Work Text:
It was currently nighttime, maybe around ten o'clock? Homelander wasn't sure. He was more focused on the boy in front of him. He looked a lot like his mother, the hair, the eyes. But he could see a lot of his own features in the boy. He hadn't told Becca he was visiting, it was none of her damn business. She didn't need to know if he was visiting his own son.
Homelander was standing beside Ryan's bed, watching the boy carefully. Ryan was still, and awfully quiet. After a moment Homelander moved to stand in front of the bed. The mattress cracked under the weight of Homelanders knee as he moved to sit down beside Ryan. “ You look a lot like your mother.“ Homelander Said, looking at the boy beside him.
Ryan glanced away, the floor was sure interesting right now. His feet hung off the side of his bed, his hands resting in his lap. He was still getting used to Homelander being his well, Dad. It was a bit jarring to have THE Homelander in the same room as you, talking to you casually.
Ryan's attention was drawn back to Homelander when he felt a hand touch face. The touch was rough, and a bit unsettling too. There was a lot of power behind those fingertips, Power Ryan hoped would never be aimed at him. Homelander’s hand gently forced him to look back at him. “Are you listening to me, Ryan?”
“Yeah, I am.” He said, his voice cracking slightly as he talked. His eyes shifted back to Homelanders after a moment. Homelander smiled slightly as he took a moment to just stare at the boy. His own son, the things he wanted to do to him right now.
“I want to try something out, will you close your eyes for me, Ryan?” Homelander said calmly. This isn't the first time Homelander had asked Ryan to do something or test something. At least he wasn't shoving him off a roof again.
The second Ryan closed his eyes, he felt lips hitting his. Ryan let out a startled noise, which Homelander took advantage of to gently deepen the kiss. It took Ryan a few seconds to realize what was happening, who was kissing him and what to do about it. After a moment Ryan moved to shove Homelander off. Homelander pulled back slightly, His hand still on Ryan's face from when he had forced him to look at him.
“What was that?” Ryan asked, his voice trembling slightly as he moved to shove Homelanders' hand away. He obviously knew what a Kiss was, he had heard other kids his age talk about it. But, His dad just kissed him.
“A kiss, Obviously. Is something the matter?” Homelander said with a hint of amusement running through his tone. How innocent was his Son? How much did he get to corrupt him? Oh the thoughts running through his head right now would make any reasonable person disgusted.
“I know what a kiss is! But, Your my… Dad, it's wrong! ” He exclaimed, his voice raising in volume slightly. Homelander used the hand on his face to pull him closer, looking down at the Boy. His smile had dropped slightly, He had to make Ryan calm down or Becca could hear, and he didn't need her on his ass.
“Ryan, Don't you trust me? Why would I do it if it was wrong?” He cooed with false comfort. Ryan glanced away once again, staying silent for a few moments which Homelander took as a sign of submission. He moved his free hand to Ryan's back, pulling him closer as he once again kissed him. Ryan hesitated, not daring to move as Homelander kissed him.
After a moment he opened his mouth slightly, allowing Homelander to slip his tongue in. Homelander let out a small noise of approval as he deepened the kiss with Ryan. It felt weird, Homelanders tongue was exploring his mouth like he wanted to devour him. Ryan's hands moved from his lap to the mattress, fingers curling around the blanket. Homelanders' hand slid further down Ryan's back, running across his lower back until he managed to cup Ryan's Ass.
Ryan let out a small noise of surprise that went straight to between Homelanders thighs. After a moment Homelander broke the kiss, pulling away slightly as he looked down at the boy. Ryan already looked fucked out of his mind and he had barely even touched him yet. He expected his boy to fall apart after his touch, after all his father should be the only one that pleases him. Ryan went to move away from Homelander, but he grabbed his arm before he could.
“Ryan, Not so fast. I still have more things I'd like to show you.” He said, pulling the boy slightly into his lap. “It will feel good, Won't you let your Dad make you feel good?” He said, trying to seem as comforting and almost mother-like as he could. Homelander's hand slid from his face down to the collar of Ryan's shirt.
“I..I guess.” He muttered, glancing anywhere but at Homelanders face.
“Just make me one promise first. This stays between us, Ryan. Your Mum can't know, if she finds out I could get in serious trouble. We wouldn't want that, would we?” Homelander said, his voice a bit colder now then what Ryan was used to. Homelander knew no one would believe Ryan even if he told anyone, Maybe Butcher would believe him but that's just about it. Ryan tensed slightly, nodding almost instantly. He didn't like it when he got serious.
“Good boy. I knew you would listen to me.” He cooed mockingly, smiling slightly as he kept his eyes trained on the boy. He moved to pull Ryan fully into his lap, manhandling him so Ryan legs were wrapped around his waist. Ryan Tensed up almost instantly, his hand going to grab into the front of Homelanders shirt the best he could.
