Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Henry x Afton

"Henry, come over here a minute?" Afton asked, waving his partner over. The other man, red eyed and splotchy faced, shuffled over, his head down. His daughter had... gone missing, to say lightly. And Afton had no idea where she had gone

"What's up, Will?" He asked, his voice was nasally and sad.

"I was just wondering how you are feeling."

"I've been better, Will." He responded shaking his head.

"Well you've got me." Afton said, walking the rest of the way to Henry, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I suppose." There was a pause, "Will?" He asked looking up and meeting his eyes.

"Yes, Henry?"

"I miss her so much, Will." He said and a sob escaped him. He took another step towards his black haired friend and Afton came the rest of the way, closing the gap and pressing himself against Henry.

"I know you do. I know." Afton was finding it difficult to stifle a grin. Henry was all his.

"What am i going to do?" He asked whimpering in Wills shirt.

"It's going to be okay, you can hold on to me." Yes. Fantastic.

Henry gripped Afton's neck and sobbed into it. His tears were warm and wet. Afton kissed the top of his head softly. Henry froze in shock, but continued to cry.

Afton did it again, kissing his cheek and then pulling away and kissing his nose. Henry let him, too busy in his own sorrow.

"You only have me, darling." William murmured, and then rested his lips on Henry's. Henry paused and his face flushed. William didn't move, didn't pull away, but also didn't press harder. It was Henry that closed in. Pressing his lips harder against Wills. He whimpered into the kiss like a hurt puppy, he was needy, hungry, desperate for physical attention. This was everything Will wanted, soaking up the love.

"Mph, Will.... I cant help...." Henry's whined.

"It's okay, darling."

"I-I shouldn't I'm not in the right mindset..." he mumbled shaking his head.

"It's okay, darling."

"Will this isn't right." He whispered but didn't move.

"It's okay, darling." Afton whispered. "I'm all yours."

Henry grunted and shoved himself against Afton, taking his anger on the mans love, pressing his hips against Afton's and his lips against his. Afton bit his bottom lip and Henry's pulled away again looking down.
"I shouldn't, Will, I'm not ready for something like this...."

Afton didn't care, grabbing Henry and smashing his lips into his. Licking his lips and then, sticking his tongue into Henry's mouth. Henry moaned despite himself, leaning into Wills open arms, waiting for him. Backing him up into a wall, Afton wrapped his arms under Henry's, pulling him down the few inches of height gap between them.

Henry shifted uncomfortably and Afton soon realized why.

"Oh Henry..." he said sounding almost disappointed.

"I should go, I shouldn't be here." Henry said looking away and towards the door of the shed.

"If you insist."

"No Will, I said I need to go."

"I know."

"I- wait what?"

"You can go." Afton said smiling gently looking at Henry.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you might not be ready for something like this. So you can leave." Afton amended.

"You're not going to-"

"Not unless you want me to." He smiled and leaned back against the desk, his hips thrusting forward. Henry wasn't able to help himself, he wanted to walk away, but everything about his business partner leaned up against the desk screamed for him. He walked forwards slightly, his shoes tapping the polished concrete floors. Henrys hands held Wills hips and the black haired man made no move. Henry followed his hands lead and put his own hips against Afton's, relishing the feeling of knowing that he had put his friend in this state. Although Will seemed to be composed, Henry could tell he was in some sort of distress. He pressed his hips harder against Afton's and his friend groaned softly, his eyes closing and his thick eyelashes settled on his pale cheeks.

Afton pushed Henry away and then grabbed his belt, cinching it tighter before releasing it and pulling it away. Henry moaned as Afton tightened it, biting down hard in his lip. Afton brushed his finger tips up Henry's skin under his shirt, his fingertips grazing his soft skin. Henry didn't have abs, Afton felt his soft stomach and Henry looked up flushed darkly.

"I fucking love this body of yours, Henry..." Afton whispered.

Henry fell against Afton, his chin falling on his shoulder. Shivers ran up and down his spine and Afton didn't stop. His curious fingers dipped below the waist line of Henry's pants who moaned despite himself and he threw his head back.

Pushing Afton away, Henry began to kiss his neck, grabbing his hips and swaying them with his hand, guiding his movements and thumbed the outline of his hips. Was Afton always this muscular? Henry had remembered him skinnier than this. Afton lazily rested his hands on Henry's lower back as his friend did most of the work, moving and swaying. Afton would make little gasps and groans as Henry continued to work his hips. He would softly whisper Henry's name and his voice would pitch upwards into a whimper if Henry touched the right spot.

Henry grabbed Aftons bulge through his pants and Afton smiled to himself, huffing against Henry's neck. Henry pushed him back against the desk and bent him over backwards. Afton groaned, complying and wrapping his legs around Henry's waist, tugging him against his bulge.

"Fucking wonderful!" Afton groaned, forcing Henry to make minimal thrusts against him, hunching over to grind deeply into him, moaning loudly and lewdly as he gave his throbbing cock friction.

"W-Will... mm- mmm! Ahhhgg..." Henry groaned, desperately grabbing at Aftons hands which were above his head. They entertained fingers and Henry cried out, gripping Aftons hand tightly.

"You're Doing- mph! You're doing so good, Hen-" Afton panted, the muscles in his legs growing weak as his stomach warmed with his climax. "Oh g-god..." he moaned.

"W-Will!" Henry sobbed and pressed his face into Afton stomach as he released in his pants, moaning as he ground out the last bit of satisfaction, his legs growing limp. Afton bit his lip.

"MmAh!" He moaned, coming after Henry, staring up at the ceiling and panting, reaching up and brushing his sweaty hair out of his face.