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Tommy turns the volume up on his phone as 'Sex Sells' comes on, the beat thumping loudly in his ears. That had to be some kind of good omen right? Hopefully it was. He waves his arms around in a mock dance as he makes his way down the familiar street to Wilbur's house.
He's taken this path so many times it may as well be his own place (except for the fact that he would never live in London to save his life). He shrugs his backpack a little higher up and walks up the steps leading to Wilbur's door. He raps his knuckles against the door to the rhythm of the song and waits, taking out an earbud and turning it down.
It takes a second for the door to open but once it does he's greeted with a familiar warm smile. "Tom, you made it!" Wilbur says as he pulls him inside for a hug. Tommy hums happily and returns it, letting it linger for a moment as small fireworks go off in his head from the physical contact.
"Yeah, the party has finally arrived, no please, hold the applause." Tommy says cockily while gesturing around to a fake audience. Wilbur rolls his eyes and closes the door, locking it as usual. "Yeah, yeah whatever." Wilbur says jokingly, walking with Tommy to the kitchen. "You didn't even let me ask this time."
Tommy shrugs as he rummages through the fridge, grabbing a Coca-Cola can and cracking it open. "You always ask me if I want a drink, it's predictable." Tommy says then takes a sip of his drink. "Ok, first off, rude. Second off, who said predictability is bad?"
Tommy swallows his drink and shrugs. "No one did, I'm just saying." Tommy puts his can down and sighs. "Oh, by the way, I got you the shark gummy things, it's in my bag." Wilbur's eyes light up and he dashes out of the kitchen, making Tommy laugh.
He sure does love his gummies. Wilbur eventually waltzes back into the kitchen with Tommy's backpack slung over his shoulder and the gummy bag open in his hand, three gummies already in his mouth. "I'm gonna puh thith in my wroom." Wilbur says before he walks off to his bedroom.
Tommy cringes slightly at the talking, that's fucking disgusting. Once he sees Wilbur disappear around the corner he takes a deep breath and shakes his hands. It's a simple question, you two are close. He'll understand.
He's pulled out of his thoughts as Wilbur whistles some vague song while he trots down the stairs, still eating gummies. Ok, you've got this. "So, what did you wanna come over for?" Wilbur says, propping his arms on the kitchen counter, facing Tommy from the other side.
"Well, it's a bit of a serious thing." Tommy says, putting his arms on the counter and clasping his hands together. Wilbur's eyebrows raise slightly and he puts his bag to the side. "Alright, go ahead."
This is it. Tommy takes a breath. "So, you know how we've been doing this whole 'you help me with my sexual trauma' thing?" Wilbur nods with a hum. "So, I was thinking maybe we, y'know, take it to the next step?"
Wilbur tilts his head. "What do you mean by that, Toms?" Fucking hell don't make me say it. Tommy groans in frustration. "I mean- Jesus Christ you're gonna make me say it. I mean like, we- y'know. We fuck, or whatever.."
Wilbur makes a noise and his eyebrows shoot up. "Oh, well I-" This was a bad idea. "Tom, I mean, don't get me wrong I wouldn't mind at all, but Tom-" Wilbur grabs Tommy's hands and squeezes them, making Tommy meet his eyes. "You know you don't have to do this sort of thing with me right? I don't want you to feel cornered into healing with me only."
He's so considerate.
Tommy gives him a tiny smile and nods. "I know, but, I trust you, Wil. Like, I trust you a lot. So, you're pretty much the only person I wanna do this with." Tommy says, giving Wilbur's hands a small squeeze at the end. That's pretty much become a silent sign of comfort in a way.
"Well, if you're sure then yeah, I'd be more than happy to help." Wilbur's stomach then grumbles. "But maybe after we order something to eat first. I'm gonna eat you in a bad way if I don't get some grub." Tommy cringes and lets go of Wilbur's hands. "Ok, first off: that's fucking disgusting. Second off: did you just say you would cannibalize me?"
Wilbur looks up from the phone he was typing on and gives Tommy a quizzical look. "'Cannibalize'?" Wilbur echoes, confusion written on his features. "Yeah, cannibalize." Tommy says, what's so hard to understand about that? Wilbur chuckles and shakes his head. "You'll never cease to amaze me Mr.Simons."
Tommy groans in faux disgust. "Don't say that, that's what you call my dad." Wilbur rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Corporate or local?" Tommy hums in thought for a moment then claps. "Local, and I want Chinese."
"I thought you hated the last place we ordered from."
"THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THOSE EGG ROLLS I SWEAR!"
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Tommy burps loudly as he swallows the last bite of his food, sighing happily at the satisfaction of a good meal. "Eh, six out of ten." Wilbur nonchalantly says as he picks up both of their plates and tosses them in the sink. Tommy gasps dramatically.
"How dare you! All of my burps are a million out of ten, thank you very much." Tommy says as he stands up and stretches. "Not true, you have the natural debuff of being Tom Simons that gets you an automatic negative three points." Wilbur says, laughing when Tommy throws him a middle finger.
"Whatever, fuck off man." Speaking of fuck. "Hey, uh, Wil?" Tommy says, playing with his hands in front of his chest. Wilbur hums and turns to face Tommy as he dries off his hands. "I'm gonna wait in the room for you, if that's alright?" Wilbur nods and tosses the towel away. "For sure Toms, just go and wait on the bed for me."
Tommy nods and rushes off to the room. He practically tosses himself at the bed and crawls to the middle and sits down, his heart thumping loud in his ears. He was doing this, he was really doing this. He watches Wilbur walk into the room and go for his bedside dresser. He pulls out a partially used bottle of lube. Tommy flushes at the sight of it and Wilbur shoots him a small smile. "I gotta go get some other stuff ok? I'll be right back."
Wilbur gives his hand a small squeeze before he walks out of the room, a heavy breath leaves Tommy once he does. He raises a hand in front of his face and hums as he watches the slight tremble shake his hand. Deep breath, calm down, you're safe.
