hand is cupping his cheek, holding his head up. “Will?”

“You’re falling asleep on me Knox.” the words should sound annoyed but all he does sound is affectionate. “How does your neck feel?”

“Really damn good sir.” Ronald admits. “You’re really good with your fingers.”

“I’ve had plenty of experience.” William kisses Ronald’s head. “Now, does this feel good enough for you to go to work in a better mood?”

Ronald laughs. “Yeah, I think so, so long as you give me a nicer, longer massage tonight.”

“Hm, I suppose that’s doable.”

Ronald tilts his head back and pulls William down for a proper kiss. “Thanks Will. I really appreciate it, you know.”

“You needn’t thank me, Ronald. You’ve already done so much for me, it’s the least I could do.” and Ronald has done a lot for him, more than he could ever explain to Ronald.

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{Knox: 8:05 p.m} U busy?

{Spears: 8:07 p.m} Of course I am. Overtime does not stop for just anyone Knox

{Knox: 8:07 p.m} Okay okay. Sry. Just thought I’d keep u company

{Spears: 8:07 p.m} While being at home and no doubt already in bed?

{Knox: 8:07 p.m} Exactly

{Spears: 8:09 p.m} I’m not quite sure I understand how you plan to keep me company then or is texting your way of distracting me while under the guise of company?

{Spears: 8:09 p.m} Hey! Just thought I’d be a good BF and make sure my old man isn’t overworked

{Spears: 8:09 p.m} Old man. Honestly, ever since I’ve passed the four hundred mark you’ve been calling me that

{Knox: 8:10 p.m} Cuz u are

{Spears: 8:10 p.m} And you’ve passed your two hundreds by now.

{Knox: 8:10 p.m} But I’m always gonna be youthful

{Knox: 8:11 p.m} You got grey already in your hair. Might look like the Undertaker soon

{Spears: 8:13 p.m} I most certainly will not

{Knox: 8:13 p.m} Most certainly will

{Spears : 8:16 p.m} I am this close to turning off my phone Knox.

{Knox: 8:16 p.m} Sry. Just miss u is all

{Spears: 8:16 p.m} And you assumed insulting me would be the best way for me to reciprocate that loneliness?

{Knox: 8:17 p.m} Not insulting! I like older men and u look sexy with that salt and pepper going on

{Spears: 8:20 p.m} I’m turning off my phone now

{Knox: 8:20 p.m} WAIT

{Knox: 8:20 p.m} PLEASE

{Knox: 8:20 p.m} I’M SORRY

{Knox: 8:20 p.m} Your hair isn’t that grey, promise. Barely have any silver strands.

{Knox: 8:21 p.m} Will?

{Knox: 8:21 p.m} Your reading my texts so obviously you’re still there

{Knox: 8:22 p.m} Please?

{Knox: 8:22 p.m} I will beg

{Knox: 8:22 p.m} PLEEEEASE

{Spears: 8:24 p.m} There we are

{Knox: 8:24 p.m} Ur a sadist

{Spears: 8:24 p.m} So I’ve been told, yes. Now what is it you want exactly? I do have work to worry about Knox and the sooner I get it finished, the sooner I will be in bed with you

{Knox: 8:24 p.m} See that’s the thing. I started without u and I was hoping you’d help me finish

{Spears: 8:30 p.m} Excuse me?

{Knox: 8:31 p.m} Was having some really nice thoughts about u and I thought they’d keep me busy while I waited for u buuut day dreaming only does so much so I was hopin my BF would be help me along

{Knox: 8:31 p.m} Gotta admit, a little soft after that back and forth but it ain’t gonna take much to come back

{Spears: 8:34 p.m} You're masturbating while texting me?

{Knox: 8:34 p.m} I mean, if u wanna get technical, ya

{Spears: 8:36 p.m} Ridiculous. Is that what you meant by missing me?

{Knox: 8:36 p.m} Ya. I was trying to be smooth about it but it’s hard to be smooth when u can be really dense over text.

{Spears: 8:37 p.m} Again I must state. Ridiculous

{Knox: 8:37 p.m} Cmon, humour me? Help me over the edge?

{Spears: 8:37 p.m} And what would you have me say?

{Knox: 8:38 p.m} Tell me what you’d do to me if u were here right now

{Spears: 8:41 p.m} If I must indulge you so I may get back to work, I’d simply use my hand to stroke you to completion

{Knox: 8:43 p.m} Wow. OK. So, not exactly what I was thinking

{Spears: 8:43 p.m} Isn’t that what you wanted?

{Knox: 8:43 p.m} More detail Will.

{Spears: 8:45 p.m} Detail? 

{Knox: 8:45 p.m} Okay, example. If I was there with you, I'd get on my knees between those squeezable thighs of yours. Then, I'd slowly start to unbuckle your belt and unbutton your trousers. I'd pull out your shirt and push it up just to start kissing at your stomach while pulling down your zipper. I'd pull your trousers down just enough to take out that amazing cock of yours and start to place kisses up and down it, nip at the head of it, make sure it's nice and wet before slipping it into my mouth.

{Knox: 8:47 p.m}  It'd be slow at first, slowly inching down your dick until I'd have you all the way down my throat. I'd stare up at you and keep your eyes locked with mine, use my hands to touch every inch of skin I can of your stomach, reach up to your chest.

{Spears: 8:52 p.m} I see. Yes. More detail. 

{Knox: 8:52 p.m} Did that turn you on? 

{Spears: 8:53 p.m} Not at all

{Knox: 8:53 p.m} Liar

{Spears: 8:53 p.m} Aren't you the one that wanted me to give you detail? 

{Knox: 8:53 p.m} Yeah but like I said, I needed to give you an example

{Spears: 8:54 p.m} Indeed you did then. Fine. I'll give you more detail if you'll allow me to work afterwards

{Knox: 8:54 p.m} Deal now come on. I wanna hear Mr. Spears sext 

{Spears: 8:55 p.m} Honestly. How are you lying? 

{Knox: 8:55 p.m} On my back, naked, hand on my dick

{Spears: 8:56 p.m} Then I'd replace that hand. I'd use my own to touch your heated skin. I'd kiss over your hip and your stomach, trail my lips up the centre of your chest while my hand contours to slowly stroke over your flesh. I'd lay marks to your neck, suck at your collarbone, make sure everyone knows who you belong to. 

{Knox: 8:59 p.m} And I belong to you, don't I? 

{Spears: 8:59 p.m} Of course you do and when I was done with your chest, I'd return to your erection and replace my hand with my mouth, being sure you felt every inch of my throat as I swallowed you down. I'd have your hands held at your side, forcing you to take what I give you when I finally decide to take you. You'd be forced to lay underneath me as I claimed your body over and over again

{Knox: 9:02 p.m} Would you grab my throat? 

{Spears: 9:02 p.m} I would. I'd hold you down and force you to take everything I was giving you. 

{Knox: 9:03 p.m} Yeah. Yeah I like when Mr. Spears gets rough and brings the boss attitude to the bedroom 

{Spears: 9:08 p.m} You'd be screaming my name by the time I was done with you

{Knox: 9:09 p.m} Fuck I wanna scream your name right now

{Knox: 9:15 p.m} Sir? 

{Spears: 9:17 p.m} Don't you dare finish until I tell I say you can

{Knox: 9:17 p.m} Will?! 

{Spears: 9:17 p.m} Turn off your phone. We won't be needing it anymore 

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William’s not exactly sure what he’d been thinking when he’d agreed to their offer. It was one of the few times he’d been drinking and evidently, it should be his last. He had been content to watch the two of them from afar, to be quietly envious of their love and to admire each of them in their own right, he never once thought of joining them but with a few glasses of wine in his system, that’s what he’s agreed to.

He’s feeling hot under the collar, having Alan, petite and beautiful, right in front of him with hooded eyes and a sultry smile with Eric, tall and strong and handsome right behind him, those big hands on his hips. He’s sandwiched between the two, his heart hammering against his ribs as he tries to remain in control. “You can say no.” Alan tells him, those slim fingers loosening his tie, “we won’t force you if you don’t really want this.”

Did he want this? Genuinely, did he? If he wasn’t under the influence of any alcohol, would he want this? He knows very well where this is going, knows how this will end if he gives them his full consent and in a strange way, he’s nervous about how he’ll perform. He’d been so willingly abstinent up to now, having really only enjoyed sex with his wife alive and an older reaper he once looked up to in the academy. Otherwise, work had gotten in the way of any carnal desires, hell, he’d hardly even had the time, energy, or urge to even touch himself. Yet here, with them pressed so close, he can feel his body reacting. “I…” his mouth feels dry; he can’t find the words to just say it .

“C’mon Spears. Ye gotta give us more of an answer then that. This is a once and a lifetime opportunity. Dunno when I’ll wanna share again.”

“Oh please.” Alan rolls his eyes. “You’ve suggested we bring someone else into our bed plenty of times. You like watching.”

William swallows thickly when those hands on his hips grip him harder. “Aye, but only when I’m in full control. I’m willing to let Spears have some power here.”

“Oh are you? How generous.” Alan laughs softly, keeping his fingers slipping up and down William’s tie. “You still haven’t given us an answer.” William swallows again, looking Alan in the eyes then turning his head over his shoulder to look at Eric. He’s more than surprised to be kissed when he does. The sound pulled from his mouth is involuntary, a mix between a groan and surprise. One of Eric’s hands is already holding his head where it is, his lips coercing his own open. His hands search for something to grab onto and he barely recognises that Alan is the one to take them, his entire attention focused on this kiss Eric deepens by adding tongue. He hasn’t been kissed like this in such a long time that he feels almost like a virgin as he tries to meet Eric’s expertise.

When Eric breaks the kiss, he’s grinning like a fool and William’s a little dazed. “Think that’s a yes?”

“Now, now. Let him say it.” Alan says, William now realising that Alan’s put his hands on his own hips, conveniently pulled more toward his lower back.

Honestly, what’s he got to lose here? If he doesn’t go through with this, he walks away as the same man he’d come here as but if he does? He can actually let go and be someone else for an hour or so. “Yes.” he says with more confidence than he actually has. “I want this.”

“Aye, there it is.” Eric says, loosening the grip he has on William. “Ye won’t regret this Spears.”

“No you won’t.” Alan agrees, completely pressing his entire front to William’s and looking up at him with a sultry sweet smile. “Now I want a taste.” William initiates the kiss when Alan asks for it, wanting to be a willing participant. He reaches his hands up, cupping Alan’s cheeks and trying to mimic the way Eric had kissed him. It gets the reaction he wanted, Alan moaning into the kiss and his arms snaking their way around his neck.

It’s not like he can forget Eric’s behind him, the heat the man gives off is enough to remind William it’s not just him and Alan but when Eric presses completely against his back and he can feel something pressing against his rear, it gives him a start, “Eric, your…” William can’t bring himself to say it.

Instead, Eric’s pressing his lips to William’s ear, “Ye can feel it, can ye? Sorry Will, can’t help that watching Alan with someone else gets me goin’.” William tenses right up as Eric’s thick fingers trail down his chest and stomach, inching them down just a little further, “feels like yer havin’ the same problem.”

“He is.” Alan confirms, groping him right then and there. William gasps, so unused to such feelings. “I’m honoured I can invoke such reactions.” William tries to steel himself, wanting to prove that he’s not going to be some warm body they can do whatever with, but what can he really do in this situation? He’s the inexperienced one here. “You’re so quiet.” Alan comments, leaning in to kiss at his neck once he’s flipped the collar down. “I like my men to moan.”

William almost laughs at that. “I-I cannot imagine Eric making such n-noises.”

He feels Alan grinning against his skin, “oh he does. When I have him on his back, with his hands tied above his head and I’m in control, riding that long, thick , cock of his, he moans so well.”

The emphasis on thick gets to William, already feeling some of that girth even through Eric’s trousers. “Don’t go givin’ away all me secrets.” Eric huffs, wrapping his arms around William’s middle, “gotta let the lad learn on his own.”

Alan’s hands are now working on his belt, those deft fingers wasting no time getting it unbuckled, “I can’t even give him some tips?”

“Not the more juicy ones.”

“Okay, okay.” Alan smiles as he gets to his knees. “Now, let me see what I’ve been dying too, for a long while now.”

William almost grabs Alan’s hands when he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Already feeling Eric behind him, he’s terrified of disappointing Alan but instead, he forces his hands to remain at his side, a shiver running up his back as Alan carefully pulls out his erection from the confines of his trousers. He’s a little ashamed that he’s gotten this hard from mere kissing, but it really had been such a long time since he’d done anything even close to this. “Awe, ye blush so cute.” Eric tells him, “never thought I’d see the day.”

“B-Be quiet!” William tries demanding, but it comes out more of a whisper.

“Don’t tease him.” Alan says from where he is on his knees. “The last thing I want you to do is scare away such a treat.”

William looks down at Alan, his eyes locked on what the brunette is doing to him. While one hand holds his cock, the other trails feather light touches over it, running over the prominent vein and up to the tip, then back down the underside. He’s looking it over, touching it like he’s evaluating it. “You might not be as thick as Eric is, but you’re longer. I can already tell I’ll love how this’ll feel inside of me. Curved just right as well. Mm, I’m getting harder just thinking about it.” he licks his lips, then leans forward, his eyes flicking up to make sure he and William have eye contact as he licks a strip from the base of his dick all the way up to the head, dipping his tongue into the slit. William bits his lip, trying to stifle any sounds he almost makes. Seeming to sense this, Alan pouts and forgoes all playing, instead takes William into his mouth nearly to the root. “ Fuck .” William breathes out, feeling like his breath had been punched out of him, his fingers instantly finding purchase in Alan’s silky, chocolate locks.

