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This is the beginning of a love story: a desperate wild-burn, a never letting go of the wound. There’s sweetness somewhere hidden down in the heart of it and that’s where the trap lies, razor sharp and without mercy. It’s worth it, though whatever this story between them has become, it’s worth it.
Bill doesn’t feel foolish for wanting Roman as bad as he does. The time has passed and the desire is still there, ancient and wonderful. The feeling, he knows, is beautifully mutual. Roman is a careful man, a true gemini after all, but with Bill the ruse always crumbles and he’s ended up showing his hand far too many times for Bill to ever doubt his intentions again.
Shit happens though and here they are in another round of their forever push-pull of love and running. This time their running chases them down to the hallowed halls of a local club, the night laced luscious with desire. It’s bad how good Bill is in tying Roman neatly around his pretty finger, that darling smile simmering full into a delicious “come here” as he brings his lips to Roman’s, butterflies white hot and free between the two of them as the walls and bodies dancing around them spin and spin into a glittering neon blur.
It’s no secret that one thing Roman just could not stand about Bill was that wretched fucking mouth of his. Once he kicked off, it was a never-ending drama that Roman never seemed to figure out the point of, his mind wandering towards the inevitable make up sex after rather than listening to whatever Bill was fuming about. Luckily Roman learned just how good Bill’s mouth was for less nauseating things, kissing him being one of the finest of those few things.
They’ve barely made it back to Roman’s hotel room tonight, twin hands needing skin and skin, the wait in the elevator fanning the ache into wildfire. The room door clicks open and the two men stumble through, Bill’s back meeting the wall with a delightful thump, a relieved sigh slipping from his lips when he lets Roman claim him, moaning open into his mouth as they kiss and kiss, blood deep with need.
Roman likes it when Bill gets eager grabbing at his ass through his jeans, a devilish smirk glinting on his lips as he brushes them against Bill’s bottom lip, grazing his teeth along plush skin, nipping at his lip ring while he welcomes himself into Bill’s body, strong hands searching up beneath Bill’s blouse, goosebumps flushing up fresh beneath his touch as he palms Bill’s chest, humming with appreciation when he feels him shudder with that thirsty turn of his hips against Roman’s as he crushes his lips to his, tongue lapping greedy at his mouth.
It’s addicting how good this feels to both of them, how gorgeously Bill melts into Roman’s hands, trembling and perfect as he writhes against him, whining for him pressing his body closer while they kiss and kiss again, desire dripping down sweet and heavy.
Roman has always been very particular about his hair and it becomes all the more sacred to him when he feels Bill wash his fingers through long black locks, pulling impatiently as he grinds his hips against Roman’s, his mouth pressed wet against Roman’s, each kiss breathless, butterflies flowering up warm in Bill’s chest.
“Why do we keep doing this stupid shit, baby?” the man Bill loves asks him suddenly. Roman is serious now, raising a hand and caressing it against the soft of Bill’s cheek, his gaze level with Bill’s and Bill is shaken, the knife in his chest twisting one more time. God, Roman is beautiful, so beautiful he ripples chills through Bill’s body when he looks at him like that and for a moment Bill is left speechless, so utterly in love with him, his heart seeping honey to his knees.
He raises a hand brushing tattooed fingers along Roman’s cheek, smiling as he watches the other’s expression relax into the warmth of his touch. “Cuz it works for us, baby,” is Bill’s simple reply, that darling sparkle of a smile on his lips as he brings them back to Roman’s, kissing him and sealing their fate for one more night.
That answer seems to satisfy them both and their world starts turning again, brilliant and devastating. They trade places for a little bit with Bill sat on his knees, looking up at his man with hearts in his eyes and lips parted and primed to perform. Roman sifts his fingers through soft blond strands, peering down at his most beloved, the sight of him nearly making him come right there.
Bill doesn’t wait for his direction, instead moving his hands to settle them against Roman’s thighs, sighing with pleasure when he feels all that muscle twitch in response. He has Roman right where he wants him and holds him there, unbuttoning his jeans and yanking them downward just enough to see what he wants.
