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Henry sucked in a breath through his teeth, stopping in the doorway of his and William’s shared office. William was there. Lying on the rickety couch they’d pilfered from a local garage sale a few years back, his face pressed into one of the faded, yellow cushions. His glasses were folded on the floor, and one of his arms was lolling off the side, the other pinned under him. He was asleep.
This wasn’t a particularly unusual sight recently. William was taking pain medication due to the unfortunate accident he was caught in a few weeks ago, and it often knocked him out cold. Being the man he was, however, he insisted on still coming into work. This resulted in him squirrelling away to their office to nap from around 12pm till 3.
Henry didn’t mind, really. If it helped him recover faster and prevented him from making any stupid mistakes regarding their finances, the man could take his time to rest. If Henry got to see William (typically high-strung and immaculate) relaxed and dishevelled, well, that was simply a little bonus.
No, it wasn’t William being passed out that gave him pause; it was a certain conversation they had the other day. They were both working silently when William suddenly blurted, “If you want to shag me while I’m conked out, you can do that.” and then, after a long, pregnant pause, “To destress! I know your workload’s been heavier without me to help you.” He then laughed his stupid, charming laugh and flashed Henry with his stupid, toothy grin, and Henry decided immediately that he’d take him up on that offer.
Now that the prospect of actually fucking William while he was unconscious presented itself to him, he found himself hesitating slightly. His mouth was dry, and, dear god, was he shaking? Yet his cock was already stirring in his pants, and his friend looked so pliant with his mouth slightly open, drooling just a little. He couldn’t pass this up. He’d never forgive himself.
With a newfound vigour, Henry entered the office proper, remembering to spin around and lock the door (so he wouldn’t be bothered). He approached William, not really sure where to begin. Reaching out slowly, he prodded the man's face, sinking a finger into the flesh of his cheek and retracting it, watching carefully how his skin descented at his touch. Then he pinched either side of his mouth between his thumb and forefinger, chuckling softly as William’s mouth stretched into a perfect 0, showing off the slight buck teeth Henry found so endearing.
Humming lowly, Henry leaned down so his face was level with William’s, gently leaning in to peck the corner of his mouth. Then the other. Then to lick up the trail of saliva dripping down his cheek and plunge his tongue into his mouth. It was strange—both because he was kissing him sideways and that he wasn’t being kissed back. William was always very enthusiastic when it came to this sort of thing, arguably to a fault. His tongue would swirl around Henry’s obscenely; he’d often forget to pull away to breathe and pant desperately when they did break apart. Now, though, the flesh was a dead thing in his mouth, completely limp. Henry prodded at it and it twitched slightly, and he groaned at the slight reaction. Christ, he was far more into this than he thought he’d be.
Flustered, Henry pulled back, wiping his mouth with his palm. It was suddenly far too hot in the cramped little room. Standing, he looked down at William, a wicked idea wiggling its way into his head. He took off his tie (this gaurish, colourful thing, speckled with glitter he could never quite wash out) and positioned both of William’s hands on his back, gently lifting him to retrieve the one he was laying on. Making quick work of tying his wrists together, he moved his hands down to his hips, climbing up to kneel behind him on the sofa. It excited Henry greatly how much of William’s body he could cover with his palms and fingers. When he grasped his hips, his thumbs could just barely touch in the middle of the man’s back. Like this, with him unmoving, ragdoll-like, he could easily rock him up and down his cock. Henry’s thoughts briefly drifted to the various Spring Bonnie plushies he had sullied in such a way—imagining his friend instead.
He hastily reached to unbuckle his belt, loosening his pants just enough to pop his cock free, sighing at the release of tension. Hard already, it throbbed a little in the open air, flushed and searingly warm when he grazed it with his fingers.
Breathing heavily, Henry tried to calm himself down. He couldn’t get too excited, not yet at least. Hooking his fingers under both the hem of William’s slacks and his boxers, he pulled them both down to his knees in one motion. His hands smoothed across the skin on William’s thighs, roughly kneading into them with his thumbs. They shifted under his touch, William instinctively parting his legs further at the motion. Henry gulped.
Moving his attention to his ass, he placed a hand on each of his cheeks and spread them apart, his soft, relaxed hole gaping slightly as he did so. This wasn’t a new sight, but something about the way William’s body yielded to him while he was completely and utterly powerless stirred something from deep within Henry. Hunger. He’d been riled up before, sure. William loved seeing how far he could push him, yet this was different. He wanted to devour him in his entirety. Take everything he had and more.
Leaning down, he dragged his tongue in a line from his friend’s hanging balls to his hole, beginning to eat him out with more conviction than he had ever done anything in his life. William moaned softly in his sleep, causing Henry to double his efforts.