As Tommy closes his eyes and takes a deep breath he hears the door open. He opens his eyes to see Wilbur holding a small bottle of ibuprofen, two water bottles, a damp hand towel and a dry towel. "You ok?" Wilbur says as he puts them on the bedside table.
Tommy nods with a nervous smile, hands folding in his lap to play with each other. "Jus' nervous is all." Wilbur aw's and climbs into the bed, as he crawls to sit next to Tommy the weight of the situation sinks into his stomach. He was doing this. He's safe.
"There's no reason to be Tom, I'm gonna take good care of you, I promise." Wilbur says, grabbing Tommy's hand and squeezing it. "Now, how about we lay down some ground rules ok?" Tommy breathes deep and nods.
"Ok," Wilbur changes his position so he's sitting in front of Tommy criss-cross. "So what can I do?" Wilbur grabs his other hand and lets them rest on the blankets in the space between them. Tommy looks at their hands and hums. "Marks and everything are good. Actually, biting in general is encouraged. It like- recenters me." Wilbur nods. "What else?"
"Um, I still want nicknames and praise and shit like that, that always helps it a little." Another nod from Wilbur. "That's all?" Tommy thinks for a moment then looks at Wilbur and nods. "Yeah, I think that's it."
"Ok, here open your legs for me. Or, wait-" Wilbur laughs, that stupid laugh where his eyes scrunch to a near close. "I meant 'let me sit between your legs', good god." Tommy laughs and nods, opening his legs and letting Wilbur pull him down slightly so his thighs are on both sides of Wilbur's. You're safe, he's ok.
"So," Wilbur begins, letting his hands hesitantly rest on Tommy's hips. "Here's some things I'm gonna lay down ok?" Tommy nods while bringing his hands up to his chest and wringing them together. "So, first things first, will kissing be ok?" Yes, fuck yes, please please-
"Y-Yeah, that's fine." Tommy's hands move down and rub over Wilbur's, he misses the look that Wilbur shoots him. "Alright, we're gonna use something called 'stop and go', ok? It's simple, we're gonna have two words that mean things for your safety. The first one is gonna be 'ruby', that one means slow down and you tell me to do something else. The other is 'crystalized', that one means that we stop entirely. Got that?"
Ruby is slow down, crystalized is stop, got it. Tommy nods and hums softly while shivering as Wilbur's hands tease the skin near his hips. "Y-Yeah, I got it." Tommy stammers out. "Alright," Wilbur mutters, he then leans close to Tommy's face and pauses. Tommy can hear his heart beating a little too loud as he leans forward and just barely presses their lips together. "What's our safewords?"
Oh this prick.
Tommy tsks and rolls his eyes. "Fuckin'- ruby and crystalized, can we start now?" Wilbur chuckles warmly and presses their foreheads together. "Fine, fine." Wilbur presses a hand against Tommy's lower back and the other cups his face as he presses their lips together.
Tommy's throat tightens as his own, slightly shaking, hands sit on Wilbur's neck and face, a pleased sigh leaving his nose. Wilbur continues to press against him until he's laid against the bed, the hand cupping his face sliding to the back of his head to keep their lips pressed together.
Tommy's legs curl up, hooking around Wilbur's hips, blood was already flowing down. Wilbur's lips were so soft too. Wilbur pulls back with a smile and chuckles. "You're doing so well for me, Love." A pitiful coo leaks from Tommy's throat when Wilbur kisses the side of his mouth, and Wilbur freezes. Tommy does too, probably not for the same reason.
Why did you do that? You're not supposed- Tommy gasps softly as teeth sink into his neck, snapping him back to reality. "Stay here with me Baby, I'm here." Wilbur mutters against his jaw, trailing kisses back up to his lips. "What are the safewords?" Tommy takes a small breath and sighs. "Ruby and crystalized."
Wilbur smiles small and kisses Tommy again, and everything is suddenly right in the world again. Wilbur was doing this because he loved him, not because he was hurt, not because he felt bad for him, but because he loved him. Wilbur, his brother. He can keep this tiny sick fantasy to himself, no one has to know.
Tommy hums and presses further into Wilbur, he needs him so bad it hurts, but he loves how slow Wilbur is taking this, it's perfect. "Wilbur." Tommy whines against Wilbur's lips, and he just barely hears the sigh Wilbur gives at that. "What is it Tom?"
Tommy holds his face closer and kisses messily at his lips. "I wanna keep going," He kisses his cheek. "Please Wilby." Tommy presses his lips to Wilbur's cheek as he chuckles. "Tommy, we are going right now. Just be patient, I wanna love you right."
Love. Love. He said love, he wants to love me. Tommy keens so high in his throat he's pretty sure only dogs can hear it. He pulls Wilbur close against and locks their lips together, his head feels like it's reeling. This is perfect.
He feels the hand on his back slide under his shirt, feeling up his chest to rub at his nipples. Size of fuckin' dinner plates- Tommy hums and arches his back to press into Wilbur's hands. Erase the feeling, please.
As if Wilbur can hear his thoughts, he pulls back from the kiss, muttering something about his shirt. Tommy gets the idea and lifts his arm up so we can take his shirt off for him. Wilbur trails his hands to Tommy's chest and hums. Tommy watches as he leans down and shuts his eyes, nerves taking him.
A kiss, wait, two kisses? Tommy's eyes open to see Wilbur kissing across his chest, going all the way to one nipple only to trail back across to the other. The phantom hands that were starting to trail up his legs fade away as his heart warms. He's being so gentle.
"You're so pretty Tom." Wilbur whispers, he then licks a long stripe over his right nipple before suckling on it like a baby. Tommy's hand shoots up to his mouth and his whole back arches, a shaky breath streaming from his nose.