Eric chuckles behind him, resting his chin on William’s shoulder as he watches as well. “Lad’s good with his mouth. Don’t even think he’s got a gag reflex at this point.”

William’s inclined to believe that, the way Alan’s continuously bobbing his head like he is, his throat constricting and relaxing at perfect times, the way he pauses when he’s completely down his throat to swallow. William’s now biting on one of his knuckles, his eyes glazing over as he watches Alan pleasure him like this. He swears he hits the back of Alan’s throat from time to time, Alan moaning and the vibrations sending wonderful electric sparks up his cock and to the rest of his body. “H-He’s, ah , good.”

“Aye, I know. The things I’d do to get that mouth around me.”

William can understand why with how well Alan sucks him. He hardly even notices Eric undoing the buttons of his jacket, waistcoat and shirt until he feels those hands on his bare skin. They explore his chest and stomach, touching everywhere they can on him until sliding upwards and pinching a nipple between his fingers. William’s reaction is instantaneous, crying out around his finger then biting down hard on it. Eric doesn’t stop either, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers and coupled with Alan’s mouth, he feels himself getting far too close. “Alan.” he tries to warn, tugging at his hair.

Alan doesn’t stop at the warning, instead, he doubles down, grabbing William’s hips and speeding up. William lasts an even shorter amount of time, his grip in Alan’s hair boarding painful until he releases down Alan’s throat. The brunette groans, his eyelids fluttering as he swallows down every last drop. “Lad’s full of surprises.” Eric states as Alan slowly pulls off his softening cock.

Alan’s chest heaves as he sucks in the air he’d been missing before hardly wasting any time and licking at William’s half hard erection, cleaning up any mess. William shivers at the extra stimulation, finding his knees weak. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Alan tells him, then purposefully runs his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, cleaning up any spill.

“Bloody hell…” William mutters under his breath.

Eric laughs, William’s only support to keep standing. “I know that feeling.” He helps William walk over to a chair and sits him down. “You alright?”

“I’ll be fine, yes. Just, need a moment.”

“Hopefully not a long one.” Alan says, easily sliding into William’s lap. “I want you as soon as possible.”

William glances up at Eric, then watches as Alan begins to strip right in William’s lap. “I wasn’t aware you were such a sexual creature.” he tells Alan.

Alan winks at him, letting his suit jacket follow from his arms and to the floor. “Eric’s been purposefully holding back lately,” off comes the vest then those fingers slowly pop open the buttons of his shirt; one by one revealing more and more of his milky white skin. “I think because he was preparing for this, so now I want what I’m owed.” he shrugs off the rest of his white shirt, giving William his hooded gaze again as he rests his palms to William’s chest. “You know sir, I’ve always imagined what you looked like under that suit of yours.”

William’s trying hard to keep his breathing even. “Have you?”

“Oh of course! I think everyone wonders what Mr. Spears looks like.” he leans forward, placing those sinful lips back to William’s neck, nipping at his skin. “You’re certainly even better than I imagined.” he pushes off the rest of William’s open clothing, humming pleasantly when William’s bare chested as he is. “Strong but not overly so, cut in all the right places. You know, I would love to see you be a dancer. You have the body for it.” He takes William’s hand, bringing his fingers up to his lips and kisses the tip of each.

“I do not have the skill.” William replies, watching intently as Alan takes his index finger into his mouth, sucking on it much like he had his dick. “And you are far too good with that bloody mouth.”

“I know.” Alan says with a smug smile. “How do you think I get Eric to do what I want some days? You can really bring him to his knees when you get on yours.”

William is content to watch for the moment, Alan easily wetting his fingers. “I don’t think I could please him like you can.”

“I’ll teach you.” Alan says so assuredly. “Then he won’t complain about overtime.”

The idea that Alan is willing to teach William how to please his boyfriend is surreal as it is almost exactly what William wants. “Will you?”

“Of course. We’ll teach you how to please the both of us while we learn what pleases you.” Alan looks up then around, as if to make sure Eric isn’t around and he isn’t oddly enough, “before Eric comes back, let me ask you, what do you like?”

“...like?”

“Fucking or being fucked? Or both? I know I only prefer the bottom and Eric the top, so I want to know what you’re comfortable with.”

William blinks, having not at all expected to be asked such a thing. “Ah, well, I…I’m not quite sure. It’s been too long since I’ve indulged myself in sexual activity.”

“Then we’ll see how the night goes.” he takes William’s other hand and lowers it down to his crotch. “Help? It’s a bit tight.” William’s hand reacts without his input, deftly undoing Alan’s trousers. Alan smiles, seeming to see how eager he is as he slides off William's lap and very slowly, does he shimmy out of his trousers. He sways his hips side to side and William’s mesmerized by it until Alan’s back in his lap completely naked. “Much better.” he looks down and laughs. “You have such little refractory time.” he comments, seeing how William’s already at full mast again. “You’ll fit right in with us.”

Before Alan can make a move, William reacts first, reaching for Alan’s cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. The moan he gets spurs William to stroke it, squeezing it on the up and having a looser grip on the down. Alan’s hands find themselves on William’s shoulders, a place of support as he rolls his hips in time with William’s hand, openly moaning as he enjoys himself. “Am I doing alright?”

Alan smiles at him. “ Brilliant .” he stops William’s wrist then pulls his hand open, “put yours against mine. Stroke them together.”

William blinks at that but doesn’t question Alan. He does what he’s told, pressing his cock against Alan’s and the reaction is instant. Alan grinds in his lap while William keeps his hand wrapped around both their erections, trying to process what’s happening and the difference between them. Alan was smaller then he was, a little less than an average man but it felt warm, he can feel the throbbing of Alan’s pleasure in his hand.

As the storking nearly reaches the peak, Alan stops him. He’s breathing hard, almost doubled over William. Sweat glistens on both of them in the dim, candle-lit room. “Slow down.” Alan huffs with a smile, “I want to save the best for later.”

“Ah, yes, quite right. I apologise.”

Alan clicks his tongue. “Too formal. William, we’re here for sex. You can be a little crass.” Alan has a point. He doesn't have to keep up anything here, that carefully crafted image can be set aside for the evening.

The sound Alan makes when William picks him up is exactly what William had been hoping for, his arms flying around William’s neck and his legs locking behind his back before his unceremoniously tossed to the bed. “You’re correct, Alan. I can be.”

Alan barely gets his breath back when William’s over him, kissing him with the same force Eric does when he’s been teased right up to the edge. It pulls a wanton moan from him, letting his legs fall open so William can settle between them, his hands threading in William’s dark hair. “ William .” comes Alan's pleased moan. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I didn’t think I did either, but you seem to bring out my more, adventurous side.”

“Mm, well I like this side of you.” Alan practically purrs, running his heel up William’s thigh. “You know what I’m waiting for then?”

William does know, but there is a pause when he sees Eric’s still not back from wherever he’s gone. “What of Slingby?”

“What about him?”

“Should we…wait?”

Alan cups his cheeks, pulling him in for a much sweeter kiss than any before. “No.” Alan tells him matter of factly, “I want him to see that someone else is taking just as good care of me.” William feels like they should wait, Alan isn’t his lover after all, Eric is but the more degenerate part of him is thinking Alan’s right. Show Eric what it means to leave in the middle of a scene. 

He doesn’t tell Alan that, however, instead sits up on his knees, letting his hands glide down Alan’s body all the way until they rest on his hips, his eyes locked on the red erection pressing against Alan’s stomach. It’s obvious Alan hadn’t been lying when he said he liked this side of William, he was quite ready to go. “Allow me to pleasure you for a moment then.”

Alan bites the tip of his fingernail, feigning an all too sweet look. “What’ll you do sir?”

What will he do indeed. Perhaps he can return the favour to Alan. He lowers his mouth to Alan’s neck, slowly kissing down, over his chest, down his stomach until he’s positioned between his spread legs. He doesn’t waste much time in taking hold of Alan’s erection, delighted in the quiet gasp he gets. He isn’t quite sure what he should do on this end, but decides to follow Alan’s lead; he leans in and kisses the tip of Alan’s cock, feeling smug when it twitches in his grip. He turns his head and places kisses all down the length of it. Alan’s fingers are back in his hair, a pleading look on his face so William decides to give him what he wants, sliding the head past his lips.

He knows he’s nowhere near as good as Alan at giving head. He’s only done it a couple of times and even then, it was just for makeshift lube instead of pleasure, so he hopes he’s doing something Alan likes. Alan’s gripping at his hair still and moaning so lovely, so he assumes he’s doing a decent enough job. He’s got a high pink flush on his cheeks, his eyes glazing over and his mouth opened in a perfect O shape, lips glistening with saliva. He’s a sight and William commits it to memory.

There is something he recalls doing with his wife, however. He pulls off Alan’s erection for a moment to soak his fingers in his own saliva, trying to make a show of it for the brunette. Seeming to sense what William is going to do, he opens his legs wider, lifting his hips up. “Good boy.” he tells Alan before returning to his previous position. He keeps Alan distracted with his mouth, he brings his fingers down to Alan’s entrance and carefully circles his index finger around the rim. 

He knows not to rush this, carefully interesting his finger and watching for Alan’s reaction. “ Ugh , c’mon Will! I need more!” Alan whines, thrusting his hips downward onto William’s finger.

Somehow, William should have guessed. If from what he felt and what Alan’s said, Eric’s broken Alan in far more than his fingers ever could, so he obeys Alan’s whims, quickly inserting that last two. That gets Alan to cry out and arch his back, his fingers tightening in WIlliam’s hair. “Like that?” William teases.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah, like that .” William smirks, sitting back, watching Alan’s face as he thrusts his fingers, barely brushing the spot that makes him squirm. He’s achingly hard again, eager to get a taste that he’s been offered.

Alan’s ready for him, but he’s having a little too much fun making Alan squirm, the brunette thrusting his hips down hard on William’s fingers, even reaching to play with his own nipples while gnawing at his bottom lip. He looks delicious like this and William wishes he could take a photo of it, just for something to keep him company on lonely nights.

His rhythm falters when there’s another pair of hands on him, gripping his arse as Eric leans over him, bare chest pressed to his bare back. “Look at ye Alan. You look wrecked.”

“I am! He’s teasing me!” Alan whines, trying to get William to continue his thrusting.

“You’re gonna need this then.” Eric says, showing William a bottle of lube. “Lemme put it on fer ya.”  William’s breath hitches as Eric wraps a hand around him, purposefully squeezing as he coats his erection with the lube. “I‘m a little upset ye started without me. I was trying to be the responsible one and you two just get right into it. I love watchin’ Alan get worked up.”

Alan swallows, sitting up on his elbows as he watches Eric play with WIlliam’s cock. “You wouldn’t believe it Eric. He picked me up and tossed me onto the bed!”

Eric chuckles, sliding his fingers right down to the base of William’s cock and wrapping them around it. “Oh really Spears? Now I really wished I woulda seen that.”

“I-I don’t know what came over me.” William swallows, hating the tight feeling around him, “Eric please .”

“Hey, I’m just makin’ sure ye don’t cum too early.”

“I won’t! Just, remove your fingers!”

Eric smirks, nuzzling against William’s neck, William feeling that goatee brush his sensitive skin. “Never thought I’d hear the boss beg either.”

“Don’t tease him too much yet.” Alan says, “I want him to give his best performance.”

“Ah fine, fine.” he slowly unwraps his fingers, playfully shoving William forward, forcing him over Alan again. “Put on a show for me Spears.”

“...pardon?”

“What?”

“Wouldn’t you…you want to watch Alan instead?”

“Oh no.” Once again Eric’s hands are on his arse, giving both cheeks a generous squeeze, “I wanna watch what I’ll be having after yer done with Alan.”

He doesn’t get much time to think about that implication when Alan’s legs hook behind his back, Alan forcing his attention back on him. “Hey, you’re fucking me, remember? And I’ve been awfully patient!” William nods, because of course Alan has. Now that Eric’s let him go again, he tries to put the Scotsman out of his mind for now, rising back to his knees and taking his own cock in hand. It’s surprising how foreign this feeling is to him, to hold his own cock like this. It almost doesn’t feel like it’s his own hand, but he uses that hand to line himself up with Alan’s entrance before pushing inside.

He plans to go slow at first, let Alan adjust to something inside him, but the way Alan’s legs are eagerly trying to pull him in faster, he once again remembers who his partner is. Instead, he thrusts completely inside all at once; the reaction is instantaneous. Alan cries out once more, back bowing and nails scratching over William’s shoulders. At first, William worries he’d actually hurt Alan, but then the brunette is looking back at him with a fucked out look, he knows he made the right move.

He takes no time to begin thrusting, pulling out nearly all the way, just until the tip is inside then slams back in full force. Alan cries out again and his nails dig into his skin. It’s a rewarding feeling, to be giving Alan pleasure like this, to set a steady rhythm and watch as Alan falls away to pleasure. A pleasure William can understand. Being inside Alan is a pleasure all on its own. He’s warm and it feels like his walls squeeze him every time he thrusts inside. It’s hard to keep himself in check, to not completely lose himself. “More! More, William, please !” Alan begs him.

