Bite me | Harringrove

Twenty-Two

 *Just smut because why not end with a bang*

Steve hauls Billy out of the house after he is satisfied with his work. Billy rants about Mark's words and behavior without Steve saying a word. He takes a napkin and gently cleans the blood off his face. "...He's a fucking asshole, Steve. He fucking deserved it."

Steve sighed and wiped the rest of the blood off. "I never said you were wrong."

"So you're talking to me now?" Billy snaps, immediately regretting it. "Alright, I'm getting in the car and this," he motions to Billy's face. "Better be gone by the time you join me," Steve says, entering the car from the passenger seat. Billy took a minute to calm down, sighing before walking and entering the driver's seat.

Steve looks over with a neutral face. "Done with your tantrum now?" he asks. Billy nods. "Steve I'm sorry I snapped at you I-" Steve interrupted him with a firm kiss, his hand gripping his shirt to pull him forward.

"Show me how sorry you are. Mark was right when he said I liked it rough." Steve smirks, Billy's eyes turning a dark crimson. He smirks too, putting the car into drive before speeding to Lock Nora.

Steve giggled as Billy practically dragged Steve up the stairs. "You remember earlier when I said you wouldn't be able to move tonight?" He asked, pressing Steve against his closed bedroom door. Steve nodded slowly, Billy putting light pressure on his neck. His other hand gripped Steve's hip tightly, almost as if he'd slip away if he let go.

"Words, princess. You know I hate repeating myself." He whispered lowly, Steve's dick giving a small kick. "I remember," he says quietly. Billy smirked and put his thigh between Steve's, the friction making Steve chub against his stomach. "Good boy. Since tonight is all about you, tell daddy what you want," he demanded, Steve almost moaning at the nickname.

"Please, just touch me." Steve breathed. Billy removed his hand from his neck and ran it down Steve's collarbone and chest, soon arriving at his happy trail. He lets out a whine when Billy plays with the hair right before the waistband of his jeans. "Please what, baby?" 

"I- daddy, please daddy." the younger boy stuttered, earning a satisfied smirk from Billy. He dipped his hand down into Steve's now undone jeans, feeling the puddle of precum pouring from Steve's cock. "God, always so nice and wet for me, pretty boy." He said. He took hold of Steve, his thumb grazing over the head. Steve's breathing picked up and held onto Billy's hand like his life depended on it. 

He moaned when the other started to stroke him fast but vigorously. "You like that, princess? Do you like when I touch you like this? Hard and aggressive?" He asked lowly in Steve's ear. He could all but moan in response, hoping that was enough for Billy. Of course, it wasn't his possessive persona not liking the lack of vocal expression. 

He slowed his movements, pushing him more into the wall. "What did we say about words, Steve. Tell me how good it feels."

"Good! It feels so good, please, I want more." He cried, holding onto his shoulder now. Billy grinned devilishly and stopped touching him. He watched as he followed his silent orders to strip. He was quick and clumsy with it, desperately wanting to please Billy but fulfill his needs as well. Billy unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt, stripping down to his boxers as well. 

He pushed Steve into the mattress, tilting his jaw to his liking, and kissed him. It was hard, rough, and deliciously dirty. Billy reached over to the bedside table where the lube conveniently sat and grabbed it, squirting some on his fingers before looking back up at Steve. "You want more Stevie?" His thumb rubbing around his rim making Steve tremble. "I'll give you more." He said darkly. 

He pushed in two of his thick fingers into Steve without warning, the boy groaning at the sudden stretch. He watched his boyfriend crumble by his fingers, literally. And, god, Billy was good at that. He loosened Steve up like it was his mission, seeing him writhe under the blonde's touch as his reward. Billy entered a third finger, spitting into Steve for more lubrication. 

He could tell Steve was close and that he has been for some time. He just smirked, the idea of Steve coming without him touching his dick made him throb against the sheets.

"Fuck, Billy, please. I'm gonna come if you keep- doing- oh-" Steve moaned as he spilled all over his stomach, Billy pulling out immediately. "So eager to cum, huh baby. Since you were, you most likely have one more in you hm?" He said, crawling up to lick his stomach clean. Steve just laid there, nodding at Billy with lidded eyes. "Isn't that right princess?" 

"Yes daddy, please, please make me cum again."

Billy lined up at his entrance with a smirk, sliding in slowly. "Fuck, your still so fucking tight baby." Billy moans as he bottoms out, Steve gasping at the stretch he missed dearly. He pulls out slowly before snapping back in, making Steve yelp and grab at the sheets. Billy shifts into a new position, angling himself differently and plowing back into him. 

Steve moans loudly as Billy pounds into him, hitting that delicious spot with every thrust. "Fuck- Billy." Steve whines, digging his nails into Billy's sides. They both stop when Steve's phone rings, a familiar pop song lets them know Robin is calling. Steve groans and goes to decline it but Billy stops him. 

"Answer it, but you better not let her know what I'm doing to you." He whispers to him, continuing to thrust into him deeply as he answers. "H-Hey Rob-"

"Dingus! Where'd you go you missed me on the keg!" She gushes, talking about how Heather tried as Billy continues to grind into him. Steve looks at Billy with pleading eyes, wanting him to let him moan and scream his name. But deep down, Steve loved it. He loved having to be quiet, loved Billy controlling what he did and when he did it. 

He threw a hand over his mouth, trying to silence his quiet moans. Billy smirked as his dick rubbed against his prostate making his eyes roll. "You there Stevie?"

"Y-Yep I'm here. I'm so-sorry I didn't stay. After the fight we-"

"Oh pish posh dear," she said, breaking out into an objectionable British accent. "You go have fun with your boy toy, I am done babbling, Ta Ta!" she says, hanging up. Usually, Steve would've laughed if he wasn't getting completely destroyed by Billy's cock. "Oh, good boy. You did so well for me princess," he whispers, mouthing at Steve's neck. The boy writhes against him, needing more. 

God, he is so so close. 

"Please, please make me cum. I'm so close, daddy." Steve babbled, gripping Billy's neck staring intently into his eyes. "I know baby, daddy's got you." He murmurs, grabbing ahold of Steve's dick and stroking it in quick, rough motions. 

"God, Billy I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me."

Steve spills over Billy's hand with a loud gasp. "Fuck." Before spilling inside of him, Billy moans, getting a few more thrusts in before pulling out slowly earning a whine from Steve. He laid beside Steve and put his thumb into his hole before his cum could drip out. He was going to clean him up with his tongue. 

"Billy." Steve whimpered, the sensitivity overwhelming him. "Oh I know baby, it's too much isn't it?" Billy says, mouthing at his dick. Steve nods, squirming under this touch. "Just gotta say the word baby, and I'll stop." He says, them having discussed that if Billy went too far and Steve got uncomfortable they made a safe word. Ironically, his safe word was 'vampire'. 

Steve just moaned in response, Billy could tell he loved it. He licked over his hole, it quivering in response. He licked his own spunk from Steve, not leaving a single drop. Steve's breath was heavy when he was done, sweat and cum covering his stomach and chest. "God, you did so good baby, let's get you in the shower."