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It took a few seconds for Billy to wake. It was a lazy Sunday morning – one much needed after last night – and between the softness of the blankets, and the warm body draped over him, he was pretty sure he had everything he needed to be happy for the rest of his life. So, when said warm body began sliding downwards, Billy didn’t stir to see what it was doing. It could roll around the entire bed, and Billy wouldn’t care as long as it stayed close. It wasn’t until a new warmth – hotter and wetter – focused in on a specific part of him that his brain kicked itself out of sleep.
‘Good morning,’ he slurred, mouth still struggling to wake up.
Not having the same issue, the mouth working at his cock pulled back with a pop.
‘Morning.’ John’s voice sounded like it was coming to him through honey; thick and sweet and reaching him in a slow dribble. ‘Sleep well?’
Like a drunk in a gutter, he meant to say, but it came out as a breathy ‘yeah’, as John licked at his tip. With his senses filtering back to him, Billy could feel that he was already hard. He could also feel John’s fingers gripping into his hips in much the same way they had the night before. His eyes were tired, but as John took him down to the hilt, the thought of how his husband must look in the golden morning, nose buried in Billy’s pubic hair, pried them apart. The sight was better than imagined:
John’s hair fell into his face, not yet combed for the day, and a sleepy languidness that Billy adored was traceable in the lines of his body. He gazed at Billy, eyes hazy as he sucked, tongue working in a way that was almost too wonderful for Billy’s sleep-addled brain. He could almost fall back asleep right then if the pleasure coiling through his abdomen didn’t demand otherwise.
There was shuffling as John repositioned himself, pulling his mouth away for an agonising moment. After a few short strokes to Billy’s cock, and the sound of suckling, he returned, along with a saliva slick finger slipping against Billy’s arse.
‘Oh?’ Billy glanced down.
Mouth stuffed, John raised an eyebrow.
‘Go ahead, love,’ Billy approved, letting his head fall back and eyes close.
The tip of the finger breached him – pressing and teasing his still sensitive insides as John swallowed around his cock. Billy moaned, and was glad that Ryan was out early that morning to walk Terror.
‘Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what’s the occasion?’ He asked, managing to form the words between heady groans.
There were a few seconds before John answered, preoccupied with bobbing his head and working his finger in and out of Billy.
‘Nothing much.’ His voice came out rough and wet, and Billy’s cock twitched. He’d always privately thought that John sounded best in moments like this. ‘Just a thank you for last night.’
Last night. Meaning: the night they’d finally tried one of John’s weirder requests. Specifically, him x-raying into Billy whilst fucking him. He’d suggested it a month ago, bold and calm in a way that let Billy know he’d been thinking about it for a lot longer than the “few days” John was claiming.
Honestly, Billy had never thought about it before, but once John had mentioned it, he was a bit surprised he hadn’t done it already. He was certain, thinking back, that he’d caught him staring at both their stomachs during sex. He wondered if maybe John had only done it to himself – watching Billy’s cock slide into him the entire way through – whilst fantasising about doing the same to Billy. But then, Billy realised that, after three years of marriage, he didn’t know if John’s x-ray vision could penetrate himself. Then he’d been distracted by the thought of John penetrating himself, before finally giving an agitated John an answer of: “I’ll think about it.”
And he’d needed to think about it because, as much as he loved John, and their kinkier sex, this was a little out there. In the end, with a little encouragement – not pleading – from John, he’d said yes. It wasn’t like Billy was the one having to look at his insides during sex. All he had to do was lie back and take a good fucking. And it had been good.
‘No need to thank me, sweetheart. I didn’t have to do much.’
‘But you let me do it.’ John didn’t pull back fully, speaking with Billy’s dick between his lips.
‘I wanted to do it, too,’ Billy corrected.
He got a pleasant hum in response – delicious vibrations around his cock. Billy could feel his orgasm rising steadily from John’s thorough efforts.
‘You know,’ Billy continued, ‘you don’t have to butter me up if you want to do it again.’
He expected John to offer some quip or comment, but instead there was a wet slurp and a second finger pressing against his hole. Whenever John had a winning idea, Billy didn’t hear the end of it for days. His silence now was enough to wake Billy up a bit.
‘John?’ Billy eyed his husband.
John was no longer looking at him, eyes decidedly cast down, focused on his task rather than meeting Billy’s. The sound of Billy saying his name caused him to groan, and Billy wondered if he’d gotten hard just from having Billy’s cock in his mouth, but he swatted the thought away for now. Reaching down, he gripped John’s hair, stilling him. He wasn’t concerned – he knew the signs of genuine distress in his husband – but he was curious. Clearly, something was up.
‘Okay, love. What is it?’ It wouldn’t be the first time they’d discussed problems during sex – it was common, if anything.
There was a moment of hesitation from John before he let Billy’s cock drop from his mouth. Billy almost regretted asking the question, instantly missing the warmth and skilled tongue and tight throat. But years of analysing John’s behaviour meant there was little that went unnoticed by him, and the fact that there was something John wanted to say right now was indicated in his behaviour. He almost seemed embarrassed.
‘You know I’m not judging you, right?’ Billy took a guess. ‘I’m pretty sure I’ve asked weirder things from you to get off.’