Before Ryan could speak, The hand Homelander had on the boy's chest moved down to his stomach then under his shirt. His hand slid back up Ryan's chest, his hand rough against the soft warm skin. His hand landed on Ryan's right nipple. After a moment Homelander took Ryan's nipple between two fingers, gently rolling the nub.
Ryan let out a small gasp, his hand instantly going to grab onto Homelanders arm. Homelander smiled almost instantly at the sound. His boy was so responsive to his touch. Homelander stifled back a grown, his suit feeling tight around his crotch now. He moved to slide Ryan's shirt up, revealing Ryan's perky nipples under heath. His mouth latched onto the left nipple while his hand played with Ryan's right one.
Ryan let out a pathetic whimper that sounded straight out of a cheap porno, his hands going to grab onto Homelanders hair, trying desperately to pull him off? Pull him closer? He had no idea. Homelander gently bit down, making the boy's back arch which shoved his chest into Homelanders face. Homelander pulled off after a moment, as much as he would love to keep playing with those pretty Nipples he had other plans.
Ryan was panting, trying to regain his breath as he looked down at Homelander. What was he doing? Why did he suck on his Chest? Homelander moved his left hand between his own thighs, moving to undo his suit and finally release his aching cock. He kept what he was doing out of Ryan's sight for the moment.
“Ryan, collect your breath.” He said, growing slightly annoyed with the boys panting by now. He watched the boy struggle for breath, taking another minute before he calmed down. Homelander moved to sit back up properly, dragging Ryan back into his lap fully with Homelanders cock between his thighs. Ryan froze almost instantly as he looked down, eyes widening before looking back at Homelander.
“What are you doing?” Ryan said almost instantly, looking back up at Homelander.
“Ryan, I told you to trust me and that I'll make you feel good. So trust me and stop questioning me.” He said a bit harsher than he intended to, over the boys questioning by now. He just wanted to fill out his fantasies on the boy but he was worrying far too damn much. Ryan nodded slightly, swallowing hard as he quieted down.
Homelanders hand moved to the hem of Ryan's pajama pants, forcing them down with little care alongside his boxers. Ryan inhaled sharply when the cold air hit his cock. Homelander didn't spare a moment as he took the boys Semi-hard length. He needed him hard for what he wanted to do.
Ryan let out a choked whine at the falling of Homelanders hand on him. His hand pretty much covered all of his dick, and that sparked so many ideas in Homelanders head. Homelander slowly started stroking, his touch rough but not hurtful or displeasing. Ryan kept letting out whimpers, grunts and moans. For a boy who had barely even touched himself, this was overwhelming.
Homelander pulled his hand off after a minute, making Ryan wince at the loss of contact. “Why did you stop?” He asked quietly, scared Homelander might not touch him at all again.
“I have something better planned, My sweet boy.” He said calmly, almost in a soothing tone. Homelander shifted slightly closer, moving his Dick to rest against Ryan's. Homelander was bigger in every way, which was to be expected to be honest. Ryan was watching carefully, his hips subconsciously rubbing slightly to get friction from Homelanders dick.
Ryan really was like his father, unable to wait at least a moment until Homelander moved his hands to rest on Ryan's hip. He enjoyed Ryan rubbing their lengths together.
“Come on, you can do better than that.” He said mockingly towards Ryan, watching the boy unravel and rely on pleasure. He watched the boy start to rut faster, letting out pathetic little noises Homelander couldn't have been more turned on by.
One of Homelanders ' hand moves back to Ryan's chest, cupping at the baby fat there. It was almost like he had two small bombs for Homelander to play with. God, his son was perfect for him in every way. Ryan's sounds got more intense, his hands moving to latch onto Homelander whenever he could. He was so close to cumming, the feeling of Homelanders cock against his was driving him crazy.
“Are you close, Ryan?” Homelander said, looking at the boy fully once again. He looked so fucked out, so how more fucked out then earlier. His mouth was open slightly, his hair was a mess and blush was spread across his body.
“D..Dad-” He stuttered, cumming all over his own stomach and Homelanders dick. Homelander moved his hand down and to Ryand stomach, running his hand through the cum and smearing it across Ryan's chest. Ryan was breathing heavily, trying to calm down when he felt Homelanders hand wrap around both of their cocks.
Homelander was so close to cumming, just seeing his son like this was almost enough to drive him over the edge. He let out a low groan and a few strokes later he was cumming. He aimed his dick so he came all over Ryan's stomach mixing their cum together. Ryan felt like he was going to pass out, his exhaustion hitting him like a train.
“Go to bed, Ryan. I'll take care of everything.” How could Ryan resist that? He glanced at Homelander and in a few moments he felt slumber pulling him underneath.