He closes his eyes, reveling in the adoration of Roman’s fingers coursing through his hair and a smile spreads on his face, dreamy and glowing when he nuzzles his cheek to Roman’s clothed arousal, the fabric of his boxers already wet with precome. He drags his tongue stud slowly over the bulging tip, moaning quietly as he plants a kiss to it before trailing his mouth up towards Roman’s hips, each kiss lingering and deliberate, reverence placed like a blessing upon his skin.
This game is just getting started, but already Roman feels like he’s at the edge, a siren’s song away from tragedy. He scoffs to himself, tilting his head back against the wall with a half smile, letting Bill to do what he does best. Bill is in heaven on his knees playing his part, mouthing kisses to Roman’s dick, his body throbbing with excitement at how hard Roman is for him. There’s nothing left for either of them to say. It all gets misunderstood anyway.
Roman lets him have it all, praising Bill in stuttering, panting breaths, his hand firm on the back of Bill’s head, guiding him as Bill gladly sucks him off, dribbles of saliva and precome clinging to his chin. The feeling of being full of Roman is heart-singing to Bill, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his skull with happiness.
It’s ruthless how good Bill is at sucking dick and Roman is alight with pride at his creation, rewarding him with a jolt of his hips into Bill’s mouth, grinning as he watches Bill take all of him with ease, brown eyes love struck when they look at one another, raw with longing. “My baby girl,” whispers Roman, the words sealing themselves in Bill’s heart as tears start to well in his eyes. He allows Roman’s dick to fall from his mouth before stroking it slow, wetting a rose of a kiss to the head, the taste of him like an aphrodisiac on Bill’s tongue. He gazes up at Roman then, smiling. “Your baby girl…" he whispers back to him in tenderness, gorgeous face smeared with come.
They undo one another then, slipping out of their clothes still tangled up pleasantly with one another until they tumble naked into the lush, king bed, the blankets quickly pushed out of the way. Roman has Bill resting his back against the pillows on the headboard, long legs spread apart for him like it’s instinct. Bill is so agonizingly hard, his dick taut against his stomach but he doesn’t even think to go there, his attention trained only on the man he loves in front of him, whose loving hands are tip-toeing down the sweat slicked flesh of Bill’s inner thighs.
They find each other then, Bill’s fingers locking themselves around fistfuls of black hair, a groan rumbling low in Roman’s throat as he crushes his mouth against Bill’s, kissing as if they’re running out of forever. Bill is desperate, pleading open mouthed into Roman’s, his breath caught in his throat when Roman’s fingers fan themselves over Bill’s hole, sensitive flesh tensing up and a grin spreads itself wicked on Roman’s face, he’s got Bill caught, ready and absolutely miserable for him. He moves his lips to Bill’s throat, dotting kisses along blushing skin until he meets his pulse point fluttering tender beneath his tongue.
It’s torture for Bill, everything in him wrecked open, displayed like an offering waiting in Roman’s hand and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially now when he feels Roman fold a few of his fingers against the shell of Bill’s lips, those honey brown eyes darkening and Bill swallows hard, mesmerized in his beloved’s gaze as he takes Roman’s fingers in his mouth, lazily rolling his tongue over them, his eyes never shying away from Roman.
He knows that Roman knows that he’s the only one that can work Bill down like this and it’s a privilege that Roman dares not take lightly. “Good girl,” he murmurs, nodding in admiration, moving his other hand to stroke the side of Bill’s face. A sound of contentment rises from Bill’s throat before he snakes a hand down between them to play with Roman’s dick, teasing him in slow, careful strokes. The feeling shoots stars pink and blue in Roman’s vision, every nerve wound up delicious with ache.
He shoves his fingers further into the wet heat of Bill’s mouth, dragging them out before pushing them back in. Bill gifts Roman with another pretty noise, following his lead as he begins to deep throat his fingers, tightening one hand around Roman’s wrist as he continued to work his dick, pearls of precome messy between his fingers. It’s almost insufferably good to Roman and he chooses to reward his baby girl, bringing his other hand back down between Bill’s legs he presses a finger against his hole, just barely coaxing inside and Bill whimpers anxiously in reply, his expression pleading as he rolled his hips frantic against Roman’s hand.