Weirder by John’s standards, anyway; the man was a medley of strange sensibilities.
‘You definitely have,’ John scoffed. He smiled, giving Billy’s cock a lazy stroke, and Billy could practically see the happy memories playing behind his eyes. Then, his face scrunched.
‘How much did you enjoy last night?’ He asked.
‘Insecure about your performance?’ He half-joked, then hissed as John gave his cock a tight squeeze.
‘No – shut up – no. Just answer the question.’ He continued to fist Billy’s cock slowly, smearing his saliva around and up to the head as his finger resumed thrusting, and Billy was certain he was the devil.
‘A lot,’ he gritted out. John didn't top often, and even if he wouldn't say it, Billy still wondered if maybe that was the issue; the thought that Billy was possibly unsatisfied. ‘Amazing, wonderful, the best.’
John was silent at that, didn’t even preen like Billy expected. So, it wasn’t how Billy felt he was worried about. A small realisation bit at the back of Billy’s mind.
‘How much did you enjoy last night?’ He asked after a moment of nothing from John.
John’s face screwed tighter.
Ah.
‘So not at all, then?’ Billy answered for him.
Thinking back on it, Billy had seen John’s face twitching in a way that – in retrospect – was in anything but pleasure. He’d thought – as best as he could whilst getting fucked until his brain melted out of his ears – that it must have been a side effect of him keeping his x-ray vision engaged for the entire time. There’d never been any indication before that the effort might put a strain on him, but new territory and all that, Billy had reasoned.
‘If I’m being honest,’ John started slowly, ‘I stopped actually looking about two thirds of the way through.’
He almost sounded relieved to say it.
‘Well that’s-’ before Billy could finish though, John spoke again; a dam broken.
‘It wasn’t what I expected, at all.’ As he spoke, his hands redoubled their efforts. The second finger pressed into Billy, stretching him, whilst his other hand began to jerk him off more vigorously. ‘And after I spent so long thinking about it. It was just so… not it. ’
He sighed, and Billy could see several more sentences working their way up his throat. This had been John’s goal all along, he realised; getting to rant about his disappointment with the night before. A blowjob and a handy were the consolation for Billy having to listen to him complain instead of having the morning to lie in.
Accepting his fate Billy relaxed back, letting the pleasure of John’s hands wash over him at the same time as his voice.
‘No offence but you aren’t attractive on the inside - you’re actually disgusting.’ John sighed, ‘Whoever said beauty is on the inside is a fucking liar.’
‘Not meant to be taken literally,’ Billy moaned. ‘You know you could’ve told me this last night, right?’
‘Yeah, but we were right in the middle of it,’ John whined. ‘And I’d spent a month pestering you about it; I didn’t want to pussy out.’
‘It’s not “pussying out”, it's being normal.’ Billy wondered if this was something they’d need to bring up again at a later date. Probably, he reasoned, unless he could get it done now. ‘And we’re working towards “normal”, remember?’
Sort of, anyway. As normal as they could be after everything, and John leaving Vought.
‘Well, I’m being normal now by telling you, aren’t I?’ John pouted, curling his fingers in just the right way inside of Billy.
Billy didn't think there was anything normal about any of this for a standard couple, but for their relationship - maybe.
‘Well, next time just say something instead of powering through. I’d prefer it that way.’
John rolled his eyes at him, and brought his head down to Billy’s cock, sucking the head into his mouth again. With that, Billy felt his orgasm flash through him, and he gripped strands of blonde hair in his fist, keeping John’s head in place. There were few places he liked to finish as much as in John’s mouth. Maybe his arse. And on his face.
He was vaguely aware, as he came down from his orgasm, of John pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the bed sheets. There was a tangle of fabric and a knee in his shin as John wriggled his way up the bed and back beside Billy. He lay his head on his chest, body half draped over him, and Billy was gratified to feel an erection pressing into his hip.
‘I mean that, by the way,’ Billy said once he was settled. ‘No point in shagging you if you’re not enjoying it.’
‘Yeah, but who are you gonna “shag” instead?’ John mused.
‘A you who’s enjoying it. And I'm serious.’
John snorted, ‘Yeah. I know.’ He frowned and snuggled closer. ‘Just disappointed I guess. Why do your guts have to be so ugly?’
‘I feel so loved with you.’ Billy rolled his eyes.
‘That’s because I do love you.’ John said. ‘ And I’ll love you as long as all that-’ He gestured at Billy’s midsection. ‘-stays inside you.’
‘Never took you for the squeamish type.’
‘You know I’m not,’ John snorted. ‘Just found it gross during sex, I guess. Probably the worst I’ve had.’
‘Again; so loved.’
Billy looked down at John. His eyes were starting to close, like he intended to go back to sleep. Billy glanced at the clock - determining how long they had before Ryan got back with Terror. More than enough time, he found.
He slipped a hand between them, finding John’s cock. Against him, his husband shuddered.
‘Oh, is it my turn?’
‘Do you promise to say something next time?’
John whined, pouted, then finally nodded. Billy would take it, for now.
‘Then I think you deserve something after your terribly unsatisfying night, that you definitely didn’t manage to still come twice during.’ He grinned. ‘Unless you want to go back to sleep?’
John ground his hips into Billy’s hand as an answer. Still grinning, Billy got to work.