That’s his last straw. He sits back and yanks Alan’s hips toward his own, thrusting at a more brutal pace, striking violently inside Alan. The brunette is trying to match William’s pace, chanting William’s name like it’s a prayer. William likes this feeling of total control, of watching someone squirm because what he’s doing, hear them call out his name.

Alan’s cry when William strikes just right is one of pure pleasure. Those nails dig deep into his back and Alan’s yanking him closer, pulling him into a biting kiss as he forces William to keep hitting the same spot over and over again. Each time he does, Alan clenches around him even tighter, as if he’s begging for William to stay inside. “Yes! I’m so close! Will, more!”

William’s breathing hard, both of them covered in sweat but he doesn’t stop until he gives Alan the orgasm he’s been craving. He reaches down, stroking Alan’s cock in time with his thrusts, watching as Alan completely falls away to the pleasure. It’s not long before Alan’s back arches one last time and he cries out, spilling himself over William’s hand and over his stomach.

William wants to continue until he finds his own release but he stops himself, knowing that the night isn't over and unsure if he could have two orgasms so close together and try for a third. Instead, he holds himself still as Alan falls limp on the bed, panting with his eyes closed. “Mmmmm.” Alan hums pleasantly. “That was good.” His eyes are partly open and he smiles at William. “You’re good.”

“Am I?”

“Very. I can see myself asking for more later on.”

“More?”

“Yes more. I’m greedy.” Alan laughs. The idea that Alan wants more from him is almost enough for him to continue but he steals himself and slowly pulls out. He and Alan both moan at the feeling, Alan closing his legs and frowning, “well now I feel empty.”

“Maybe if ye ask nicely, I can fill you back up after I’m done with Spears.”

William barely gets to turn around before Eric rather forcefully pushes him to his back. He wants to demand that Eric be a little more considerate but his eyes land on what the Scotsman’s packing and his words die. Alan hadn’t been kidding when he said thick. Eric is big and he has no idea how that will fit inside of him. “William?” Alan asks, seeming to notice his sudden frozen state.

“That…how does that thing fit in anyone?!” William asks incredulously. “It’s…it’s so big .”

Eric chuckles, hands on his hips and standing proud at the foot of the bed. William had always assumed Eric talked a big game to make up for his lack of endowments. He now sees, Eric talks a big game because he can . “Alan said the same thing once.”

“I did.” Alan admits, having moved to his knees. “But it didn’t take long before I was hooked on it.” he reaches over, grabbing William’s arm, “but this’ll only happen if you’re okay with it. If Eric’s size intimidates you too much, you can watch Eric and I as an example of how it, fits?”

The idea of that thing inside of him both terrifies him and sends a rush of arousal straight to his dick. He’d never thought of being dominated by a man like Eric but it’s a strangely addicting idea, to be at the mercy of Eric, manhandled in any way, forced to take what Eric gives. “No, I…I do, want to try.”

“Don’t worry Spears, I’ll go easy on ye. Ye’ll enjoy it.”

Obviously if small, little Alan is capable of handling it, William can as well. “I trust you.”

“Good.” Alan says for Eric before pulling William into another kiss.

William goes with it easily, reaching over to cup Alan’s cheek and indulge in another deep kiss. He nearly forgets what he just agreed to until Eric’s spreading his legs so he can kneel between them. At that, William breaks the kiss and looks at Eric, watching him lube up his fingers with a grin. “Don’t mind me. A distraction will help.” he cocks an eyebrow, “never asked, have ye been on this end before?”

“O-Once, but quite some time ago. In the academy.”

“Ah, so yer pretty much a virgin then. Gonna be as tight as one.” William jumps at the coolness of Eric’s finger that gently rubs around the rim of his entrance. “What about fingering yourself?”

“No…no, I…I don’t.” 

“Do ye masturbate at all?”

William swears he flushes redder than he ever has before. “No.”

The gasp he lets out is involuntary as Eric pushes a finger inside him. Eric really is a big man with such thick fingers, one already feels like two. “‘s a shame Spears. How are ye gonna know what ye like if ye don’t try things out?”

Alan lays next to William, letting his fingers dance across his chest while resting his head to William’s shoulder. “I don’t think Mr. Spears understands what self-pleasure is.”

He really didn’t, so even to have these two giving so much attention to his body has him in awe. “Well, we’re gonna show you what it means to feel good.” Eric promises him, slowly sliding in a second finger. William tenses at that, his hand snapping down to grab Eric’s wrist as his first reaction. He really hadn’t done this in so many years, it feels foreign and uncomfortable. “Will?”

“Just…just a second, please.”

“Aye, ‘course.”

Eric captures his lips in a kiss seconds after and William is once again at Eric’s mercy. The man knows how to kiss and it’s a distraction from the two fingers spreading him open. They scissor inside him, trying to open him up slowly and the longer Eric kisses him, the looser he begins to feel. That was until Eric slipped in a third finger and William digs his fingers into the blankets. Eric deepens the kiss and it almost works but that burning is still there. He doubts that pain would fully go away until Alan’s mouth is back around his cock. He jumps, his body stimulated in both pleasure and pain. Alan’s skill easily helps get him over the hump of that burn and very slowly, he feels himself thrusting down on Eric’s fingers. “Ah there we go.” Eric whispers against his lips. “Think you’re ready.”

William trusts Eric. Part of him still thinks Eric’s too big to fit, but he trusts Eric to make this feel good for him. So as Eric slowly removes his fingers and Alan lifts off his cock, he watches Eric line himself up with his hole. He takes a deep breath, watching intently until Eric decides it’s best to keep him distracted. His hand is so suddenly around his throat, holding him down as he slowly pushed inside. William’s breath escapes him, his hands grabbing at Eric’s hands, at first, wanting to try and pry away Eric’s hand but when Alan is busy stroking his cock again with Eric’s hand heavy around his throat, it’s a strange subspace he falls into. There’s pain as Eric’s thick cock spreads him open more than he’s ever been, thrusting deeper and deeper inside but pleasure as Alan plays with him mixed with the security of Eric’s hand.

When Eric’s fully seated, he stops to give William a moment to breathe. He looks William over carefully while Alan doesn’t stop his storking. “Are ye alright Will?”

The tight grip around his throat eases enough for him to speak, for him to breathe. Part of him feels this experience is too overwhelming and he wants to claw back that control but strangely, the bigger part of him wants this to continue. He wants to see this through. “Y-Yes. Please, c-continue.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” It’s then Eric begins a merciless pace. William can’t even cry out with Eric’s hand tight around his throat again. His body feels like it’s on fire, his eyes growing glassy and teary eyed, his body unconsciously meeting each of Eric’s thrusts as it begins to feel undoubtedly good . His fingers tighten in the blankets of the bed, his lip almost bleeding from how hard he’s biting it. Alan hasn’t stopped stroking him either, bringing him ever closer to his completion. 

Eric’s thrusts are strong and deep, hitting him in his deepest and sweetest spot and that does send a tear down his cheek, his body so unused to such pleasure. Eric just smirks down at him, continuing his brutal assault on William’s nerves until William’s been pushed to his limit. Already holding himself back with Alan, it’s impossible to bold back any longer and in a wordless cry, he cums, spilling over Alan’s hand.

Eric makes a deep groan in his throat and suddenly William feels a warm liquid inside of him, making him shiver and his eyelids flutter. It coats his insides and as Eric slowly pulls out, it slowly dribbles out as he falls limp on the bed. He can’t say exactly what happened the few minutes after, his mind simply swimming in a state of bliss but when he does come back to his senses, he finds himself tucked into bed with Alan and Eric either side of him. “Spears? Ye with us now?” Eric asks, laying on his side facing William with his arm propping up his head.

“I…I am. Yes.”

“Oh good.” Alan sighs relieved, resting his head on William’s chest. “Then? How was that?”

William automatically slips his arms around Alan, trying to think of a way to put his thoughts into words. “It…it was good. Fantastic. Sublime . I don’t think I’ll have another experience like that again.”

“Not until the next time.” Eric states far too matter of factly for William to brush it off as a joke.

“Next time?”

“Aye. Next time. What? Ye’d think Alan and I would let ye sleep in our bed if we were just looking for a one night shag?”

“I, well, truthfully, I wasn’t aware what would happen afterwards. I assumed you’d both want me gone.”

“No no no.” Alan assures, snuggling closer. “I did say we’d teach you what we both like didn’t I? While we find what pleases you the most?”

William swallows. “You meant that?”

“Why would I have said it otherwise?”

“I’m…not sure.”

“Spears, this isn’t a one time thing. At least, Al and I don’t want it to be. Aye, I like inviting someone into our bed every now and then to spice things up and aye, maybe I like watching Alan with someone else but with you, it’s not like that.”

“Eric’s right. We had a long talk about what we wanted before we invited you to dinner. While yes, having bragging rights that you got Mr. Spears into bed is a bonus, both Eric and I have found ourselves attracted to you on a more intimate level.” Alan kisses his cheek. “We want you and I don’t just mean for sex.”

William has to let those words sink in, hardly feeling Eric’s fingers stroking his hair or Alan’s lips placing butterfly kisses down his neck. “Surely you’re joking.”

“No.” Eric answers. “Alan and I don’t joke around like that.”

“We don’t.” Alan agrees. “So, officially, Eric and I would like to open up our relationship to involve you, if that’s something you’d want.”

William feels like he would need to think long and hard about a choice like that but he answers before he even hears the end of Alan’s sentence, “yes. I’d want that.”

Eric grins and tilts William’s head toward him for a kiss. “Good because the both of us want you.”

“We very much do.” Alan nods, pulling William’s head toward him for another kiss.

William can feel his cheeks heating in embarrassment again but his heart hammers hard behind his ribs, hardly believing he’d find a single person to love him, let alone two.

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“Ugh, Will! I’m so bored!”

William sighs, not even sparing a glance over his shoulder as he knows Grell is curled up on the couch where he’s forced her to stay wrapped up in a blanket since the bed was “too far from her prince”. Instead, he’s busy making tea and soup for his lover who’s fallen ill with a cold. “You need to relax, Grell. Surely you’ll find something on the telly that’ll keep you interested, yes? Halloween is approaching soon, so I’m sure you’ll be able to find something there.”

“I’ve seen all the good ones hundreds of times. Besides, I need to do something more than just lay here.”

“You’re ill and I will not have you even entertaining the idea of going out. Now, tea’s ready and I have soup nearly done as well.”

He hears her sigh before sneezing into the crook of her elbow, “ugh, fine. At least I have a handsome nurse looking after me.”

“If I didn’t, you’d be sicker than a dog by now.”

“I would not! I know how to take care of myself!”

“Says the woman who would leave my flat to join her mates at some pub when she can hardly stand.” He sets the cup and bowl on a tray, taking the items to Grell. Her nose is red, her hair’s a mess and her cheeks are flushed. She certainly looks a sight. “Now be good and allow me to take care of you, especially if you want to feel better by the time your annual Halloween party starts.”

She pouts, even as she accepts the tray he sets on her lap. She has a box of tissues next to her and she’s as bundled up in her blankets as she can be, her hands the only thing uncovered by the thick blanket. “I suppose you have a point.” She reaches for the tea first, surprised by the earthy taste. “What sort of tea is this?”

“Ginger. It’ll help.”

“You and your tea cupboard. You have one for every occasion, don’t you?”

“Of course and evidently, it comes in handy. Now drink up and eat your soup. I want you to feel better and I want you off my couch.”

“And in your bed?”

William rolls his eyes. “Sex is off the table until I know you’re feeling better.”

She pouts again. “So mean! Don’t you know it helps to sweat out a fever?”

“No sex, Grell.”

“Oh fine!”

Despite the front she puts up, she is grateful to have someone care about her enough to help her get better. William’s obviously never been known for being kind and gentle but she can tell that he genuinely does care and worry about her health. He wouldn’t have gone through the effort to make the tea and soup otherwise, or even let her stay with him at the risk of getting sick himself. She’s honestly surprised William’s never come down with something considering she thought he didn’t care much about his health but from what he’s shown her today, he has remedies to alleviate symptoms of any such ailment. “Thank you Will. Really. I know you probably weren’t expecting me to stay here as long as I am, but I appreciate you taking care of me.”

William sighs but he offers her a small smile. “I’d rather you be here getting better than at home throwing your health to the wind. A silly thing to worry about being a reaper, I know, but I’d rather be on the safe than sorry end.”

“I suppose I understand and still, thank you darling.”

“Well, you’re welcome Grell. Now drink and eat up. Afterwards I want you to go back to bed and try to sleep, alright? Sleep should help as well.”

“Would you lay with me?”

He looks at her and she expects her teasing to get another eye roll, his eyes soften instead, “if that’ll help, of course.” her cheeks flush for a different reason but she knows she couldn’t be in any better hands.

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He hadn’t meant to hear or see any of this. It was an accident. Of course it was. He had paperwork he wanted to hand in and for once, William wasn’t in his office and Ronald knew William took his work home on those days that he didn’t want to be locked up in his office. He’d knocked on the door to be polite, hopefully offer William his work then maybe a free coffee to smooth over the interruption at home but the entire flat was dark. He couldn’t see a single light on and the curtains were all drawn. Maybe, if he was lucky, William had turned in early and he could simply pick the lock and slide in his papers with the rest of the work and William would be none the wiser that he’d been late.