Wilbur hums and eventually pulls off, the bud now wet and red. He gives the same treatment to the other and massages the first between his fingertips as he does. An embarrassing squeak leaves Tommy's mouth at that, electric pleasure shooting through his veins. "Wil- Wilbur please, I need-" Fuck, he has no fucking clue what he needs.
Wilbur pulls off his chest and shushes him. "I've got you baby, just a little longer." Wilbur kisses down his chest and occasionally sucks a mark into the skin on his stomach as he goes down. "You're doing so well, just sit there and be gorgeous for me Hun."
Tommy lets his hands fall away from his mouth and he grabs at Wilbur's hair, pulling gently to guide him back up for a kiss. Wilbur hums against his lips and slides his hands down to his waist. "Tom?" Wilbur says as he pulls back, Tommy freely whining at the loss. "I know Baby, but I wanna know if I can get these off of you." Wilbur's hand spreads over his left hip, thumb hooking on the waistband of his pants.
Tommy's brain is pulled out of the moment at that, it's like a cold bucket of water was poured on his head. He can feel the hands grip at his ankles and drag him into the depths of his own head. Only black arms and hands grabbing, clawing at every part of his skin. The air feels nearly as thick as smog, he can't breathe. It's like he's being choked from the inside and the outside, iron-like hands grabbing at his throat and rendering him useless. He can't move. He can't breathe..
"Tom, Tom hey, you're alright." Tommy hears from the abyss, he can feel familiar warm hands on his waist. He blinks and he's back in Wilbur's room, Wilbur's laying on top of him with his hands set on Tommy's hips. Worry is written across his face. "Hey, I was worried I was gonna have to bite you again." Wilbur says in a joking tone, and it makes Tommy smile. It makes him genuinely smile.
"Y-Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to fade away like that, I um- I.. got distracted.." Tommy says, but can hardly finish it because Wilbur leans back in and kisses him, thumbs rubbing at his stomach idly. Tommy holds Wilbur's face in his hands and sighs into the kiss, tilting his head to deepen said kiss. Wilbur presses himself closer, he can feel his smile against his own lips.
I love you, I love you Wilbur.
Tommy hums and decides to try something. They do it in porn all the time right? Tommy bites on Wilbur's bottom lip making him hum in surprise but he opens his mouth for Tommy. Perfect. Tommy pulls him closer by his face and sloppily licks the inside of his mouth, there's no rhythm or coordination to it, but he sure is licking.
Wilbur hums a laugh and pulls back, making Tommy whine. "Yeah, I know I know. But um, you were just kinda, licking me. That's not how you kiss Tom." Oh. Tommy feels his face go warm and he laughs with faux confidence. "Yeah, obviously I knew that. I uh- I was just.. yeah."
Wilbur nods slowly and chuckles. "Uh-huh, sure. Here, focus on what I'm saying ok? I'll teach you how to do it." Tommy nods and lets his legs lay on the bed, one foot sliding up so his knee is off the bed. He knows why Wilbur phrased the question like that, he still wants Tommy's pants off, but he knows he needs a distraction so he doesn't freeze again.
"Ok, so first things first, you don't have to bite the person's lip every time. That's just an easy ticket to unnecessary-bruises town." As Wilbur starts to talk, Tommy can feel a hand press to his front and start to play with the button on his pants. Focus on him, you're safe.
"So what you wanna do is almost like, rub your tongue against mine, not just lick all around, alright?" Wilbur says, his hand finally unbuttoning his pants which then hooks onto his boxers. Breathe, breathe.
Tommy nods and rubs a thumb across Wilbur's cheek, getting lost in Wilbur's eyes for a moment to let himself calm down. "Ok, now c'mere." Wilbur uses his other hand to pull Tommy into his lips by the back of his head. Tommy sighs and wraps his arms around Wilbur's neck, wishing that he could somehow fall right into Wilbur's soul at this point. He could never get close enough.
"Bring up your leg a little." Wilbur mumbles against his lips, Tommy now notices that Wilbur got his boxers a little ways down his thighs, his cock now laying heavy on his stomach. "Hey, no, focus on me Love. I'm gonna take care of you, I promise." Tommy's brain goes wild at the pet name once again and he nods before focusing back on kissing Wilbur as he lifts his leg.
His brain still perks up every now and then as his boxers are taken off, but it's immediately calmed from the reminder that this is Wilbur's touch. Anytime his brain starts to panic it's almost like Wilbur hears him because he then takes a second to smooth his hand over Tommy's thighs. Just, feeling him. It's like he's trying to read the microscopic lines on his skin, memorize each detail on his flesh.
I love you, I'm always gonna love you.
Wilbur licks against Tommy's lips and he opens his mouth for him. Tommy lets Wilbur take the lead as he lets Wilbur's tongue massage his own. Ok, maybe he was doing it a little wrong before because this was way hotter. Wilbur pulls back for a second and chuckles. "Hey, you wanna know something Tom?" Tommy hums, pressing their foreheads together.
"I got them off." Wilbur whispers proudly, and kisses Tommy, his hands now holding onto his bare hips. Tommy moans and pulls on Wilbur's hair trying to pull him further. He feels Wilbur's hips jut against his for a moment and a molten hot groan leaves his lips. God damn. Holy fucking shit.
Tommy opens his mouth again and Wilbur takes advantage instantly, squirming his own tongue into Tommy's mouth. Tommy could definitely get used to this, it felt perfect. They indulge in each other like that for a while longer before Tommy pulls back with a sigh, strands of saliva connecting their mouths breaking as he does so.
"Fuckin' hell I almost passed out." Tommy says jokingly, giggling at his own joke as he lets his head fall back on the pillow to catch his breath. Wilbur laughs and rolls his eyes. "You're so dramatic Tom, you're lucky I love you, man."
I love you too. I do, I promise I do.
