Helliam smut 18+

The overstimulated performer (smut)

(sub Henry!)
(Credit to Skyblueartt for the art)

It was like any other old winter day in the state of Utah for William, just a cold desolated street with the gentle sound of the wind occasionally bringing him back from small daydreams as a way to pass the time though it had already felt like weeks had gone past just from sitting in his office.

He sat hunched over his desk, immersed in the endless demands of his role as a professional business manager. His hours were typically a blur of numbers and decisions all connected by the pieces of paperwork in front of him, shining dimly from the office lamp resting next to his spare pen pot, patiently for him to take the next move.

But today was different. Each passing second, he craved attention.
A touch, a word, even a simple hello or a reassuring pat on the shoulder. The isolation clawed at his mind, like an itch begging to be scratched or simulated by something; anything. As he thought about it, subconsciously tapping his pen against his cheek in a thymic pattern, it wasn't just anyone's company he longed for; it was Henry's presence, his voice, and his touch that he yearned for most and that beautiful smile that raised a room with warmth.

William tried his hardest to snap himself out of it by continuing his work and reading on but all that his mind read at the time was... Nothing. Just a blur as he circled back to the feeling of Henry. Feeling his strong masculine hands that run shapes into his sides. The smell of his deodorant as their bodies would push together like a beautiful puzzle piece, perfect for each other. Fuck... even the taste of his mouth caught William in a sweat, thinking more about how deeply Henry could pound into him without losing the slightest bit of stamina and even the taste of his dic-

"William? What are you doing?" Henry chuckled with a half smile on his innocent face, watching as his boyfriend suddenly flinched at his sudden appearance... Like he was a ghost that could somehow teleport or something stupid like that... "You were just rolling back and forth on the chair whilst staring up at the ceiling... You weirdo..."

A quick blush spread like wildfire across William's face as he tried desperately to hide it under his sleeve, humiliated that he was caught in such a vulnerable state like that. Though one positive he could at least think of at the time was that thank the good lord that it was Henry and not an actual employee since Henry wouldn't ever have the heart to blackmail his own boyfriend... Right?

"Shut it you ... I was just bored... That's all it was... I'm trying to be professional here..." William mumbled softly under his selves, beginning to slowly spin around in circles in his office chair like a kid bored in IT class.

Henry, watching this... Display of sorts, just walked over to his boyfriend, grabbing the shoulder of the chair, stopping it completely and leaving them staring at each other. William's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by Henry's sudden intervention. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words seemed to stick to the back of his throat.

"William," Henry said softly, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and concern. "What's really going on?"

William sighed, his shoulders slumping. "It's just... everything's been so overwhelming lately. The deadlines, the endless meetings, the constant pressure to perform. I needed a break, even if it was just spinning around in this stupid chair." William kicked the leg of the chair.

"Mhm... Is being British a problem as well?" Henry said, putting on his best year 5 teacher voice like he had just found William crying after he fell off the monkey bars. Though, as you can imagine, William definitely didn't appreciate it at this time. "Oh calm down with those eyes, Will. It was only a little itty bitty joke. A tiny little jokey woke. A baby little-"

Henry was suddenly cut off my an annoyed William shoving two of his fingers into Henry's mouth, causing Henry to gag. He fell back onto the desk with pens spilling across the desk board and onto the ground, hitting the floor with a ping. He had tried his hardest to spit Williams fingers out though it was obvious that William was never going to let his puppet get away that easily. He had already been making the desk shake violently from the surprise and somewhat anxiety about what William would suddenly pull next.