It’s easy enough getting inside and he’s not at all surprised to see William’s place reflects the man pretty much perfectly, just with a little more blue than he’d originally suspected. It’s a warm, cosy place that he wouldn’t mind spending evening’s in but obviously that would only happen if William would A. agree to go out with him and B. return his affections which it would have to be a cold day in hell for that to happen.

He sneaks around as quietly as he can, trying to figure out where William would leave his paperwork when he hears it. He’s stunned for a moment, thinking he might have been hearing things when he hears it again, louder this time. He swallows and sets his paperwork on the coffee table before following the sound to what he assumes is the bedroom. Oh he can hear it alright, it’s hard to mistake it for anything else. William sounds like he’s trying to hold himself back but the moans are being forced out of him and seeing how the door is still open just a crack, he steels himself and takes a peek inside.

His eyes fly wide when he sees what he does. William, on his knees on the bed, facing the door with his eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in silent cries while his skin glistens in the candlelight. His cock is hard and red at the tip but Ronald’s even further surprised to see who his partner is. The ruby eyes of the demon are hard to miss, those pale arms wrapped securely around William’s chest, pressed tightly against William’s back as those lips nip across his throat leaving dark marks and even a bit of blood. “How lovely you look William, completely at my mercy like this.”

William makes no remark in turn, instead only clutching tighter to the arms around him. Ronald swallows again, his eyes only trained on William. He knows he should report this, that there is indeed a reaper having relations with a demon but he can’t. He simply can’t. His own cock is hard in his trousers and he waits only seconds more before pulling himself free of its confines and slowly stroking his own erection. To see William like this had been a dream he’d had multiple times. The older reaper had been in various positions, forced to take whatever Ronald was giving him but to see him like this outside of his dreams was far more delicious. He bites his lower lip to keep as quiet as he can, wanting nothing more than to see William brought to completion, to see what he looks like when he’s enduring such intense pleasure.

By accident, he presses a little too hard on the door. The very slight creak is enough for Seabstian to freeze completely. William doesn’t seem to have heard it, instead registering that Sebastian's stopped. “What? Is something wrong?” his voice is rough and breathy and Ronald dearly wants to be in Sebastian’s position.

“No. No, not at all my sweet.”

“Sweet? When have you ever–”

“Hush.”

William’s brows draw together. “Michaelis?” Ronald only blinks before the door is swinging wide open and Sebastian is throwing him to the floor. His face goes red instantly. “Knox?! What in the hells are you doing here?!”

“He was enjoying himself.” Sebastian states, grabbing Ronald by the scruff of his neck and yanking him to his feet. “My my, how rude.”

Ronald instantly covers himself, trying to squirm out of the demon’s hold but of course, Sebastian is too strong for him. “I-I can explain sir!”

“You damn well better!”

Sebastian hums, flicking his eyes to William who’s wrapped his lower half in a blanket, his face just as red as Ronald’s both with embarrassment and anger. “--and I just wanted to give you my paperwork!”

“So you thought you’d break into my home?!”

“...kinda?”

Sebastian hums again, a wicked grin on his face. “Now this is certainly a predicament. If we let Mr. Knox go, who’s to say he won’t tell us my dear? But he also requires punishment for interrupting our alone time, doesn't he?”

“I won’t tell, I promise!”

“Then why don’t we come to a compromise.”

“Compromise?!” William blinks. “What on earth could you be thinking?”

“While we continue my dear, we allow Mr. Knox to watch. He will be banned from participating, but I believe he’s already quite enjoyed the show.”

Ronald swallows, trying to give William the puppy eyes. “You’re serious?” William deadpans.

“Very.”

William’s eyes flick between Ronald and Sebastian then down to Ronald’s hands. He’s not exactly sure what’s going on and what makes him think this would be a good idea but he wants to finish what Ronald interrupted. “Yes. Fine. Just finish what you started demon.”

Ronald drops to his knees when Sebastian lets him go. “You may only watch, remember that reaper.” Sebastian tells Ronald again before taking William into his arms and kissing him.

Ronald swallows, sitting back on his knees as his eyes remain locked on William. It’s like he forgets Ronald’s there the moment Sebastian’s returned to him. The demon’s arms wrap around William’s waist, his hands touching all the spots Ronald wants to. Instead, he watches and strokes himself imagining Sebastian as him. He would be the one to massage every inch of William’s skin, the one to grab William’s waist, the one to force those moans from his mouth. He groans himself, his eyes trailing from William’s face down to his cock again, the urge to touch it strong but he keeps himself on his knees. “Look at him, William.” Sebastian whispers into William’s ear as he continues to piston his hips, “watch him enjoy your body.”

William clutches hard at Sebastian’s arms, forcing his eyes open to meet Ronald’s gaze. Such an intense look has him actually moan. He’d never been watched like this, to have someone so enthralled with him. His eyes flick down to watch Ronald’s hand. “ Fuck .”

Sebastian chuckles, “indeed William. He wants you but he cannot touch you. Isn't this the most ideal punishment?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Now cum for me darling. Let him see you lose yourself completely.”

William follows the order as if his body is programmed to do so. He tosses his head back and is lost in a bliss he only ever feels with Sebastian. His body trembles and Sebastian is the only thing holding him up. Ronald stares at him with undying adoration and he’s not entirely sure what to do as not even Sebastian’s finished. “Enjoy yourself William?” asks the demon in his ear.

“Yes…”

“Then perhaps the little reaper on the floor has learned his lesson, don’t you think? Shall we invite him into your bed?” 

William’s still breathing hard, his eyes never leaving Ronald’s as Ronald’s never leave his. He looks so eager, so inviting and with how hard he is, it would be almost cruel to deny him at least a touch. So leaning back into Sebastian, he beckons Ronald forth and the reaper wastes no time joining the two of them.

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He’s not one for mornings. In fact, he’s willing to say that he hates them. Being forced to leave his warm, comfortable bed and the embrace of his lover to deal with, more often than not, annoying coworkers and endless paperwork with run of the mill collections, was not something he found enjoyment in. He’d much rather remain in bed, at least just for one day. How William is able to get up at such early hours and still function is mindblowing to him, especially come winter, when the mornings are so much colder.

The only thing that makes getting out of bed on freezing winter morn’s, is the steamy hot shower. Usually, he takes it alone, soaking up the heat from the water and dreading exiting the warmth but this morning, he’s greeted to a treat. William, being William, is up at his usual ungodly hour but Alan doesn’t hear the sound of a shower like he tends to. Instead, he hears sounds in the kitchen, the brewing of coffee, sizzling of eggs and maybe sausage, then nothing. He finds it off but not off enough to warrant getting out of bed until his own alarm goes off two hours later.

When he pulls himself out of bed and sluggishly makes his way to the washroom, he lets out an undignified shout when William slips his arms around him from behind. “My apologies.” he says and Alan can hear the amusement in his tone, “I hadn’t meant to scare you.”

“I’m sure.” Alan mutters, leaning into William’s embrace. “Were you waiting for me to get up?”

“As I do, yes, but now I believe it’s time for us to shower before work.”

Alan blinks. “You mean…together?”

“Indeed. Together.” William rotates them around so he’s pulling Alan into the washroom before turning Alan in his arms to kiss him. Alan accepts the kiss, melting into the affection as William undresses him before finally parting. He’s only a little flustered to realise William’s naked as well before the older reaper reaches in to turn the shower on. “I know mornings are hard on you but I thought I’d make this one slightly more enjoyable.”

Alan not so subtly flicks his eyes down then back up. “Oh you are already accomplishing that.” William chuckles as he steps into the shower, pulling Alan with him. It’s almost instinct to maon once the hot water hits his skin. It had already been so cold in the bedroom outside of his nice warm blankets but William already seems to know what to do. He physically melts into the older reaper when William’s fingers start massaging his scalp, running shampoo through his brown locks. He simply closes his eyes and allows himself to enjoy what Wiliam’s doing to him along with the heat from the water.

“Close your eyes for me.” William orders and he obeys without hesitation seconds before water rushes over him completely. He feels William’s fingers once again running through his hair, pulling back his bangs and making sure all the shampoo is washed out. He shivers at the attention, his body having not been relaxed like this in quite a long time. “How are you feeling?”

“Bloody wonderful.” Alan borderline moans. “I’m not sure how this is meant to help me get out of bed. I’m ready to go back to it.”

“Well, you’re free to enjoy it for now.” William tells him, still sounding utterly amused by Alan’s lack of bones.

Alan smiles to himself, not even daring to open his eyes as William continues on with the shower. He’s taken soap and begun to wash over all of Alan’s body, massaging the sections he washes as well. He feels good, almost too good. He wasn’t lying when he told William he was more eager to get back to bed, but he enjoys the treatment for now because he knows William may be sweet right now, but his boss wouldn’t give him a day off just because he was pampered in the morning. Regardless, he takes advantage of every moment, wanting this time together to last for as long as possible. He doesn’t want William to stop touching him, he doesn’t want to step out of the cold outside the hot water and he doesn’t want to go to work. “What about you?” Alan asks as William’s hands come to a stop on his arms.

“This morning has been about you, Alan. Worry not about me.”

“It just seems unfair.” Alan protests, finally opening his eyes and bushing back his bangs. “Wouldn’t you like the same treatment?”

“Perhaps but we are running out of time. We do have a schedule to keep.”

Alan frowns, letting his eyes gaze over William’s nude for him as his hands rub against the older reaper’s chest. “You know you look incredibly attractive wet, don’t you?”

“You will not be putting us behind schedule.” William states, taking Alan’s hands. “Perhaps tonight, I may draw us a bubble bath and we can enjoy each other in that.”

Alan’s already dreaming of tonight with that suggestion. “Fine and you promise? You won’t be complaining about overtime?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Then I’ll hold you to it.” he pulls William in for a kiss under the downpour of the shower, hoping, almost pleading, for just a few minutes longer before they really need to get out and face the cold, freezing world.

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It’s as William promised. When the day finally came to an end and they were back in William’s flat, the older reaper had taken the liberty of preparing them a bath while Alan undressed in the bedroom. There were no words spoken as William took Alan’s hands to lead him towards the tub and a kiss was shared before William stepped in first before Alan followed suit. A long, relieved sigh escapes him as he leans back against William and he closes his eyes, simply just enjoying the feeling of existing with the man behind him.

He barely opens his eyes when he feels William’s soapy hands on his skin, slipping up his arms and over his shoulders before running down his torso but stops him before he can travel any further. Instead, he shifts up onto his knees, turning to face William and takes the soap into his own hands. William had given him a curious look before realising what Alan intended to do and force once, he doesn’t complain about being pampered, even just a small bit.

Alan’s hands copy what William had done to him, running them over William’s arms and over his shoulders before gliding them down his torso. He takes his time, feeling each muscle twitch under his touch and admiring the look on William’s face as the older man tilts his head back and breathes deeply. Alan’s pleased to see William enjoying himself because he deserves this every now and then. The man works too hard and Alan can feel the tension in his muscles, something that doesn’t come as a shock. He thinks about chiding William for his bad habits but he knows it’ll fall on deaf ears like it had many a time before.

He leans forward, capturing William’s lips in a rather sweet kiss as he keeps up his massage and washing of William’s body. William returns the kiss with one just as soft and sweet, easily relaxed under Alan’s touch. The man truly is something to look at when he’s not all stiff before his desk. He’s tall and lean with just the right amount of muscle and elegance. Alan knows he’s not the only one to fantasise about William’s physique but now he’s the only one that gets to see it. 

He slots himself into William’s lap, dragging his soapy hands up William’s neck to get at the tension he holds there as well. William doesn’t say anything as he allows Alan to do what he wants, simply tilting his head back again to allow Alan all the access he needs and being the cheeky reaper that he can be, Alan leans down and nips at William’s skin. He grins to himself at the quiet groan the older man lets out and for a moment, he’s far more interested in getting out of the bath and take him to bed but Alan steels himself and continues to please William the best he can.

William’s hands are secure on his hips and their words are spoken through their eyes that lock again before sharing another kiss. While Alan had always looked forward to spending every second he can with the man he doesn’t often get to see privately do to William’s commitment to his job, he couldn’t explain to anyone just how much he loved it.

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“Ronald? Are you ready to go?”

“No!”

William glances up from his cufflinks, having expected Ronald’s answer to be quite the opposite. The boy loved dressing up and going out. While William did not typically join him for those parties where far beyond his level of comfort, Ronald had informed him that he’d been invited to a more tame party later that evening and offered William the chance to go with him. He promised there was going to be more William’s kind of scene then Ronald’s but the blonde still wanted a reason to dress up. So when Ronald tells him ‘no’ William’s curious if Ronald’s had a change of mind but when he comes around the corner with his tie dangling around his neck, William understands. “Ah. I see.”

Ronald’s outright pouting. His right arm is in a sling due to an unfortunate accident in the office. “Yeah! I can’t fix my tie!”

“You know there is no qualms asking for help.” William tells him.

Ronald rolls his eyes. “That’s rich comin’ from you.”

“Yes, I suppose so.” William stands directly in front of Ronald, taking the two ends of the tie. “A bowtie, interesting.”

“What? What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing, nothing. Merely, you usually have a preference for neckties.” he answers, easily fixing Ronld’s tie with quick work of his fingers.

“Yeah, well, I noticed you were wearing one, so…thought we could match a bit.”

William glances down at himself, unaware that his choice in tie would affect anything more than the style of his suit tonight. “You wanted to match?”