"Yeah whatever, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried." Tommy says, Wilbur hums and kisses him again then leans back. "Yeah, whatever you say." Tommy holds back the whine that threatens to leave him but the want of Wilbur's body heat is replaced with a small amount of embarrassment. He's the only one undressed, and he's still painfully hard. He kinda forgot he was hard honestly.
Wilbur has to be a mind reader at this point because he looks at Tommy for a moment then grabs Tommy's wrists. He guides them so his fingertips slide under his sweater vest and button up. "You wanna get these pesky things off me, beautiful?" Beautiful. He thinks I'm beautiful.
Tommy nods and Wilbur raises his arms so that Tommy can pull the vest off. Tommy's hands seem to slow down as he takes off his shirt, slowly revealing the expanse of his chest, glorious unmarked skin coming into view. Once Tommy finishes unbuttoning, Wilbur shrugs off the shirt the rest of the way and tosses the two pieces of clothing off the bed.
Tommy's hands come to rest on his belt as his eyes oogle over Wilbur's chest. There was a small bit of hair across his pecs and a small trail that led down into his pants, Tommy starts to salivate at what waits under those pants. "Tom?" Wilbur says, making Tommy's eyes shoot up to meet his. "Ok good, just making sure you're still with me."
He cares so much.
"Yeah, I am." Tommy sits up so now their two bare chests are pressed together, but Wilbur still sits tall in his lap. "Just got distracted." Wilbur hums as he looks down at him and cups Tommy's face in his hands. He doesn't say anything for a moment, he just holds Tommy, simply watching him. It's a little embarrassing.
"You mean so much to me Tom." Wilbur suddenly says, his thumbs rubbing back and forth against his cheeks. "I want you to never forget that, ok?" What? Where the hell was this coming from?
Tommy nods and gives a small, "Ok." which makes Wilbur smile at him. "Good, now c'mon and get these off, I don't wanna take a million years." Wilbur says while rubbing his hips down slightly, right against Tommy's hard on which makes him grind his teeth together to stay quiet.
"Yeah, right." Tommy undoes Wilbur's pants and boxers before Wilbur scoots back and pretty much takes them off the rest of the way for him. And god damn. Wilbur is fucking packing. It actually makes him a little nervous. How the hell was that gonna fit?
Wilbur repositions himself between Tommy's legs and chuckles at the way Tommy's eyes stayed glued to the monster hanging between his legs. "Tom, you're ok don't worry, it's not gonna hurt."
Tommy scoffs and squirms a bit when Wilbur grabs his thighs and drapes them over his own. "Yeah sure, whatever you say man." Wilbur rolls his eyes and leans down giving Tommy a kiss. "I'm serious. I'm gonna take my time so it doesn't hurt, ok?"
He cares so much.
Tommy nods and Wilbur gives him another kiss before leaning back. He reaches into the slightly disturbed sheets and pulls out the partially used lube bottle, the sight of it sending a bolt of heat down Tommy's spine. "Now, you gotta tell me how you feel through this, ok Hun?" Wilbur says as he opens the bottle and dribbles a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.
Tommy takes a deep breath and nods, he's got this, it's just like any other time Wilbur would help. Just with a dick up his ass instead of getting jerked off. Ok, maybe not the best way to think about it.
Tommy nearly jumps out of his skin when Wilbur's middle finger brushes over his hole. Wilbur sighs. "Tom, what are our safe words?" Tommy feels a small amount of shame pool in his stomach at the sigh and shrinks under Wilbur's gaze. "Ruby and crystalized.."
"And when can you use them?" Wilbur says, pressing against his hole, Tommy tenses. "Whenever I need to." Wilbur leans down and presses his lips to Tommy's cheek. Gentle, safe, he's safe. "Good, good boy Toms. Now take a deep breath for me."
Tommy nods then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Just as he does so Wilbur pushes the tip of his finger into Tommy, making him breathe in sharper and tense slightly more.
"No no, none of that Darling." Wilbur then kisses Tommy's jaw until he untenses. "You gotta relax Tom, it feels weird I get that, but you gotta relax for me." Wilbur kisses up his jaw and slots their lips together. The word 'safe' flies around Tommy's skull as he lets a groan vibrate between their lips, his mouth opening to accept Wilbur's tongue once again.
Wilbur's finger slides in to the second knuckle with ease after that, he smiles against Tommy's lips as their tongues continue to dance. It feels weird, like really weird, but it's probably just cause it's only one. "Wilbur.." Tommy murmurs against his lips. "What is it, Baby?"
Baby.
His brain lights up in the best way possible. Nicknames were such a good idea. "Want more, please." Tommy speaks against his cheek, kissing at the skin there afterwards. Wilbur chuckles and kisses Tommy's cheek in confirmation. "Alright Hun, give me another deep breath."
As Tommy takes another breath Wilbur slips in his ring finger inside, Tommy's eyebrows furrow at the intrusion but he stays relaxed. "Good boy, you're doing so well for me." Wilbur hums into his cheek as he begins to slowly move his fingers in and out, the lube now dribbling out.
Tommy's brain still felt a little on edge from having this happen but the worries get drowned out from the feeling of Wilbur's lips locking with his once again. Everything felt so warm, in the best way, the hand continuing to rub Tommy's cheek while the other-
Tommy exclaims and his knees arch up off the bed as Wilbur presses up inside of him, pressing against a spot he could never find even if he tried. One of his hands leaves Wilbur's hair to cover his mouth once again, small whimpers flowing into his palm.
Wilbur chuckles and decides to kiss Tommy's cheek instead as he continues to move his fingers. "Do you not like kissing me Baby?" He murmurs teasingly into his cheek, pressing a third finger against his hole. Tommy lets his hand thread back into Wilbur's hair. "Shut the fuck up." Tommy mutters before pressing their lips together for the millionth time tonight.
He was addicted, what can he say? The third finger is pressed into him with a small whine emitting from Tommy as he does so. Tommy then lets his head fall back and he pants into the now heated air as Wilbur fingers him.
