#(xx) sinday threads.

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❛  you didn't tell me that was a rule ... i didn't know i wasn't supposed to do that!  ❜ coughs

“ I DID, however, tell you to call me sir. ” William’s reply could almost be called bored, if not for the heated possession in his tone, the dark, glittering want in his eyes . . . The way he is bearing down, skin pressed against skin and chest pressed against back. “ You’re a smart girl. I know I don’t need to spoon feed you everything. ”

When he leans impossibly closer, this time his breath ghosts against her ear.

“ Now prove it to me. ”

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“ stop that — we’re in public. ” ( from henry hehe / @ladyseidr )

IN HIS MANY MANY YEARS WITH HENRY, WILLIAM HAS PERFECTED HIS WOUNDED LOOK OF INNOCENCE. He dons it now, casting large confused eyes to the other man . . . completely ignoring the fact they’ve just come out of a meeting about the prospect of building the diner and they’ve literally barely left the building and he’s brushing his hand suggestively against Henry’s thigh, impatient and unashamed. “What?” William says, false puzzlement thick in his voice. “I’m not doing anything.”

Not yet he’s not. But it’s a familiar game: he’ll start with his thighs, and then press closer, tugging the other man into a secluded spot for messy kisses or sly handjobs or flat-out sex before ten minutes has passed. He’s not shy about his infatuation for Henry (though had been cautious enough to ensure nobody had been around to see them here), and the sly gleam in his eye belies the innocence on his features.

“Anyway, you’re being unfair.” Any pretence at playing the fool is dropped instantly when he lowers his voice, turning it something hungry, wanting: “You didn’t see how you looked in that meeting. I wanted to rip the clothes off you then and there, love. You really should be thanking me for being patient.”

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❛  am i doing good for you?  ❜ ( from vanessa ! )

THEY MAKE DO WITH THEIR CURRENT SITUATION: his form, glitchy as ever, more so thanks to the strain of keeping a human appearance; bearing down on her, hands roaming, taking, touching. He’s careful, but that doesn’t mean gentle — his dark hair is a mess, spilling over his face and loose ends glitching purple and yellow; and when his eyes roam over her, she gets a flicker of glinting teeth in the facsimile of a smile. Flitting, fleeting. Approval and lust dancing wildly in those deep eyes. “ Above and beyond, ” he tells her, because while neither of them can leave marks that last long, that doesn’t stop him from TRYING: dark marks blossoming on her neck, sitting back, form sputtering as emotion rages; “ My good girl. Know exactly how to win me over, don’t you? Like you were made for it. ” And I for you, he does not say, but for a second, his touch is more intimate and fond than ever.

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❛ make me forget everything except your name. ❜ (feel free to ignore i just had to )

“ ALL TWO THOUSAND YEARS . . . ” His voice is silky smooth, laced with a thrumming, throbbing edge of desire. When he traces his hands over Maurice’s skin, his touch is purposeful, warm. “ Erased by a couple of touches. God , ” William grins, cruelly endeared, “ you don’t know what you’re asking me for. But I won’t disappoint. ”

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( 🔥 ) one single night spent together had become a gateway into bad choices and addiction —— starved of touch for the entirety of her life, she felt herself melt underneath the tips of his fingers. the bed was too far away, clothing was far too difficult to deal with in the heat of the moment (they had all night, they could afford to satiate themselves before taking their time, right?) one leg hooked itself against his hip, arms around his shoulders as he pinned her to the back of the hotel door — a unrestrained moan pulling from her lips the moment she felt him inside of her ; all damn day he had been teasing her, seemed as though he too was impatient.

A whimper soon followed, pain mixing itself with the pleasure as his teeth sunk into her shoulder. It made her fingers slip into his hair, pulling at the strands whilst her insides cling onto him. “ Will … ” his name sounded, hand guiding him closer so that her lips brushed at his ear. “We’re not using condoms tonight.”

A HARSH EXHALE OF BREATH AGAINST HER NECK, resisting the urge to bite down before deciding: fuck it. Teeth sink into soft skin, because if she leaves here without something to show for it then he’s losing his touch. Despite the urgency of his actions, his touches are gentle; fingers ever moving, tender and confident, each new movement sending waves of delight and arousal coursing through him.

Eyes blown wide, he barely stops at her words, pulling back just long enough to catch her gaze with his dark, heavy one: “Good,” a breath, as he feels her clench around him, “because I’m not planning on stopping for one. Not when I’ve been waiting for this for so damn long.”