“Yeah, I mean, just a little bit. I dunno how you do with matchy couple things, so, didn’t wanna push it.”

William can only smile at that and press a kiss to Ronald’s temple. “You’re a sweet young man.”

“Does this sweet young man get a proper kiss at all?” William cups Ronald’s jaw and gives Ronald what he requested. It’s a warm, gentle kiss but one Ronald forces William to keep for as long as possible before he lets the man go. “I like those kisses.”

“As do I my dear.” he turns toward the door and holds out his arm. “Now, we must make haste if we are not to be late.”

“Right. No point in helping me with my tie if I take you back to bed.” the blonde jokes, hooking his arm around William’s.

“Indeed but I will help you remove it later.”

Ronald leans into William, feeling content and loved for once. “I’m holding you to it.”

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“You have far too much faith in me, Sutcliffe.” William says to her, peering over the items she’s given him.

“You’ve seen me put on my face enough, haven’t you?”

“Yes but I’ve never paid much attention to the details.” He picks up the eyeliner. “I know only a few of these items and what to do with them. Goodness knows why you have so many brushes as well.”

She wraps her arms around William from behind, kissing his cheek. “You’ll be fine Will. Besides, I did my end of the bet and now you do yours.”

William frowns, looking at himself in the mirror then Grell over his shoulder. “May I change the terms of said bet?”

“Nope!” she pushes her cheek against his. “Come now Will, I even went through the trouble of buying products that’ll match you!”

William makes a face of discontent but he knows Grell won’t let this go until she sees him in every product she’s laid out for him. “Fine. I’ll…do my best.” he waves the eyeliner he still holds, “do I need to put this on? Eyeshadow, fine, but eyeliner is just far too close to my eye.”

Grell clicks her tongue, plucking the pencil from his fingers. “Okay, everything except eyeliner.”

“Thank you.” he sighs in relief. “Alright, then, I suppose I best get this over with.”

Grell removes his glasses for him. “You’ll be fine Will. I have faith in you.”

“I’m glad someone does.” he replies, blinking a few times when his vision becomes blurry. He picks up the handheld mirror Grell hands him and holds it close to his face. Grell gives him one more kiss before she leaves and he’s already dreading this process. He never once thought he’d be wearing makeup but it was the terms of their bet. If Grell could go a whole day at work without a single piece of makeup, he’d wear a full face for a day. Thankfully, she agreed that he wouldn’t have to go to work with any of it on but still, he feels extremely out of his comfort zone. “Right. Alright. What does she normally put on first? Was it…foundation? Or concealer? Bloody hell this sounds ridiculous.”

He picks up one of the bottles and holds it close enough to read the label. Foundation. She said she purchased these items specifically to match his skin tone and he hopes she meant that. He’d already feel silly with it on let alone if it looked mismatched. Sighing, he squirts some of it onto his finger and bites the bullet by rubbing it over his skin. It’s a strange feeling, having something covering his face like this but the more he puts on, the less it feels suffocating. “Do I need this then?” he asks himself when he picks up the only other bottle he knows is concealer. He feels like he’s covered his full face, so he doubts this would be needed.

He’s not sure what to pick next. Out of all the items she’s laid out for him, he only really recognises the eyeshadows which begs another question. What shade would even look good on him? He’s never been one for colours save blue but would blue work? Is that even the next step? He picks up the palette, not at all surprised by the variety of colours on it and thankfully, there is a pale blue that he could perhaps pull off? Does he need a brush for this or does he just use his finger again? There’s nothing inside the container so he assumes his finger will work.

He actually hesitates a moment before brushing some of the pale blue dust onto his finger and dabs it over his closed eyelid. He uses the mirror to make sure he gets it where he should, thankful he has Grell’s face mesmerised to know where this powder should go. He will admit, the colour does look nice, well, in general. He can’t exactly tell if it looks good on him or not.

Finishing the other eye, he sets the palette down before scanning the desk again. He picks up a thin, small tube and twists off the lid, pulling out what he assumes is the mascara. Does he dare? Surely eyeshadow would be enough to satisfy his end of the bet, right? No. No, it would not. He knows Grell and he knows she wouldn’t let him get away with going the easy route. With a sigh, he does his best to apply the stuff and he hopes it looks good.

Last but not least, the lipstick. Or lipgloss? As he picks it up and opens it, pulling off the lid much like mascara, he sees it is indeed more a gloss. He’s thankful for that at least and it goes on easy enough. Picking up the mirror, he sees the glitter on his lips and sparkle in the eyeshadow. Despite the lack of blush, his cheeks are already red from the internal embarrassment he already feels.

With a sigh, he sets the mirror down and puts his glasses back on before calling Grell back into the room. “Ooo! Let’s see!”

William takes a deep breath then turns around. “Well?”

Grell studies William’s face, looking him over as she judges his work. “Oh Will look at you!” she cups his cheeks. “I see you missed the concealer.”

“Was that needed?”

“For your under eyes and I don’t see any contouring but I suppose that might be a bit out of your range.” she smiles.

“I think so because I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

She laughs. “Oh darling, you’re precious, you know.” She kisses him then sits on his lap, hooking her arms around his neck. “I think you’ve done well enough to warrant winning the bet.”

“Really?” he asks as he wraps his arms around her.

“Mmhm!” She leans in and kisses his neck. “I’ll be your good girl for the entire day. Whatever my darling wants, I will do.” she grins, “so long as you keep the makeup on.”

William closes his eyes to avoid rolling them. “Fine. A deal then.”

“Excellent! Then what’s your first order my love?”

William holds back a sigh as her lips trail over his neck again, his grip on her hips growing stronger, “a simple one. Strip.”

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He just needs to make it through today. That’s all he needs to do and then the torture would be over. Why he agreed to such an idea in the first place is beyond him. He supposes he would have agreed to anything in such a relaxed state of mind and he supposes that’s why Knox had dared him to do it. “ You know, you’re always so put t’gether all the time, so I gotta wonder, how put t’gether would be under unique circumstances?” Brat. That’s what Ronald was. A brat. He’d thought he could handle it, he thought he was disciplined enough that he could control his body. Evidently, he was wrong.

It takes everything in him to keep sitting upright in his chair. Every nerve is on fire, his attention barely on the paperwork in front of him as he waits for any sign of life from the little, devilishly device, inside of him. Ronald has the control over it and despite it being on the lowest setting for now, the buzzing that suddenly travels through him is enough for him to barely focus on anything but that feeling.

His hand shakes a bit as he finishes off another paper, more behind then normal but he’ll take the overtime if he can at least keep his hand steady. It’s not long until lunch now and while he would normally work through it, he needs that break to calm himself down. “Spears, I’ve got mine and Alan’s work for this morning.”

William glances up as Eric walks through the office door with a heft stack of papers in his hand. He swallows and gives himself a few seconds before he speaks, “thank you Slingby. Put them down here .” he gasps and nearly curls in on himself. Whether Ronald knew or not, the device suddenly buzzes to life and on a much higher setting.

“Spears?” Eric asks, sounding genuinely concerned. “You okay?”

William nearly whines, wanting to writhe in his chair. “F-Fine.” he curses the sutter. “Just, a headache. Suddenly, a sharp pain. That’s all.”

Eric gives him a look and he’s not surprised the older reaper doesn’t believe him. “Do ye need me to get a doctor?”

“No! No. Fine. I’m fine.” he waves his hand, “now leave. Please. I need some time alone.”

“Yer sure?”

“Slingby! Yes, go!”

William’s not sure if Eric knows or not, or if the smirk he’d seen was only his imagination, but the blonde finally leaves and William slaps a hand over his mouth to keep himself silent. The device is hitting perfectly inside of him, vibrating right against his sweet spot and he feels so close to the edge, just a little more, so close –it stops. It takes a second for him to register the feelings gone before he collapses fully over his desk and groans. Technically, he could finish himself off but could he bring himself to do such an act in his office? Honestly, who was he fooling? He agreed to have a… vibrator inside his arse for the whole day because his younger lover wanted to test him.

He takes multiple deep breaths, ashamedly squeezing his erection over his trousers. He doubts he could hold up until the end of the day. Instead, he closes his eyes and starts a slow but purposefully rubbing, trying to focus on the object inside him as he imagines it as something else. Something bigger, warmer and far more pleasurable. “Wow. Never thought I’d see this sir.”

William jolts up in his chair, terrified for a brief moment before he realises it’s Ronald who’s standing there, a smug look on his face. “Ronald.” he sighs. “Bastard.”

“Awe c’mon sir! You agreed to this.”

“I did and I regret doing so. Do you realise how tormenting this has been? Especially with you in control.”

“What? Don’t like surprises?”

He shouts when the device buzzes to life again at the highest setting. He grips the arms of his chair as he bites his lip trying to prevent himself from making anymore sounds. He locks eyes with Ronald and sees the sadistic enjoyment the younger reaper is getting from this. “B-Bastard.”

Ronald turns off the device and William slumps in his chair. He’s breathing hard and his eyes are closed. “Close?”

“Very…”

“Want me to get you over the edge?”

William swallows, cracking his eyes open a sliver. “Please.”

Ronald approaches William and leans down, smiling at him. “You know, I’d make you beg but you already seem to be suffering enough.”

“I am.”

“Then I’ll be kind.”

William jolts when Ronald flicks on the device again. He automatically yanks Ronald into a kiss, his fingers curling tightly into the lapels of Ronald’s jacket. He can feel the blonde grinning against his lips and if he wasn’t on the verge, he would smack him. As it is, he can feel it just like before, on the very edge of his orgasm and when it does hit him, he pulls Ronald even closer, his hips stuttering before falling limp once again. He doesn’t say anything for a very long moment and once the bliss subsides, he feels a rush of embarrassment. He groans and covers his eyes with his arm. “Not a word.”

“Heh, don’t gotta be embarrassed Will. Happens to the best of us.”

“Hardly.”

“Yeah! I knew even the ever stoic Mr. Spears couldn’t resist something like this.”

“Mm.”

Ronald removes William’s arm from his eyes and kisses him again. “So, how you feelin’?”

“Tired and disgusted. I’ll need a change of clothes.”

“Yeah? You okay with keeping the vibrator in?”

“No! Absolutely not!”

Ronald pouts then flicks the device on again just to see William squirm for a little longer before he turns it off again. “Damn, cuz I love this.”

William glares. “Prick.”

“But you love me!”

“Somehow.” he snatches the remote from Ronald’s hand. “You are not playing with this any longer.”

“Fiiiine.” he leans over William, “want me to get it out for you?”

William gives him an even colder glare. “Knox.”

Ronald laughs and hooks his arms around William’s neck. “Okay, okay. I’ll be good. But, you lost the bet.”

William sighs, “I know.”

“Meaning I get to choose what we do in the bedroom tonight.”

“You do.”

“And you won’t believe the other toys I bought!”

“What?!”

“Yep! And don’t worry, it won’t be just you bein’ teased.”

William eyes him up and down. “I won’t?”

“Nah, I wouldn’t do that to you after what you went through today but get to play first.”

William rolls his eyes. “Fine as per the terms of your dare.” he gently pushes Ronald back as he stands, a bit wobbly on his legs. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get a change of clothes.”

“Well, it is lunch, so why don’t I come with you? Y’know, make sure you get home safe.”

William pulls Ronald close, knowing exactly what the young man was implying. “If you’re good, I may excuse us for an extended lunch.”

“Ooo extended lunch? Sounds fancy.” Ronald winks.

“But only if you’re good.”

“On my best behaviour!”

“Of course.” he kisses Ronald’s cheek, then takes a deep breath. “And I do love you, Ronald. Most of the time.”

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“Hey, you know how to dance, right?”

The book lowers enough for his eyes to peek over the edge at his partner who spent most of the evening fiddling with the stereo. “I’m sure not the way you’re implying.”

Ronald’s grin falters only slightly when the stereo still refused to read the CD. William mentioned this thing called technology but Ronald was dead set on using the old thing for proper ‘ambience’. “I know you got wicked footwork during the salsa, but no. Not that. Like, dancing , y’know?”

William sighs, closing up the book and resting the novel on his lap. “Dance as in what I’ve seen in those pubs?”

“Eh, kinda.”

“You’re going to need to be more specific.”

“I will when I get this damn thing working.”

So William reclines back on the couch, watching Ronald work so intently. Having the luxury of a rare day off, William’s not bothered  to dress in his suit, instead opting for the white dress shirt with his comfy wool sweater that Ronald likes scratching his cheeks against while Ronald’s in a black polo shirt and jeans. The stark difference between their wardrobe has always been amusing to the older reaper.

After the third groan of what should have been defeat, William sets his book aside as he stands, approaching Ronald and leaning down, peering over his shoulder. The radio’s taken apart in more ways than William thinks is needed. “I’m sure one call to Slingby and this would be fixed in minutes.”

“Eric wouldn’t let me live it down.” which is true. Ronald would be subject to Eric’s taunting of only being able to think with the head between his legs. “I’m gonna get it though.”

William cocks an eyebrow; stubborn boy. So he shakes his head, leans over for a quick kiss to Ronald’s cheek then makes his way to the kitchen where he opens the fridge. “Pour me a glass!” he hears from the living room just as William’s fingers curl around the neck of the red wine bottle.

“Manners!” William calls back, closing the fridge.

“Please!”