Wilbur kisses down his neck and starts to attack at the skin there, painting his neck with hickeys, dark and light. With the fingers constantly moving in him and the feeling of Wilbur laying a barrage of bruises across his neck and upper chest, it was too much to even try and hide his noises.
"Wilbur, Wil f-fuck." Tommy's brain is going fuzzy, he's so deep in the feeling of pleasure. He loves it, he loves Wilbur. He loves him so much. Wilbur leaves one more mark and nudges his fingers up, a warm mewl leaking out of Tommy's mouth.
"God Tom, you sound so fucking good. I'm almost done Love, just give me a bit more time." Wilbur says, leaning up and kissing Tommy's cheek as he decides to press his fingers in a little further, hitting a few places too deep. His mind is actually disintegrating.
I sound good. He said I sound good.
Tommy swallows and lets his mouth fall open with a moan, body curling more into Wilbur's own as he turns to kiss Wilbur, his hands grabbing at Wilbur's shoulders.
I love you. I'm so happy you still love me Wilbur.
Wilbur pulls back from the kiss, then lays one more kiss on the corner of his lips before pulling his fingers out of Tommy, a whine echoing loud in his throat. "I know Love, I know. But I think I'm all done, if you think you're ready of course."
Oh. Right, the sex. Tommy honestly got so distracted by the feeling of Wilbur just fingering him that he forgot that it was prep. Tommy looks down and sees Wilbur's… y'know. There's that feeling of impending doom again. "Hey," Wilbur uses his clean hand and tilts Tommy's head up to look at him. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to. You know that right?"
I love you. I love you.
Tommy takes a deep breath and nods. "I want to, please." Wilbur gives Tommy a small smile and hums. "I'm so proud of you, Tom." Tommy doesn't even care about the stupid smile that plasters itself on his face. Wilbur means the world to him, he loves him so much.
Wilbur grabs the bottle once again and pours lube directly onto his cock, using the hand he used to stretch Tommy to spread it over himself. Tommy watches Wilbur's face as he does so and, god. His eyes were nearly shut from how lidded they were, gaze cast down on his own working hand as hot breaths puffed out from his lips. And he was using that same masterful precision that he always did with Tommy.
Long story short, he looked amazing. He eventually stops and wipes the excess lube on the sheets, afterwards he looks at Tommy. "Think you're about ready, big guy?" Tommy watches him return to the place in-between his legs and looks at the large and now slick appendage hanging heavy on top of his own hard cock. He looked so small in comparison.
"You said this wouldn't hurt right?" Tommy says quietly, his voice feeling much weaker than before all of a sudden. Wilbur nods and slides back slightly. "As long as you stay relaxed for me everything'll be fine." Tommy hums and nods. "Yeah, yeah ok."
Wilbur leans down and kisses Tommy. "One more time Love, deep breaths when you say it, what are our safewords?" Oh god, he's actually doing this. Wilbur grabs his cock and angles it down, the head now pressed against his hole. "Ruby and cry- mm!" Tommy's body goes rigid as Wilbur presses himself into Tommy, only the head being seated inside.
Ok, so he was much much bigger than his fingers. He was right it didn't hurt, but god damn it was a stretch. He was leagues bigger than Bronson was.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck why did he think about him?
"Wil- Wilbur, help please." Tommy whimpers out, his now shaking hands going to grab onto Wilbur's forearms, fingers tightening with a near brushing grip. He can feel his eyes start to water, legs going to wrap around Wilbur's hips. "Tom, it's ok, I'm here- Wilbur's here ok? It's me, I'm gonna take care of you I promise."
Wilbur's voice sounded slightly muffled under the sound of his heartbeat now filling his ears, the rest of the room blurring out of existence as he tried to center in on Wilbur. But even the black void surrounding the two of them was too much, it was too suffocating. He could feel the hands reaching out of the inky abyss and feeling all over him again. Feather like claws trailing over his skin with poisonous tips, tight but barely there.
"Wil- fuck Wil please." Tommy was shaking now, he could feel it against the faint shadow that was the bed under him. He hears Wilbur vaguely mutter a curse before a familiar weight is on him with grounding arms wrapping around his trembling form. The arms squeeze, but instead of poison and cold he feels care. He feels love.
"I'm here Tom, breathe for me Baby. Wilbur's here."
Baby.
The name floats around in his head again as his eyes close, trying his best to not focus on the waning fingertips trailing up his legs. He instead focuses on the mass pushing further into him, that familiar safe warmth attached to the front of his body wrapped around him like a blanket.
"Wilby, B-Bubba please, I need you please." A small gasp fades through Tommy's mind before pillow plush lips press against his forehead. "I'm here Tom, Bubba's here."
Tommy feels a sob wrack through his body as his arms go to cling onto Wilbur, the other still pushing into him. Christ, how big was this guy?
Tommy is soothed through Wilbur pushing into him, weak pleas of "Wilbur" and "Bubba" being soothed with the shushing of gentle promises hidden in kisses. Eventually, Wilbur stops moving with a sigh. He then chuckles softly before kissing Tommy's cheek. "See? 'M all done now Tom, it fits. You're ok."
Tommy feels his eyes flutter open to see Wilbur's shiny face in front of his own, the same soft smile set there. Peering down he sees where the two are connected, his own still hard cock now pinned in-between their stomachs as his legs rest on Wilbur's thighs.
Fuck Wilbur felt fucking humongous in him. When he shifted slightly he could feel the damn thing move in him because of how their stomachs are pressed together. Is he really that thin?
Tommy shuts his eyes for a moment and sighs before opening them again. Yep, he's still in the same room. This isn't Bronson. This isn't a nightmare. This is here and now, and this is love.
"I love you Wil."
The words tumble out before Tommy can even try to stop it. He notices it late too, because the second he does he clasps both of his hands over his mouth, now suddenly very aware of his actions.
