Month / April 2018

by crowfooted

Harringrove fic

lucybrown45:

Wrote a thing: you should find your way home

Steve has spent the last few days unpacking his shit and generally making his presence known in Billy’s apartment. He drove Billy to work one day and on the way home spotted a store selling some truly terrible Hawaiian shirts. He bought three and while Billy had tried to throw them out almost immediately, they made Steve feel more Californian.

by crowfooted

Steve fucking billy until all he can manage is some garbled mess of Steve’s name, and broken, punched out moans. Eyes slightly unfocused, and everything thrumming with oversensitivity. Hands clawing at Steve’s back, maybe drawing blood, but he’s hardly aware of anything except the relentless pounding and the maddening drag of that cock on his prostate. But— “you can be a good boy and come one more time, for me. Can’t you, baby?”

flippyspoon:

YUSSS.

Steve drags a third orgasm out of Billy- he knows just how far to push Billy so that there are tears streaming down Billy’s face just from the sensations as he comes again as Steve strokes his thighs and watches, enthralled, the way Billy always looks like he’s having some holy vision when Steve pushes him this far and Billy comes dry and trembling and Steve finally stills, having already come and able to keep it going to get Billy in this state. It’s the best because it takes Billy so long to come down at this point, he can’t smirk or joke around or be mouthy, he can only breathe, he’s like a live wire practically vibrating, mouth parted, eyes red, cheeks wet, looking like a debauched angel and Steve kisses him all over, soft as a feather and whispers how good he was and how Steve would never want anyone else, can’t even imagine it, kisses his fingertips and the mole on his shoulder, asks his favorite question.

“Are you all mine, baby?”

“Yeah,” Billy whispers. 

“And I’m all yours.”

Billy loves answering the question as much as Steve loves asking it. Because if he belongs to Steve it mean Steve wants him that much and the very thought makes him a little euphoric as Steve kiss him softly. 

And anywhere outside the bedroom even when they’re affectionate together, it’s not like this, though sometimes Steve will fuck with him, throw out his favorite question because maybe he needs it because he’s having a shitty day and he can’t wait any longer- like Billy’s in his arms in some dark corner at school at Steve can’t help himself.

“Are you mine, baby?” Steve whispers in his ear. The question is so connected to what they do in bed that Steve just asking it makes Billy gasp a little.

“I…yeah.”

“And I’m all yours.” 

It always makes Billy a bit weak kneed and googly eyed and totally distracted for a while after, clumsy with love for Steve. And then he’ll glare at Steve on the court or in class.

“Can’t just say that whenever, dickhead,” Billy mutters. “I’m all fucked up now.”

“Sorry,” Steve says, but the thought that he has this effect on Billy makes him smile for the rest of the day.