Now William’s getting two wine glasses and he’s filling them both to the near brim. The bottle is returned to the fridge and he’s returned to Ronald with the glasses. He’s made some progress since the few minutes he’s been gone. There’s less parts on the floor but the thing still doesn’t look any closer to be ‘fixed’. “Ronald, leave it. You can try again tomorrow.”

Obviously wanting to protest, the younger man bites his tongue. Instead, he stands accepting the wine glass William’s gives him with a smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” he returns to his earlier spot, sipping his drink while he eases back into the cushions. “Now, why don’t you just play the song from your phone and you can show me what you’re yammering on about.”

Ronald takes two slips from his glass before he’s setting it down next to William’s book, leaning in for a kiss as well. “You gotta promise not to laugh, okay?”

“Why ever would I?” he smiles innocently, knowing full well he’s taken amusement in Ronald’s embarrassment in the past.

“Prick.” but he’s still smiling. “Promise?”

“Alright. I promise.”

Ronald retreats to the centre of the room where he’d earlier moved the coffee table off to the side, making room. He fiddles with his phone before he sets it down and waits for the song. William isn’t sure what he’s expecting but once he hears the familiar beat, he decides to set his wine down. Evidently, a very good choice. Ronald’s doing his best to dance to the song, all exaggerated movements with near perfect lip synch. William’s got the knuckle of his index finger pressed against his pursed lips. His shoulders are trembling with barely concealed laughter. Ronald’s flailing his arms out in time with the beat, his legs are matching, his hips rotating wonderfully as he swings them. He’s grinning ear to ear and William finds his smile infectious.

Ronald suddenly grabs his hands and he’s being dragged around at first, Ronald pushing and pulling his arms, forcing him to move his feet until William finally finds his bearings. Exactly like Ronald, he puts little care into how graceful he looks. Ronald is the one laughing now and William falls in love even more. From an outside view, they must look utterly ridiculous yet now? William can’t bring himself to care. Just for this moment, with Ronald, in their shared flat, he lets go of who he’s meant to be. Tonight, they’re just boyfriends, enjoying each other's company. When Ronald brings him close and pulls him down by his shoulders for a kiss, still giggling, William lets himself melt into it. This is all William wants for now and for as long as they have left.

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William wasn’t really angry at Eric for calling off their date. Something had come up and he couldn’t make it, William had said the very same plenty of times. Still, the excuse seemed a little odd. ‘Something came up at the office. Can’t make it. Love u.’ William would have known if something came up at the office but as far as he was aware, Eric’s paperwork was completed and he wasn’t scheduled for after-hour collections so what exactly could be holding Eric up?

He shrugs it off as he steps into their flat. It had been a long day as always and since he no longer had a date, a long bath would be nice. Maybe even a nice glass of wine to help soothe his always frayed nerves.

He reaches to slide off his gloves when his hands are yanked into a tight grip and he’s pushed against the wall, rough lips pressing roughly to his. His first instinct was to kick away whoever dared to intrude and kiss him like this but it only took a moment before he melted into the kiss, arms wrapping around Eric’s neck, tugging him closer. “Slignby.” he breathes, breaking the kiss, “what are you doing here?”

Eric smirks, pressing his forehead to William’s. “I live here.”

William rolls his eyes. “I meant, you told me you were caught up at the office.”

“It was the only excuse that woulda been somewhat believable. Really, I just wanted to surprise ye. Y’know, catch you off guard for once.”

“Mm. I supposed it sort of worked.” William said, gripping Eric’s shoulders to hoist himself up and wrap his legs around Eric’s waist. “I knew something was off.”

Eric cups the bottoms of William’s thighs, always pleased when the younger reaper would be more bold with him. While it's taken years to get to this level of comfort, Eric’s more than thrilled to have finally reached it. “You still jumped.” he grins, carrying William to the bedroom.

“You’re lucky I did realise it was you before I put you in your place.”

“Ha, doubt that.” He drops William to the bed when he reaches their destination, hovering over him.

“I can kick your arse, you know that.” William’s fingers reached up to entangle in Eric’s hair, yanking him down for a kiss. Eric wastes no time taking the kiss deeper, pushing his tongue inside William’s mouth, allowing the muscles to slide against each other. The groan he receives from William makes his cock stir and from where he was positioned on top of the younger man, he could feel the heat beginning to radiate off him. “Eric,” William breathes when the kiss breaks as Eric turns his lips to kiss along William’s jaw and down his neck.

“Alright. Fine. Maybe ye can kick me arse.” His lips suddenly jumped to William’s ear, nipping the ridges of it. “But I can pound yours.”

“Big words for a man who’s taking his sweet time.”

Eric drops his hand to cup William’s hardening erection through his trousers, smirking at the loud moan he receives. “Yer not hard enough yet.”

“Slingby! Do not tease me." he demands, bucking up into Eric’s hand.

“I’m not teasin’.” His hands join each other on William’s chest, pulling open his partner's vest then yanking loose his tie. “Get undressed for me Spears.”

William pants as Eric sits back on the bed, watching him with unusually piercing eyes. Swallowing, William did as his partner asked. He stands from the bed and lets the loose tie and undone vest fall to the floor. He could already feel the heat in his cheeks as he starts undoing his shirt, exposing pale skin to his partner’s eyes. “And you?” William asks when the shirt falls away.

“Not until yer done.” He put his arms behind his head, eyes trailing over every piece of flesh that William exposes. “Trousers next.”

William obeys the command with the heat in his cheeks bleeding down to his chest. First the button, then the zipper then he pushes the fabric down, now standing naked in front of his lover. Nervous under his partner’s eyes, he adjusted his glasses and tugs at his gloves. “Yer fuckin’ gorgeous.” Eric breaths, palming his erection through his trousers. “Leave them.” He said when William moves to remove his glasses.

William drops his hand, fingers itching at his side. “Well? I’m naked and you’re still clothed.”

“I was kinda hopin’ you’d help me with that.” He reaches forward to grab William’s hips and yank him onto his lap, forcing the younger man to straddle him.

“Prick.” William whispers as he repeated the process Eric had done to him.

“Yeah, you’ll get it soon enough.” He smirks, allowing his hand permission to grasp William’s erection, his smirk widening at the gasp he hears. “C’mon Spears.”

William glares at him. He bats Eric’s hand away and kneels in front of him. He tugs off his gloves before unzipping Eric’s trousers and pulling out his substantial length. He ran his hand up and down it, making sure to tease the sensitive head, smirking up at Eric when the man moans louder than he probably intended too. “Are you expecting something more?”

“Oh, fuck yes. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

William had intended to tease Eric but the way he demanded what he do, nearly makes him moan himself. Having done this to Eric many times before, he doesn’t have a problem nearly taking the entire length to the base in one go. He used his tongue to trail around the length of it then pulls back enough to run his tongue over the slit and along the strip just under the head. “Fuck.” Eric curses, fisting his hand in William’s hair, gripping tightly at the black strands. William groans in response, adding to Eric’s sensitivity. “Gonna cum.” He grunts and William stops. He lets the length slip from his mouth, kissing the tip.

“I believe you're done being in charge, Slingby. I think we’re both ready for the…best part.” William says, stroking his own cock.

Eric pants on the bed, watching William stroke his own cock for a minute, tanalised by the sight. “Fuck yeah.” While Eric steps out of his trousers, William crawls back on the bed and grabs the lube from the bedside table. He sits back on his knees, coating his own fingers as he feels Eric press up against him, the older man’s arms wrapping around him, his chin resting on William’s shoulder. “Ooo is Will gonna put on a show fer me?”

“You said you liked it when I did it myself.” He turns his head for a kiss, one Eric gives him..

“I bloody fuckin’ do.” Eric shifts so he can both watch William lower his own fingers to his entrance and the blush that turned redder on his cheeks.

With a breath, William inserted his first finger into his own depths. As normal, the first finger always felt weird, a tad strange, but after wiggling it around a few times, it gets better making the second one easier to add. He could feel his blush travel even further down to his chest from the noises he was making with his fingers crisscrossing all while Eric watched. He never once suspected he’d enjoy having someone watch him do something so preverated but with how hard he is, it’s obvious it's quite the opposite.  When he entered his third finger, just barely scraping his prostate, he felt his erection twitch against his stomach and moans. “Eric.” He almost whimpers out, reaching his free hand behind him to grab Eric’s hair. “I think I’m ready.”

“Good.” Eric pants against his shoulder where he’s kissing. Swallowing, William removed his fingers, groaning at the sensation of being empty. Thankfully Eric was there to take that feeling away. He spread his knees wider, trying not to tense when he felt the rounded head of Eric’s erection at his entrance. “Ready?” the older man asked.

“Yes.”

Eric nods then presses inside, slowly, inching to fully sheath himself inside his lover. “Oh fuck.” Eric groans, arms tight around William’s middle. “You’re so tight and warm.”

“Big.” William gasps, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. “So big.”

“Good big?”

"Yes."

“Excellent.” Eric ran his hands over William’s stomach and chest, waiting a moment longer before clutching his hands on William’s hips, starting to move.

It starts out slow. Just, a slow drag in then out, listening to Williams quiet moans. “Eric,” He breathes, fisting his erection. “Harder. Please.”

Eric listens to William’s demand. He pulls out nearly all the way then slams back in. Hearing William’s moans turn to near screams drove Eric to pound into him harder and faster, touching all the skin he could. “Close?” he asks his partner, kissing over the back of his neck.

“Very.” Smirking, Eric picks up the pace. He smacks William’s hand away from his erection to stroke it for him, feeling the precum around his fingers. “Eric!”

Eric grits his teeth, feeling William finally spend over his hand and feeling the way his body constricted with his orgasm. He slows his hips to a near stop, his orgasm slowly ebbing away. “Fuck.” he mutters into William’s neck.

“E-Eric?” William asks, wondering why Eric’s stopped. “What are you doing?”

“I didn’t want t’night to end so quick.” his lips kiss over William’s neck, trailing down to his shoulder.

“Pardon?”

Eric slowly begins to thrust again; William’s breath hitches. “Think you can endure a little longer?”

William isn’t sure. His body is tingly and exhausted and each thrust of Eric’s hips causes his overstimulated body to spasm. “Eric–”

“Just a little longer Will. I promise.”

WIlliam squirms uncontrollably, gripping tight to Eric’s hands that still hold his hips tight against Eric’s pelvis. Even the hand on his cock isn’t helping. It feels all too much but almost not enough. He’s never thought about having two orgasms in one night but hell, Eric’s working his body to the point he’s seeing nothing but white and his body melts into his lover's arms. “Eric, Eric, Eric.” he whines, “t-too much. Too much!”

“Almost there Will. I promise.” Eric does his best to keep that promise, thrusting as hard and fast as he can. He’s on the very edge, just a little more. William’s tight and hot and the orgasm he dined himself minutes before returns with force. He shouts as his body convulses and grips William tight, bathing William’s inside in white. 

They’re quiet for a very long while, save their harsh breathing. Eric places little kisses on William’s neck, his hands finally letting William’s hips go and rubs the bruises he no doubt left behind. He hears William groan, limp in Eric’s arms. “Will?” he asked, knowing he was keeping William upright. “You okay?”

William feels he can barely form a sentence. “Tired. Very, very tired.”

Eric manoeuvres them so they can lie together and remain joined. “Did I hurt you?”

“There’s always going to be a little pain.” William sighs, pressing back into Eric’s chest. “But nothing that wasn’t necessary.”

“Good.” He kisses William’s head then covers his yawn. “Sorry I cancelled our date.”

“Mm, this was more fun than dinner.” He shifts, blushing as he moans, feeling Eric still inside him. “We should clean up.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Eric–”

“Relax Will.” He plucks the glasses from William’s face, shifting to place them on the nightstand. “We can clean up tomorrow. We don’t have work anyway.”

“Mm…alright. I suppose I can let you get away with that.” William closes his eyes. “Eric?”

“Will?”

“I love you, you know.”

He tilts William’s head to kiss him then holds him close as possible. “I love you too, Will.”

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“You’re so stiff Will. C’mon, relax.”

William lets go of the breath he’d been holding but he still refuses to open his eyes. “I think you underestimate how this feels.”

“No, I know it’s gotta feel weird but again, with how stiff you are, it’s gotta feel good to.” William jumps when Ronald pushes on the plug inside him, forcing it just that little bit deeper. “Nice and snug.”

“Please. Do not say things like that.”

“Like what? How it’s snug inside that tight ass of yours? How you’re clenched so tight? How–”

“Knox.” he warns despite the breathiness to his voice.
Ronald chuckles, pulling up William’s trousers and zips them up before buttoning them too. “You’re gonna be okay Will. Promise and it’s not like it vibrates like the last toy we tried out.”

“Thank Styx.”

Ronald takes William’s belt and threads it through the belt loops, his lips nipping gently over William’s bare throat. “I dunno how I got you to agree to these things.”

“I’m agreeing to this to at least prove I am capable of working through a day while you try to distract me.”

Ronald scoffs. “Not me this time.” he squeezes William’s arse, pushing on the plug again. “This is all you. You shift the wrong, or right, way and you’ll feel it.”

William’s ready to kill Ronald at this point, biting his lip to prevent a moan from escaping but he takes another breath. He’s half hard in his trousers and he hates the constriction but he’ll make do. While he obviously can’t walk into work like this, the colder weather and the somewhat control over his own body should help take care of that problem. “This will be the last time.” he tells Ronald.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He takes William’s shirt and holds it up for him. “Arms through.”