He did not just fucking say that. Wilbur's gonna hate him. He's gonna pull out, call him disgusting, he's never gonna talk to him again.
Wilbur kisses him. He kisses him slow and deep and- it's perfect. But Tommy's so paranoid over what he said that he can't close his eyes. Once he pulls back his kisses Tommy's cheek. "I love you too Tom."
And it sounds genuine.
"I love you with all my heart. I would give up everything if it means I can keep loving you the way I am."
And it sounds like he means it.
"I love you Tom,"
And he actually might love him.
"I always will."
Tommy doesn't say anything for a moment, nothing but the sound of his heartbeat and the faint sound of AC fills the air. But then, slowly, Tommy wraps his arms back around Wilbur, one of his hands going into Wilbur's hair.
"Wil," Tommy says, hooking his legs around Wilbur's back. "Please love me." The tears are freely flowing now, but he knows they're not bad. Wilbur smiles and takes Tommy's lips against, the smile molding their lips. "With pleasure, Tom."
Wilbur draws his hips back, slowly of course, it makes Tommy suck in a breath through his teeth while the sensation runs through his body. It's weird, he hasn't done something like this, well, not slow anyways. He likes it. It's a nice change of pace.
When Wilbur pushes his hips back, the most pleased moan drifts into the air, pleasure paddling through his veins and nulling his senses. This was still a little weird but the faint pleasure that he could feel from the slow push and pull of his hips was amazing. It was so perfect.
"Wil, Wilbur-" Tommy didn't even need anything, he has no clue why he's calling out for Wilbur. He just feels far away for some reason, even though he's literally inside him. Maybe that was something else to talk about. Wilbur only shushes him and presses a kiss to his jaw, a soft sigh slipping past his lips as he presses fully in and slows his hips to a grind. "I'm here Love, Wilbur's here and I still love you." He presses a kiss to his cheek. "'M always gonna love you Tom."
A keen sounds from Tommy as his fingernails dig into Wilbur's back. I love you so much. Never leave. Please stay. "Wil, please m-move. I want more please, I wanna feel your love deep in me." Tommy spits out, hips moving down against Wilbur's own, a short groan spilling from his lips. He wants more of that. He wants to know that Wilbur feels as good as he's feeling.
Wilbur presses a quick kiss to his lips then leans back, grabbing Tommy's waist and drawing his hips back. "You'll tell me if the pace is too much right?" Wilbur says, and Tommy has never nodded faster. He just wants him to fucking move. Wilbur chuckles. "Ok, ok."
Wilbur then takes a deep breath and pushes his hips forward again with a sigh, he then draws them back, and pushes forward with more force. The pace is slow still, but faster than before. He still feels big as all hell inside of Tommy but he's getting used to it. Kind of.
The gentle slaps of Wilbur's thrusts fill the room, along with Tommy's occasional broken moan. He's still trying to hold himself back to a certain degree, even though he knows that Wilbur will take care of him the way he wants. Better safe than sorry.
Tommy then realizes the purpose of the slightly slow pace when Wilbur lifts up his right leg and puts it over his shoulder. Making just the right angle to- A, louder than he would like to admit, moan tears through Tommy's throat, pleasure shooting hot up his spine.
He wasn't going slow, he was going deep. That was the purpose behind it. "F-Fuck, Wilbur- holy fuck Wil, please, I need the- I need that again please. More, please more." Tommy could see the addictive feeling to this, this felt perfect. And even more perfect that it was coming from Wilbur.
Wilbur leans forward a bit, damn near folding Tommy in half from the leg still thrown over his shoulder, and kisses Tommy. "Your wish is my command Baby, just keep moaning pretty for me like that." Wilbur hums, his voice much lower and breathier than it was before.
Tommy nods and laughs dumbly, his body feeling like a sauna at this point. He could feel old tears sliding down his face, but he was so focused on Wilbur somehow hitting that perfect spot in him every time that he didn't even worry about them.
He feels so loved. He knows this is sex and it's supposed to be a large bout of passion and push and pull and sexual energy. But he just feels love, in every single thing that Wilbur's doing. Every slight twitch on his grip, every huff of air he takes, and even the way he's looking at him right now. It's so full of love, he feels overstuffed with it.
But all of that gets thrown out the window as he feels his cock twitch against his stomach needily. Fuck, he has to cum. This has been taking way too fucking long. In a good way of course.
"Wil," Tommy whines, grabbing onto Wilbur's wrist and pulling at it. "Wilbur please more, I wanna cum Wil, please." Wilbur's hips stutter for a moment and a look passes over his face that Tommy can't quite describe. "You'll tell me if you, mm, want something to change right?"
Tommy nods and his eyes close for a moment as another thrust is pressed into that perfect spot. "I will, I promise." Wilbur takes a deep breath at that and nods. "Alright, hold on tight then."
Tommy's hands leave Wilbur and grab the pillow under his head, which was a very good call. Wilbur's grip slides down and tightens on his hips, not dangerously tight, but tight. He then starts a much faster pace, while still managing to fully sheath himself with every thrust. It drives Tommy insane.
Tommy's mouth works against him, pleas and moans pour out like a waterfall as he's fucked into. His brain can barely catch up with what he's doing, making all his words come out slurred and broken sounding from his mind trying to stop him from saying them at all. It was a mess, a euphoric broken mess.
"God Tom," Wilbur grunts out, his body leaning down once again to kiss his cheek. He really loved kisses as much as Tommy, huh? "You're doing so fucking well Tom. I love you so so much, mm."
Love. Love you too. I love you so much.
Tommy moans out something similar to 'I love you too' but it's so slurred that it hardly sounds like words at all.
"Wil, Wilby- Wil! 'M close, please I'm so fucking close please-" Tommy sobs, his hands going into Wilbur's back once more, clawing wildly at the skin there as he's fucked into the bed. His mind was getting fucked as he did so. He couldn't fucking think.