He knows the bad twin is showing up and he tears Roman’s fingers from his mouth, gathering his face into his hands to marry his mouth to Roman’s. “Fuck me,” Bill gasps, the words urged against Roman’s lips and Roman obliges him, moving to lean his back against the headboard as he sat open legged and waiting, the bad twin wide awake and ripe to devour as he raised a hand, directing Bill towards him.
“C'mere, Billa,” Roman’s tone is dipped in that smoky bass and Bill is spell bound, crawling on top of Roman, straddling him as warm hands plant themselves to Bill’s waist. They look at each other then, something trembling between them and for a second Bill is terrified of how much he loves Roman, his body reaching for him as if he might lose him in the dark.
“’m not goin’ anywhere, baby,” assures Roman, gentle voiced with a kiss crowned to the top of Bill’s hair as he burrows his face in the heat of Roman’s neck, stubble tickling against his skin. He closes his eyes, inhaling the heady scent of Roman’s body and it’s comforting, his heart beating like wedding bells in his chest and he relaxes, quietly exhaling.
“Want me to fuck you now?” Roman wants to know, drawing a hand to Bill’s back, soothing circles to precious skin. Bill nods his head with a smile, butterflies swarming in his belly when he feels the tip of Roman’s dick nudge against his hole, his breath hitching when he edges further in, his toes curling with delight.
They share a tiny gasp when Bill takes him to the hilt, the feeling causing Bill’s mouth to fall open in bliss. He squeezes down on Roman’s dick, the start of a moan on his lips when Roman grips his ass hard in reply, steadying him before he starts to fuck into him, the pace gradual as Bill joins him, moving his hips in perfect sync, thanking Roman with his mouth, kissing and kissing him.
They’re made for each other, from the beginning to the end. Roman holds Bill close, needing so much more of him it’s insatiable. He’s taking him so well and he’s so tight Roman is sure he won’t last long and he swears again, smacking Bill’s ass, the skin beneath burning rose red and Bill cries out, wincing from the sting, pain ringing in his ears and he screws himself down on Roman’s dick, the move bleeding stars in their eyes as the end closes nearer, Bill scrambling to scar his nails into Roman’s back, crying for him in broken, gasping breaths and Roman keeping Bill there, fucking him harder, faster pulling him back down to heaven, that sweet oh oh oh from Bill’s lips spoken soft against Roman’s mouth as Bill fawns over him, beautiful face cast golden when he comes at last, rutting against Roman in ecstasy, his name sang over and over like thank god.
It’s over for Roman then when Bill comes, splendid body clenching up around his dick one last time, milking him empty as he comes inside of him. It’s exhilarating the climax that washes over Roman, knocking him straight to cloud nine. He buries his face into the crook of Bill’s shoulder, a drawn out groan bitten into blushing skin, marking what’s always been his. A long exhale heaves itself from Roman’s body and he settles into the calm of the afterglow, willing his eyes closed as the two of them lie together, silent and sated, merged skin to soul with one another.
Knowing fingers thread themselves through blond hair moments later, a kiss wed to Bill’s temple, stray strands still stuck to his forehead and Bill purrs, gratified and safe in the well of Roman’s arms, full of his come and his dick still inside of him. The mood is cool and Roman ventures to strike up some pillow talk.
“So,” he starts, his voice run a little rough. “Tell me what I gotta do to lock you down for good, beautiful.” He isn’t joking and Bill glances up at him, noting the race of his heart beat mirroring his own. Bill doesn’t want to sour the moment, but he has to tell the truth. It’s simple, really. The best things in life usually are. Bill smiles kind and leans in a kiss, intimate and just between them, butterflies stirring alive in his chest once, twice and again.
“Stay,” he whispers.
And it’s the truth.