William obeys, reaching behind to slide his arms through the holes; even the cotton of his shirt feels a bit too stimulating. “If there is a next time, it’ll be you with such a device lodged within, and I will be in control.”

Ronald actually shivers at the idea, glad William can’t see it. He likes the idea of William in control and him having that control to make him a complete sobbing mess whenever William saw fit was a very arousing idea. Unlike William, he has very little self control when it comes to pleasures of the flesh, so he couldn’t see himself being able to do much with a little device buzzing against his sweet spot all day. “Maybe we’ll have to try it.” he teases, returning his lips to William’s throat as he slowly begins doing up the buttons of the older reaper’s shirt. “I won’t say no.”

“Oh I know you wouldn’t.”

Ronald grins against William’s skin, playfully brushing past William’s nipples as he continues to due up the buttons even more satisfied by the hitch in WIlliam’s breath. “Damn, I can’t wait to get you home tonight.”

“Neither can I.” William admits, shivering as Ronald’s breath ghosts over his flesh. “But I am determined to make it through the day this time.”

Ronald tucks William’s shirt into his trousers before stepping back, licking his lips at the bulge he sees through the older reaper’s trousers. “I’m sure you can do it.” he grabs William’s hands, “now open your eyes and kiss me.” William’s eyes open a crack and Ronald sees they’re slightly glazed over. He gets the kiss he’s asked for and he can’t help but be a little cheeky again and give another squeeze to William’s arse. “Ready to go Will?”

William glares at him but stands as straight as he possibly can. “As I’ll ever be.”

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It’s one of those evenings that Ronald’s glad to spend with his friends. Him, Eric and Grell all sat around a table at their favourite pub with pints in hand and relaxing after a long work day then he’ll go home and crawl into bed with William and sleep until the day starts all over again tomorrow. So for now, he enjoys the company he’s got.

As of, Eric’s pointed out a fine looking lad for Grell and they both go back and forth about what exactly Grell’s looking for in a man since her prince had been stolen away, at least, that’s how she worded it. Ronald wouldn’t say he was smug about it but he wouldn’t say he wasn’t either.

He stretches an arm over his head when his phone vibrates. Pulling it from his pocket, he’s only a little surprised to see it’s from William. It’s not strange that the man contacted him but it is strange the man texted him instead of calling like normal. ‘I believe you’re finished for the night. Come home.’ . “Huh.”

Eric turns his attention back to Ronald. “What?”

“Um, just Will’s told me to come home.”

“What? Is Ronnie not allowed to enjoy some time with friends?” Grell asks, resting her jaw on her hand. “Is he always this demanding outside of work?”

“That’s the weird part. He’s not. I even told him I was gonna get a few drinks with you two after clocking out.” ‘Why?’ He texts back, hoping to get some clarity but all William replies with is, ‘Now.’ . “Okay guys, I think I better get before Will gets pissed at me.”

“Aw Ron, c’mon. We haven’t even had our third drink yet.” Eric points out, raising his glass mug.

“Yeah I know, but better not make the boss angry. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” He leaves them with that, wondering why the hell William wants him home so bad. He’s ever once had a problem with Ronald going out to enjoy himself, so why was tonight any different? It wasn’t like he said anything when Ronald told him he was going that afternoon either, so what changed?

When he does get home, he finds the lights are off. Right, that’s a red flag. “Will?” he asks into the house as he closes the door. “Um, Will? I’m home, like you wanted.” The second red flag is the lack of any noise. Was he in trouble? “Hello?”

“Come to the sitting room, Knox. We need to speak.” There’s an underlying gruffness to William’s voice that Ronald’s never heard before. He swallows and obeys, rounding the corner to enter the sitting room and when he does, his jaw drops to the floor. William sits in his black leather armchair with no shirt and his hair out of place, his bangs falling in wisps over his forehead and brushed aside just enough to keep his venomous green eyes locked on Ronald. He’s illuminated by the light of the warm fire just next to him burning in the hearth while holding a glass of red wine in his elegant, gloveless, fingers. He’s slouched in the chair and his legs still clad in a tighter version of his work slacks, spread. What really garners Ronald’s attention is how obviously hard he is in those trousers, how it bulges from the fabric that fits incredibly snugly around it. “W-Will?” he squeaks.

“Come. As I said, we need to speak.”

Ronald swallows, his knees weak as he takes those few steps to stand in front of his boss. “Will?”

“Enough of that nickname. I am your superior Knox, you’d do well to remember that.” he snaps his fingers and points to the floor. “Kneel.” he does in seconds, his entire body lighting up. “Ah now there’s a good boy.” he grins at the way Ronald bites his lip at the praise. “You see, you’ve had your fun as of late. I’ve been very gracious to allow you the lead. To allow you to play but now, I believe it’s time I take back the control which is rightfully mine, don’t you think?”

“Yessir.” Ronald rapidly nods.

“Excellent. You’re being a very agreeable pet at the moment.” he sips from his wine, watching the red liquid he swirls around in the glass. “Now, show me just how much you’d enjoy me throwing you to the ground right now and having my way with you.” Ronald wastes no time after that, slotting himself between William’s thighs and rubbing his hands over William’s hips and stomach. He wastes even less time nuzzling against the bulging cock in his bosses trousers. He can feel the heat radiating from it; it’s hard and warm against his check, his lips mouthing at the erection enthusiastically. William sighs pleased at that, running his fingers through Ronald’s feathered locks. “Good boy.”

Ronald whines this time at the praise, wanting nothing more than to open William’s trousers and grab his bare cock but William hasn’t authorised that. He seems to be enjoying watching Ronald praise him. Ronald almost doesn't want to admit that he’s enjoying it too. He’s not sure what snapped in William for him to want to do this but he’s sure as hell glad it did. Nothing’s more of a turn on then the boss being the boss, especially when he’s earning such praise. “Fuck Will, I want–”

The fingers in his hair yank his head back, a surprised gasp escaping him. “What did I say about that degrading nickname?”

Ronald swallows. “S-Sorry. Sir. It’s sir.”

“Good.” he lets Ronald’s hair go. “You may continue and speak.”

Ronald immediately returns his mouth to William’s cock, lapping at it, licking it and following the curve. “I want you so bad sir. I wanna ride you until I see stars. I want this fucking cock of yours so deep inside me I can taste it.”

“Mm. I’m not sure you’ve earned that quite yet.”

He whines, his own cock hard and dripping, staining his underwear. “Why not?”

“I’m not satisfied.”

“What do you want?” William takes a very slow sip of his wine, Ronald watching his throat intently as it bobs when he swallows. For a second, it’s like William’s more focused on the taste of the wine than Ronald, “sir.” he pouts, petting over the bulge, “ please .”

William’s breath shakes as he breathes out. His own patience is running out but he wants to keep this up for just a little longer. Ronald deserved it after everything he put William through. “Pleasure me with that mouth and we’ll see if you earn more.” Ronald takes no time undoing and unzipping William’s trousers, pulling out the cock he’d been fondling for the past ten minutes. He presses his cheek against the warm flesh, nuzzling against it before turning his head to begin kissing and licking it as if it were some sort of treat. “Goodness, you’re eager.” William comments, returning his fingers to Ronald’s hair, his voice strained.

“I want you so bad.”

“So I see.”

To say the least, it doesn’t take very long for Ronald to get what he wants. Even by the time they arrive at work the next day, he’s still suffering from the effect William’s had on him, sporting a goofy grin on his face with glassy, dazed eyes. “Uh Ron? You alright lad?” Eric asks, waving his hand in front of Ronald’s face.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m good , Eric. So good.”

Eric shares a look with Alan. “You sure?”

“Fuck yeah .”

Alan crosses his arms. “What’s wrong? You’re acting strange.”

“I believe Mr. Knox is fine, Humphries. He’s simply…a tad ill at the moment thus I’ve put him on desk work for the day.” William suddenly answers, his hand on Ronald’s shoulder

Ronald looks up at William and that glazed, dazed look is now mixed with pure adoration. “Yeah. Thanks sir .” he girns even wider.

“Of course. Now off with you.”

Eric and Alan watch Ronald walk off with a noticeable limp in his step. Putting two and two together, they turn their attention back to William who remains as stoic as ever. “What’d you do to him?” Eric asks.

“I haven’t a clue what you mean. Now, you and Humphries best get to work before I put you on overtime.” he nods to them both before leaving as well, easily catching up with Ronald and putting a supporting hand on the younger reaper’s lower back.

After a moment of silence, Eric finally says, “he got it good last night hey?”

“ Very good. Looks like almost better than I do.”

“Oi!”

“I said almost .” he pokes Eric in the chest, “but you’ll just have to prove me wrong tonight, won’t you?”

Eric snatches Alan’s hand pulling him in for a nearly indecent kiss. “Oh I will hen, don’t you worry about that.”

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With another scream, Ronald bolted up in bed; tears stained his cheeks, a few sweat drops falling down his forehead and temples. He shook his head to clear it then stared at his lover who stood in the doorway of their bedroom. He wore what he normally did when he was off work and knew he wasn’t going to get called in. Grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, the two buttons on his collar undone. His hair was out of its normal Spears fashion, but his glasses still sat on his nose, those eyes showing concern as he approached the bed. “Ronald, what happened?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the mattress, hand rubbing over his thigh comfortingly.

“I…Will!” Ronald threw himself forward, hugging William tight. “I had a real bad dream.”

“I heard. You were screaming my name.” he rubbed Ronald’s back. “What was it about?” Ronald explained his dream, still gripping tight to William’s shirt. “I see.” He kisses Ronald’s temple. “Well, it’s alright. I’m alive and you are safe.”

“Felt so real.” He whispered.

“It wasn’t.” he pulled back enough to kiss Ronald. “I love you.”

“Love ya too.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to return to sleep?”

“Um, ah, if you sleep with me.”

William sighed, stroking his fingers through Ronald’s hair. “I would, but I have a few papers left to do.”

“…do them quickly?”

“I’ll try.” With another kiss, William left the bedroom.

Ronald kept sitting, fiddling with the blanket in his hands before moving to walk out of the bedroom, his feet padding along the wooden floor to William’s home office. “Will?”

William looks up from the computer screen. “Ron?”

“Can I stay with you?” William nodded, turning his chair to the side, allowing Ronald to come and sit on his lap. “Thanks.”
William kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome.”

Ronald lay against William, watching him work. His fingers worked quickly on the keyboard and with the pen. His writing was so perfect, his eyes so focused…his chest perfect. Ronald couldn’t help his eyes trailing to William’s partly exposed chest. William wasn’t buff or toned perfectly like Eric was when he’d see the blonde topless, but he was still strong and very nice to look at.

Ronald was lost in his own mind. He didn’t realise William had turned off his computer and stacked his papers before he was lifted up. “Oh, done?”

“I am.”

Ronald reached out to click off the light and leaned into William as he was carried back to the bedroom. “’m kinda tired now.

“Then sleep Ronald. I’ll be by your side this time.”

“Good.” He yawned. “We’re goin’ ta Grell’s tomorrow, right?”

“Mm hm.”

Ronald laughed. “And Al and Eric are back from Scotland, right?”

“They are, yes. If the timeline Eric gave me is correct then they should have returned yesterday.”

Ronald smiled. “I can’t wait t’ see them again.”

“Mm.” he lays Ronald on the bed then joins him on the mattress, pulling Ronald back into his arms and squeezing him tight. “I’m sure they feel the same about you.” he pulls the blankets over the both of them before muffling his yawn behind his hand. “I’m just happy we aren’t understaffed any longer.”

“Yeah, me too.” He smiled, looking up at William from where he’s cuddled into William’s chest. “I get t’ keep ya on weekends.”

William gave a small smile. “That you do.” he kisses Ronald on the mouth this time, gently holding his chin place, “and forever onward.”

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When him, Eric and Grell dragged William to their favourite pub, Ronald didn’t expect much to come out of it. When the drinks were ordered and William finally had a few, he loosened up quite a bit and Ronald even convinced him to dance. The rest of that night after that was a blur. He didn’t even recall if he’d said goodbye to Grell or Eric, all that mattered was getting home and once they were inside William’s flat, Ronald was the one to be shoved against the wall and kissed. There was no pause or push back; Ronald eagerly returned what William was giving him. He knows it’s because they’re both a little buzzed but he couldn’t care at this moment, more interested in getting his supervisor undressed.

He’s gotten more handsy as they progress to the bedroom, letting a hand reach down to squeeze William’s rear and the hands guiding him on his arms tense which gets Ronald to smirk. “Cheeky.” he hears Willam mutter under his breath.

“Y’ love it.”

“I do.”

He makes short work of the buttons on William’s shirt, William undoing his just as quickly until they’re both shirtless and pressed ever tighter together. Ronald lets himself break the kiss to lay siege to William’s neck and bites playfully at William’s neck and shoulder; the strained moaned he gets from that alone is encouraging and pressed tightly together like this, he can feel the effect he’s having on William’s body as he knows William can feel the effect William’s having on him.

When Ronald falls to his back on William’s bed, his senses slowly come back to him. He wants William fully but he’s never been with a man before, in any sense. “Sir, hang on.” Ronald says, grabbing William’s hands that reached for his trousers.

And William stops immediately, sitting back to give Ronald the space William thinks he wants. “Is something wrong?”