Wilbur groans into his cheek and nuzzles into the space right behind his ear, low groans and huffs being breathed into his skin. "I've got you Tom, don't worry." Tommy feels a hand wrap around his cock and start to stroke him.
"Fuck fuck- please please Wilbur- 'm gonna cum, fuck I'm gonna cum-!" Tommy brings Wilbur to his own lips once again and mashes their tongues together as his stomach becomes tighter and tighter, his whole body beginning to shake.
Wilbur moans into the kiss and that does it for Tommy. He comes crying Wilbur's name into his mouth, his hips twitching in Wilbur's one handed grip. He can feel the substance shoot up and nearly hit his chin, but because of how close they are it squishes between their bodies. It's kinda gross, but mostly hot.
Wilbur pulls back and murmurs praises right into Tommy's ear slowing his pace to a stop as he milks Tommy for all he's worth, squeezing every last drop out of him. Why was he stopping? Did Tommy do something wrong?
As Tommy gives a whine Wilbur lets go of his dick, he leans back. "See? You did just fine, Toms, I knew you could." Wilbur says with a small smile, he then starts to draw his hips back, but he doesn't thrust back in which makes Tommy tighten his grip around his waist.
"Tom?" Wilbur says as he stops his movements, his hands going back to Tommy's waist. "What's up?" Tommy's eyebrows furrow. "The fuck do you mean 'whats up'? You didn't come yet, Wil." Tommy's always been the one to get off, why wasn't Wilbur taking this one time to please himself?
"Tommy, you already came, I'm not gonna overwhelm you like that." Wilbur says, but makes no attempt to move further. Tommy huffs and rolls his eyes. "Wilbur I swear to fucking God if you don't cum in me, I'm leaving."
Wilbur huffs a laugh and pushes himself back in, Tommy's face scrunching up at the stretch. "Fine, but you'll call Ruby if you need it, right?" Tommy nods and grinds his hips down slightly. "Yeah yeah whatever, now fucking fuck me already."
Wilbur rolls his eyes and shakes his head fondly. "Here, sit up for me." Wilbur gives Tommy almost no time before he's pulling Tommy up by his waist, his whole world tilting as he's sat up into Wilbur's lap. His legs stay wrapped around Wilbur's waist and he wraps his arms around his shoulders.
Wilbur gives him a smile and kisses him, then pulls back once he wraps his own arms around Tommy's waist. "I just want it to be a bit easier for me to kiss you."
Tommy's face flushes red and he smacks a fist against Wilbur's back jokingly as he plants his chin on Wilbur's shoulder. "Just fuck me you corny bastard." Tommy grumbles, a laugh jumping out of Wilbur at that.
"Alright alright, fine. I'll stop teasing." Wilbur says before tightening his hold on Tommy and starting a moderately fast pace of fucking up into the boy, small huffs and groans being breathed into his neck.
Tommy lets out soft moans as his head stays tilted back, taking every extra bite that Wilbur leaves on his neck. It was pretty much all he needed to not feel too overwhelmed, cause even though he was the one who offered his body to Wilbur, he was still very sensitive.
"You're doing so well for me Tom, I'm almost there, just hold on a little longer for me."
Ok, maybe the sensitivity was worth it. Tommy whines as Wilbur fully bites down onto his neck and gives a few more final grinds into Tommy before a warmth begins to fill him. Tommy's brain feels like it's fully shutting down in the best way possible. He can feel Wilbur twitching in him as he's filled, like really filled holy fuck how much did this guy cum-
"I love you so much Tom, I love you so so much you did so fucking well." Wilbur murmurs again Tommy's jaw, his hips still slowly rocking up into him. Tommy mewls happily and chuckles. "Y-Yeah, I guess it wasn't too bad."
Wilbur hums and places a kiss on Tommy's jaw before pulling back. "Now, how about we get cleaned up, huh?" Wilbur says, laying Tommy back on the bed so he can pull out. Tommy hisses at the feeling. "I know, I know Tom."
Tommy ignores the way his heart pulls at the lack of a nickname. He then suddenly is a little too aware of the situation he's in right now, he can feel his stomach churn slightly. "H-Hey Wil, I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick ok?"
Wilbur nods his head slowly then lets go of Tommy. "Ok, just don't take too long, I still wanna get you cleaned up and everything." Tommy tosses him a smile. "Will do."
It takes a second (and some assistance from Wilbur) for Tommy to get up off the bed, but once he does he grabs his phone from his abandoned pants and stumbles out of the room and into the bathroom. As soon as he closes the door he sighs heavily and puts his back to it.
Why does he feel so fucking bad? Tommy shuffles over to the toilet and sits down. He sighs and opens his phone, going to his contacts as his fingers work faster than his mind because before he knows it-
"Hello?" He hears Ranboo quip from the other side of the phone, he doesn't hear any sort of music or anything so he must not be streaming. "Ranboo?" Tommy feels his legs start to bounce as the silence of the bathroom starts to settle in a little too much.
"Yeah, what's up Tommy?" A heavy sigh weighs his body back to sag against the back of the toilet. "I, uh- I have a question. And it's gonna sound weird as fuck but, answer like, truthfully ok? I need you to say you'll answer truthfully." Ranboo makes a small noise. "Yeah, yeah of course."
Tommy hums then decides he's a bit too high up in the room and slides off the toilet onto the floor, crossing his legs. "Ok, and remember, be honest." Ranboo's a hopeless romantic right? He has to know. He sighs.
"Do you-" He goes quiet as he hears Wilbur walk past the door whistling. "Ok, what would you do if you had a thing for someone, but you didn't wanna tell them cause you might ruin a relationship that you already have?" Ok, that could've been worded in a million different ways but hopefully he got his point across.
