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Will laid down on his back in the pristine white sheets of Henry’s bedroom illusion. The man laid beside, on his side, his hand propping his cheek up so he could stare down at Will with admiration. The latter was shirtless, exposing his lanky body, which was also an illusion. The real Vecna was burnt, his skin scorched and red. As was his hand, who now was a simple human hand, unscathed, dancing across Will’s skin.
Will wore nothing but Henry’s white shirt leaving his thighs naked, a couple of buttons undid, enough so Henry could trace around his torso and dip it down to his stomach. With the tip of his finger pad, he caressed Will’s skin, making the boy chuckle.
“Henry, what are you doing with your hand?”
“Didn’t you want me to use it?” He replied with a teasing tone. Will flushed, eyes looking away as he bit down on his lower lip.
“Yes but… Not here.” He said shyly. Henry smiled down, eyelids drooping low as he traced circles over Will’s chest.
“If not here, where?”
“You know very well where.” Will replied, even more shy about asking it. He wouldn’t make the request out loud, he’d rather Henry to guess.
“Ah, my little Will.” Henry stared into his eyes, smiling, blue eyes alight. Two fingers walked across Will’s body, from his stomach to his neck.
“So greedy…” He said as he reached Will’s chin.
“Wanting to be filled all the time.” He brushed his thumb over Will’s bottom lip. The boy was flushed, but didn’t break eye contact. A tiny smile made a way to his lips.
“And whose fault is it if I am spoiled?”
Henry smiled, still tracing the shape of Will’s lips with his thumb. Then he ordered “Open.” As he pushed down on his bottom lip, his eyes now fixated on it, Will still looking into his admirative eyes. He obeyed on command, parting his lips so Henry could stroke his tongue. With a teasing tone he hummed. “Hmm.. Look at you.” He slid his index finger into his mouth. “I can get in so easily.”
He got closer to Will’s face, admiring his pink cheeks as he slurped on his pointer, drowsy eyes and lazy mouth giving him a cute expression. Henry couldn’t help but lean closer as he thrusted his finger in.
“Inside of you is always so hot and tight.” He said while pushing farther. “But unlike your other delicious little mouth…” He pursued, Will licking at his finger and covering it with spit. “This one is always wet and ready for me.” Will gurgled and moaned when his throat tightened around the digit. Henry smirked, one hand still supporting his face up so he could see Will close, the other busy fingering his mouth gently. He smiled, almost mockingly.
“You like that? Wetting your other mouth so you can swallow me with it?” He asked, Will desperately slurping and licking at the single finger pushing in and out of his mouth.
“Or is it you’re thinking about me using this tight hole like the other one?” Will hummed, the eye contact feeling more and more like a chore as he fought to keep his glossy eyes open.
“No matter. You’re always so eager to devour me.” He said while pressing on his tongue, massaging it back and forth. “But I am always so eager to feed you, too.” He completed, this time adding a second finger. He leaned closer, using his elbow to elevate his body, and thrusted his index and middle finger inside of Will’s mouth. The digits lingered far too long towards the back of his mouth, gathering saliva on his fingers.
“You’re doing so well, beloved. Breathe for me.” Will executed himself, breathing in deeply, Henry pushing his fingers into his throat.
“Relax your throat more, I know you can take me.” He instructed, prompting Will to inhale, swirling his tongue. When he swallowed around the obstruction, spit leaked from his mouth as it’s been hanging open for a while. Henry smiled harder, his face only inches away from Will’s.
“Swallow me. Yes. Just like that.” Will finally closed his eyes, a small tear escaping as he sucked on the fingers.
“My Will, so beautiful.” Henry said, knuckles pressing onto Will’s upper lips. He admired the pink, blushing face, the red lips open and the drool escaping from it, enjoying the heat and warmth of the opening. Will swallowed again, moaning louder, his naked legs pressing against each other.
“See how well you can take me now? Everything is soft.” Henry said, closing his eyes as well, moving his hand from his own cheek to Will’s hair so he could pat his soft, chestnut hair. Their noses touched, they breathed in sync.
“Ha, Will, seeing you like this…” He moved his fingers. “So good, just for me… It makes me greedy too.” Henry retired his fingers from his throat. The hand that was in his mouth was covered in a long strand of spit, which trickled down Will’s cheek as Henry grabbed his jaw and licked at his lips.
“It makes me desperate for your taste.” He punctuated his sentence with a languorous kiss, shoving his tongue into Will’s mouth and holding the boy’s jaw in one hand, the other cupping his shoulder so he could nestle against his side. Will tangled his legs over Henry’s, his upper body crushed underneath Henry’s above. Their naked chest touched, their mouth interlocked together. Henry’s blond hair brushed over Will’s forehead as he covered his mouth with his, both of them twisting in the embrace.
“It makes me want to ruin you. Just like you ruined me for anything that isn’t you.”
Their tongues were intertwined, Will’s soft whimpers merged with Henry’s low huffs. The hand that wasn’t supporting his jaw traced circles over his shoulder, he clung to him desperately so Will could squeeze himself tighter.
“But in my desperation, I devour you instead, so that I can have you always.”