Ronald feels his cheeks flush and feels that redness reach all the way down to his chest. He’s not felt virginal in a very long time, often the one on top and treating a lady to a good night. “I…never slept with…a guy…before…”

William doesn’t understand for a moment before it clicks. To his credit, he doesn’t make Ronald feel any more embarrassed, even as he reaches for Ronald’s cheek to cup it. “I can’t say I’m surprised.” the older man says, “I won’t force you into anything, Ronald. Especially your first time.”

Ronald has the utmost trust in William, placing his hand over William’s. While he knows he’s too scared tonight to go much farther, he can’t deny the craving he has for William still, how it’s affecting his body. He knows William’s feeling the same and he doesn’t want it to end here. “We don’t gotta go all the way, yeah?”

“Of course not.”

“Then, I wanna,” he takes William’s shoulders and forces him to his back, “I wanna see how good I am with my mouth on a cock.”

“It’s different than a cunt, love.”

Ronald blinks up at William as he works open his trousers. “Say that again.”

“Love?”

“No. The other thing.”

“Cunt?”

“Yeah. Fuck, yeah. That.” William quirks an eyebrow. “Just, hearin’ you cuss like that, I think that’s a turn on for me.”

“Is it now?”

“Prim and proper Mr. Spears cussing like that? Yeah. Hell yeah.”

William reaches down and smoothes his hand through Ronald’s hair. “I suppose you’d better put that fucking mouth to the test then, hm?” Ronald actually whines and he snaps his attention away from William. “I see.” he hears the smirk in William’s tone.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” Ronald’s not sure how to proceed at first because William’s right; what he has and what he’s used to isn’t the same but he’s had it done enough times, he thinks he might know at least a little about sucking dick. 

Still, as he finally gets naked, he takes a moment to admire the erection he’s bared to view. It’s bigger than Ronald expected it to be if he’s honest, but not as thick as Ronald himself; more long and flushed red. “Got a nice set Will.” Ronald comments absently. William remains watching him and Ronald nods to himself before reaching out to take it. He hears William take in a shallow breath and Ronald finds it warm and heavy in his hand. He wants to make this good for William but worries he won’t be as good as William wants. “…so, I just suck it?”

William actually laughs a bit at him. “That’s the idea, yes.” he leans forward, running his fingers through Ronald’s feathered locks again. “You don’t need to, Ronald.”

“But…I wanna. I got senpai in bed with me and like hell this’ll happen again.” he meets William’s eyes. “Just, promise me y’ won’t laugh when I’m not the best at this?”

“Of course not Ronald.”

“Then…lay down and close your eyes.”

William obeys and Ronald misses the hand that slides out of his hair. He looks back down at the cock he holds in his hand then swallows. He leans over and recalls how it felt all the times he’s gotten a blow job. Carefully, tentatively, he slides his lips over the head of William’s erection and the shuddering sigh he hears from William encourages him to continue. He goes as far as he can without triggering his gag reflex and tries to employ the techniques he’s felt on him.

It hits him then that he has his boss in bed, that he’s oral pleasuring the man he’s looked up to for a long time. Part of him wants to throw himself to the floor and beg William to forgive him for letting the night go on this long but the other part of him is smug that William chose him to take home. “You’re doing wonderful, love.” William says with a strain in his voice. “Close now.”

Ronald’s determined to finish William off, give him that euphoric pleasure, but to his surprise, William pulls him off before completion and even before he can ask why, William’s kissing him. “Will?”

“It would be too crass of me to release into your mouth like that.”

“Why?”

“I can’t exactly reward you completely the first time, can I?”

Ronald grins at him and reaches down with his hand to stroke him off. “Bastard.”

William wraps his arms around Ronald and presses his face to Ronald’s shoulder. His grip grows increasingly tight and his breathing is uneven until he finally tenses as he cums. “Fucking hell.” William sighs into his shoulder. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt ecstasy like that.”

“…really?”

“Are you surprised?”

“Y’know, guess not.” William pulls away and Ronald looks down at his hand. Curious, he raises it to his mouth and licks some of William’s essences off his finger. “Doesn’t taste as bad as I thought it would.”

“It’s solely based on the person's diet.” William replies still a bit winded, taking Ronald’s hand and wiping it off with a tissue he grabbed from the box on the bedside table. “Among personal hygiene and such.”

Ronald nods absently. “Huh.”

William kisses him again and his hand travels between Ronald’s legs, rubbing enticingly, coaxing a moan out of Ronald. “Would you like me to return the favour?”

“Yes please.”

Ronald lays down and eagerly watches William undress him fully. He rests on his elbows, watching William kneel between his legs and start off by slowly stroking him. William’s fingers are long and elegant and they know the sweetest spots that make his toes curl. He begins placing kisses down Ronald’s stomach and his hips, squeezing him in just the right places. He jumps a bit when William’s lips trail up the inside of his thigh and cries out when William licks a strip up from the base of his cock to the very tip. He can’t help watching William and William locks their eyes as his lips finally close around the head of his length.

While he didn’t expect William to have much sexual experience, the moment William has his mouth around him, Ronald changes his tone. He’s good. Really bloody good at using his mouth. “Sir!” he gasps out when William’s tongue hits a sweet spot just under the head. It even dips into the slit there a few times causing Ronald to shiver in pure pleasure. He swallows hard as William continues to take more and more of Ronald in until he’s deep throated the blonde’s cock and Ronald whines. It’s very rare he finds someone’s able to do that but William had done it nearly effortlessly; he can feel when the older man swallows around him, adjusting himself on the bed to begin a proper bobbing rhythm.

Both of William’s hands are secure on his hips to keep him from thrusting down his throat and Ronald’s fingers are curled so tightly in William’s raven black hair, tugging as pleasure begins to coil in his stomach. “Sir! Sir, gonna—”

He’s barely reached the edge when William so cruelly pulls off, grinning evilly up at him. “I wasn’t aware that was my name.”

“William!” Ronald quickly corrects himself, tugging at William’s hair, “William please! I’m so close!”

“Good boy.” The moment William’s got Ronald back in his mouth, it takes a very short time for him to cum. He cries out, tightening his grip in William’s hair to the point it’s got to hurt and his back arches off the bed. He feels William swallow around him and hears the indecent ‘pop’ as William pulls off him. “Enjoy yourself?” he asks, after gliding his tongue over his bottom lip to clean up any spill.

Ronald stares at that for a long moment before he finally replies, “y-yeah…holy shit yeah, I…that was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…damn Will, didn’t think you had it in y’.”

William lays next to him and hums. “I had been told that was the only good thing my mouth was for.”

Ronald looks at his superior and knows there’s a story there, a story he wants to hear, but not tonight. Tonight was just about fun and pleasure. “It’s good for a lot of things.” Ronald says. “But, ah, thanks, sir.”

“For?”

“Not forcing me to go any further.”

“I’d never Ronald. I’m pleased you told me, however, so I didn’t hurt you.”

Ronald nods and tests the barriers a little more by rolling to his side and resting his head on William’s shoulder. Thankfully, William doesn’t push him away, instead curls an arm around him. “So…is this a one night thing? I dunno if you do one night stands, but…?”

William runs his hand up and down Ronald’s arm. “I don’t. To be honest Ronald, I’d had my eye on you for quite some time, I just never took initiative for obvious reasons. I’m unsure how you feel about me, but I would quite enjoy it if this became a normal occurrence.”

Ronald snuggles closer. “Y’know, I’d like that too. Maybe you can teach me the ways of being with a guy.”

“Other than sex, it’s rather similar to dating a woman.”

“Kinda meant the sex, Will.”

“…oh.”

Ronald laughs then kisses his cheek. He rests his head back to William’s shoulder. As the orgasmic high wears off, sleep is quick to overcome them both. “Could go to sleep now.”

“As could I.” he reaches down and pulls the blanket folded over at the foot of the bed over them. “Do you mind sleeping like this?”

“Nah, not at all!”

“Then I will see you in the morning, Ronald.” he kisses him one last time before resting his head on top of Ronald’s, gently running his hand over Ronald’s arm. “Goodnight.”

“G’night Will,” Ronald smiles, closing his eyes, “see y’ in the morning.”

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It’s dark inside the house he steps foot into. He swallows down his nerves; he’d be dared to enter this place, to come out with something to prove he had the guts to do it. He’s nervous, trembling as he takes another step into the dark. He jumps when the door slams shut all on its own. There’s not a hint of wind and he’d heard about this place being haunted, so was this…?

Something brushes over his back; his entire body tenses. “H-Hello?” he asks nervously, terrified to turn around.

“Hello.” comes a smooth, entracing voice directly next to his ear. Lips touch the outer shell of it, a hand is placed on his hip, long fingers drum against his stomach. “I don’t often receive many visitors. What brings you here?”

Ronald swallows. “I-I just have to prove I was in here.”

“Oh? And then leave?” Those lips move toward his neck, placing featherlight kisses over his flesh. “Now why would you do something silly like that?”

Ronald’s eyelids flutter, his knees feel weak. “I…”

“You don’t quite have an answer, do you?” Those kisses move to his jawline, then up to his cheek and eventually to his lips as a hand tilts his head toward the other being. “You smell delicious, young man.”

“Ronald.” he gasps out. “My names Ronald.”

“Ronald.” repeats the other man in that wonderful accent far posher than his own. “What a charming name befitting a charming young man.” Those lips return to his neck and that hand on his hip sneaks in under his shirt, slowly itching up his stomach. “You may call me William.”

“Really handsome name.” he swallows, that mouth nipping at his Adam's apple. “I’m sure it, ah , befits a handsome man.”

“You wish to see me?”

“Yeah…”

In seconds, he spun around and slammed against the wall. The eyes he stares into are captivating, holding his own gaze so intensely. His black hair is messy with bangs in his eyes and if he dares to look lower, the shirt he wears is nearly open all the way with only one button holding it closed. Just seeing the skin that’s bared to him makes him swallow again, his fingers itching at his side to just touch. “You seem lost on where to look.” William says.

“You’re just…it’s hard to keep my eyes off you.”

“Then you needn’t be afraid to.” he removes the hand from Ronald’s stomach and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “You may touch if you so like.”

Touch. He hesitates for a moment, watching William’s fingers undue each button of his shirt at an incredibly taunting speed before reaching out to put his hand on William’s skin. It’s cold to the touch but he can feel the muscle there. He wants to get on his knees and worship the body he’s been given permission to touch but he wanted this, so he has to stay in character for now. “Wow.”

William grins against his neck. “You flatter me.” he can feel fangs as William continues to nip at his neck; sharp pointy fangs that threaten to break through his skin. “I would like a taste of you.”

His heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of his chest. “T-Taste?”

“Indeed. I’ve been oh so thirsty and nothing has come to quench me.” his hands finally run up Ronald’s abdomen, pressing and touching so deliberately against him. “Until you decided to walk into my home.”

“You want to taste me?”

“Oh no my dear.” he presses as close as he can to Ronald, chest to chest, nose to nose. “I want to devour you.”

Ronald feels so small caged against the wall like this but he’s also so hard. He whines, grinding against William and to see the hitch in the man’s breath gets him grinning. “Devour me. Eat me up until there’s nothin’ left of me.”

William quirks an eyebrow. “Are you finished with the scene then?”

“Fuck, I think. I just know you’re fuckin’ hot right now and I need you to fuck me so bad.”

William leans back though clearly amused. “Vulgar tonight, aren’t we?”

Ronald whines again, yanking WIlliam’s hips back against his. “You want it to!”

William sighs into the rubbing Ronald’s doing, securing one hand on Ronald’s hip. “I do but I thought you wanted me to be this ‘alluring vampire’.”

Ronald looks William over, really taking in the ‘costume’ despite it only really being white dress shirt with a frilly collar, floofy pirate sleeves and very form fitting trousers. There’s certainly nothing left of the imagination there, not that Ronald’s complaining. “I did. I do , I just can’t wait anymore. I wanna get to the part where the sexy vampire is sucking my blood in the bedroom and I’m begging for it.”

“Yes. Sucking blood. Erotic.”

“It is when your boyfriend is as hot as you are.” he winks, “also those fangs. Major turn on.”

William runs his tongue along the fake fangs Ronald had begged him to put on. Truthfully, he’d actually forgotten he was wearing them. They weren’t as uncomfortable as he expected. “Hm, I suppose I can see the appeal.” he pins Ronald to the wall again, yanking his head to the side. “Now be a good boy and don’t move.”

Ronald yelps out of surprise when William bites down on his neck. It hurts, of course, but there’s an unexpected pleasure that comes with it. He clings to the back of William’s shirt, rutting desperately against the older reaper until William finally releases him. The spot’s tender but that doesn’t stop him from moaning as William licks the bite mark. “ Uh fuck Will.”

William chuckles, admiring the bite and hickey he’d just given his lover. “Wonderful.” He'd made sure no actual blood was drawn for he didn’t really want to drink the younger reaper’s blood. “Well? Is that what you wanted?”

“Almost.” he takes William’s hands, dragging him toward the bedroom. “We’re ending Halloween right by you fucking me until I can’t walk and me living out my fantasy of being whisked away by a sexy vampire count.”

“That’s a fantasy of yours?”

“It is now!”

William can’t say he’s complaining, especially when Ronald pulls him back in for another kiss and yanks him to the bed. He’s never expected to have such an active sex life but he supposes he needs to keep up with the youth somehow while also throwing in a few punishments along the way. “Then happy Halloween, Ronald. I hope you know next year I expect a simple lay in with a book and hot tea.”

Ronald laughs at that, going in for another kiss. “Deal.”