Ranboo blows a raspberry and there's a small bit of shuffling followed by a tiny moment of silence. "Ok, um, wow that is a lot. Hold on." Tommy leans back and pulls his knees to his chest as Ranboo sighs. "Ok, what would I do if I had a crush on someone? Well-"
"Not a crush, a 'thing'." Tommy can practically hear the eye roll Ranboo gives at that. "Right, a 'thing'. Still, if I had a thing for someone but didn't wanna tell them, god. Ok, well, I mean, you really shouldn't overthink stuff like this anyways. I mean, how long have you known this hypothetical person?"
Tommy opening his dms to see Wilbur's icon with an unread message next to it. His heart fluttering at the name 'Toms'. Gentle hands holding his own as he calms his breath.
Tommy sighs. "Long enough to feel like we're bro- um, siblings." Yeah good job hiding that one dumbass. "Ok, well, if you're that close already then maybe just change small things in the way you two interact. Like, maybe hugging every time you two see each other, or a lot more random bouts of physical affection."
Wilbur pulling Tommy in for a hug whenever he arrives at Wilbur's house. A pat on the shoulder everytime he does something good. Tommy wrapping his arms around Wilbur's torso and nuzzling into his chest. A nearly there kiss being pressed against his head. "Well, that's one of the problems, they think I'm fucking clingy, man. I don't wanna push them away just cause I wanna be near them all the time."
I wanna be around him a little too much honestly. I'd stay forever if I could. He hears Ranboo hum. "Well, do you know if they actually think that you're clingy?"
"Well, I just wanted to know something." Tommy says, taking a small breath after. "Do you think I'm clingy?" "No."
"No, they don't." Tommy whispers, cause he can hardly believe that it's true. He knows that Wilbur taking care of him couldn't have been easy. So why- "Tommy?" Ranboo quips from the other end, a sliver of worry hidden in his voice.
"I just care about 'em a lot y'know? And he makes me so so happy and always knows how to make me laugh and he cares about me and, fuck don't even get me started on when we cuddle. And I just, I wanna tell him this, I really do-" Tommy's voice cuts out of his own throat, new burning tears sliding down his cheeks.
I love you Tommy, I always will.
"'But?'" He hears Ranboo echo through the fog of his mind. Warm hands, don't leave, please stay. A hiccup shakes Tommy's form as a sigh finds his voice. "But I'm scared."
It was stupid, Tommy knew it was stupid. Wilbur said he loved him and even if it wasn't in a romantic sense he still cared about him more than the common person. But that doesn't mean that little nagging voice in the back of his head is wrong.
Ranboo sighs from the other side. "Well, have you ever considered that maybe if you never say anything that's gonna screw you over more in the long run? You can't get your feelings hurt if they never know of any feelings to begin with."
Well, that was Tommy's proof that he wasn't explaining it right because that's just not what he means at all. "Look, Ran it's-" A knock nearly sends Tommy's soul out of his body. "I gotta go." Tommy says, bringing himself to his feet and sitting back on the toilet. How long has Wilbur been waiting?
"Tommy, are you ok-" "I'll talk to you later." Tommy hangs up the phone before another word can be spoken and sets it on the counter. He flushes the toilet for extra effect. "Come in." He says while wiping at his eyes, hoping they don't look too bloodshot.
Wilbur walks in with the two towels from earlier and smiles. "Hey, how you doin' Toms?" Tommy's heart pulls in a funny way at the nickname and he smiles small. "'M good. Just needed a sec to come back down to earth."
Wilbur nods and kneels on the floor in front of Tommy before holding up the damp towel with a silent question, and Tommy nods. Wilbur gently grabs Tommy's left leg and lifts it onto his shoulder before reaching further under Tommy and cleaning around his hole, not quite pushing in yet, just getting the excess lube that's there.
"That's fair." There's a small beat of silence. "Can you push for me Hun?" What? They weren't having- why was he still using the nicknames? Tommy shakes himself out of it and nods, flexing his hole and feeling the cum dribble out of him. It's a little embarrassing (and slightly reminiscent of the first time he had to do this) but he gets a small bit of praise while he does it, so it's worth it.
"Did you enjoy it Tom?" Wilbur says, tossing the towel into the dirty clothes basket and grabbing the dry one to clean Tommy some more. Tommy nods, a smile gracing his features. "Yeah, I genuinely did. And I already know I felt good so I'm not even gonna ask."
Wilbur laughs at the faux show of cockiness and throws away the other towel. "Yes, you did feel good Tom, now c'mon you need rest and pain pills or else you're gonna be really sore in the morning."
I felt good. He said I felt good.
Tommy hums happily and grabs the hand Wilbur offers to help him to his feet before being guided back to the room. Once they're back he climbs into the bed and sits up near the headboard, his legs tucked under the blanket.
Wilbur opens the bottle and shakes two of the pills into his hand then hands the bottle and the pills to Tommy. "Here, those should be strong enough to help you through the morning." Tommy nods then pops the pills into his mouth and takes a swig of water, taking another one afterwards cause the pills don't go down right the first time.
"How do you know so much about this shit?" Tommy asks, setting the water bottle to the side as he tucks himself under the blankets. "Well," Wilbur says as he lets himself under the covers, laying across from Tommy. "One, I am a fully grown adult who has had a sex life before we started all this. And two, I've done research for aftercare Tom."
Something about the mention of past relationships makes something gross boil in Tommy for a moment. "Hm, I guess." Whatever, he'll worry about that on a different day. Tommy says and wraps his arms around Wilbur, his whole body buzzing with joy when he feels Wilbur wrap his own arms around him almost instantly.
"Goodnight Wil." Tommy hums against his chest, waiting a moment before hastily adding. "I love you."
He hears Wilbur chuckle and thinks this is the end of everything before he feels a kiss being pressed firmly against his head. "I love you too, Tom."
His mind fades into unconsciousness with those five words bouncing around his skull.