William had kept asking him to do this for him; Henry never had, convinced he wouldn’t be into it. The fact he was doing it now, when William didn’t know, made his cock twitch for a reason he couldn’t articulate. It wasn’t particularly unpleasant, either. William, characteristically, was very clean; he tasted like subtle mint body wash with the slight tang of sweat.
After a few minutes, William started to rock his hips and vocalise more frequently. These soft, small sounds akin more to a whine than anything else. The noises went straight to Henry’s gut—he'd never sounded like that before. He pushed his face further into him, squishing his nose upwards and forcing as much of his tongue inside William as he could. Then there was a gasp, a shudder, and Henry finally pulled back to see how his friend had came. Cum dripped from his cock (still throbbing slightly) and pooled in his underwear.
Amusing. William was still a quickshot in his sleep, it seemed.
Henry immediately regretted allowing himself to take in William’s hole again, still parted by his calloused hands, hot on his skin. It was gaping slightly more, red and puffy, and, oh, so very wet . He needed to be in there. Immediately. Proper preparation be damned, he simply couldn’t wait any longer.
Sandwiching his dick between William’s cheeks, he gave a few experimental rolls of his hips. His friend was so warm, he couldn’t help himself from groaning low in his throat at the contact. Gathering as much spit in his mouth as he could, he pushed it out of his mouth and onto his dry cock, easing his movements.
Pulling as far back as he could, he used his thumb to pop his flushed head into William’s ass. Every nerve in his body was on fire, screaming at him to plough into that tight heat as hard as he possibly could. But he waited. This sort of desire was wholly foreign to him, and finally, he had figured out where it had come from. Like this, William couldn’t talk back to him; he couldn’t act against him; he could barely even react to whatever Henry decided to put him through.
He was very nearly dead. As close as he could be, really.
Henry knew how much his friend feared the prospect of death. That one night they went fishing in college, and William had almost drowned. Henry swears he had never seen such true, honest fright in anything. Even the rabbits he had hunted seemed more accepting of the end than this very intelligent and (seemingly) well adjusted man. And he was able to fuck him in such a state.
With that thought, Henry snapped his hips forward, fully sheathing himself inside of William and pressing his plush ass comfortably against his thighs. Due to the lack of preparation, he was unbelievably tight, almost painfully so, but he knew William could take it. Judging by the garbled sound he made and the way his flesh throbbed around him, he was quite enjoying it.
Opting to move William around like the toy he was, Henry placed both of his hands on his hips. The strength with which he was squeezing him would surely leave bruises—the thought of the other man waking up fresh marks excited him greatly. He slowly pushed William forward; his hole clung to the intrusion, the lack of lube making the drag difficult. He spat on where they joined, rubbing the saliva around with his thumb, and then pulled him back down again. He began fucking William up and down on his cock in ernest.
William moaned into the pillow. He rolled his head to the side, and then back again, his eyebrows knitted together and his mouth hung open. Henry’s heart pounded. He looked so cute like this, distraught. It was clear he was about to wake up, and Henry had another wicked idea.
As William jolted awake, he tried to lift and swivel his head. Henry slammed his face back into the sofa, leaning over him and beginning to rock his hips harshly.
“Wh-” William began, panic and delirium clear in his voice. He was panting in short, shallow breaths. “Fuck. What’s going on, what’s-” He was cut off by a shrill whine as Henry angled into his prostate. Tensing, he climaxed again, fear still evident in his demeanour as he writhed under Henry, fighting his constraints.
Wanting to draw out William’s confusion for as long as possible, Henry tried to stifle his laugh, biting on the shell of William’s ear gently. With that, though, William relaxed considerably. Growing limp and slack. Henry huffed hotly against his face.
“Damn, Bill, again?” He reached down to quickly tug on his friend’s prick. William bucked his hips and groaned. “I didn’t think you’d like me scaring you so much.”
William wheezed out a laugh as Henry continued slamming into him, abusing the sensitive nerves inside him. “Nor did I you. You’re more sadistic than I— fuck —gave you credit for.” He arched his back and began rocking to meet Henry’s thrusts, which were growing more frantic by the second. “You’re close.”
“Mmhm,” Henry nuzzled into William’s neck, his beard brushing against the sensitive, fresh scars. “You’re so soft, like that.”
With that heated admission, Henry forced himself as far into William as he could, the man’s legs buckling under the assault and flattening him onto the couch cushions. After a couple more languid thrusts, he stilled. Immediately regretting what he said. The red-hot shame of vulnerability flooded his gut. He was too caught in the moment to catch himself before he could say something so stupid.
He pushed himself up slightly to meet William’s eye. That wide, crooked grin was already plastered on his flushed face. This couldn’t be good.
“Well, we can always do this again,” Henry hated how William’s low tone made his cock pulse, how the idea of doing this again enticed him. “Or, just a suggestion; I could give you a go.” William winked, and again, Henry hated that he loved it.