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Hughie could only squirm on the now sweat soaked sheets. His graphic tee clung uncomfortably on his skin, boxers long since disregarded because cleaning fucking fluids out of them was annoying. The sheets didn't need to be clean right? He tried distracting himself, curling in, attempting to find any warmth for his clammy skin. Which seemed to also be flushed, was that possible?
Butcher was on one of his rendezvous, left a few days prior without any notice. MM, Frenchie and Kimiko – not that he could ask any of them to help – were off trying to get their own contacts, and Annie had her business with The Seven.
Hughie was alone, alone and writhing in the peak of his heat that decided to show up a week early. He had jack prepared in his room for this, no false toys, not even medication in an arms reach. All he was able to do was roll around and make pitiful noises‐ even for his standards. The only thing he could attempt to do was finger himself – which, of course, was not enough. And, was horribly done considering his arms felt like paper – the wetness between his thighs only accomplished to heighten his need, and bring him a wave of shame.
After a few minutes of wallowing, he was able to grab his phone and send Annie a quick- yet mostly illegible text.
I nwed you
Rihgt nwo
..
plase
Feeling a new sense of frustration, he tossed his phone to the floor. Which he would probably regret later, but whatever. Realistically- if Annie wasn't dealing with something important, she would be able to get to the safe house in a few minutes. So while he waited, he went back to pathetically whining in the sheets.
Considering the scrambled state of his mind, Hughie couldn't tell how much time had passed. The only thing he registered was the soft click of the main door opening and closing, followed by heavy footsteps. He weakly attempted to hold himself up with his forearms, calling out in a tone all too desperate.
“Anniiee?” It was drawn out and embarrassing but he really needed this.
As soon as the door to his room opened, the scent of cigarettes, whiskey, and leather – something sourly dominant – mixed with his own. When Butcher opened the door he visibly cringed at the scent, not that it was bad. Far from it, it was warm and honey-like. But it became a tad too sweet quickly.
At the sight of Butcher, Hughie just huffed plopping his head back down onto the mattress.
“Hi, Butcher.” It came out breathless and less irritated than he wanted it to be.
The new smell, one that biologically turned him on, made his dick – of which he was trying desperately to hide in embarrassment – twitch.
Butcher only seemed to make the situation worse, when did he never? Leaning on the doorframe and very obviously taking in the view. A low whistle came out, it only served to get on Hughie's nerves.
“Well well, look who was left high n’ dry.. or, quite the opposite really.” Butcher mused, only earning a grunt as a response.
“I'm waiting- Annie shes.. y'know- Vought business..” He squirmed under Butcher's gaze, slightly uncomfortable as he only had a shirt on. And he was leaking. And his body – damn that thing – produced another wave of pheromones due to his new arousal.
“Can you like- um.. Just close- the door and pretend like this isn't happening right now-” the other man said nothing, “She- she uh- won't be long..”
Butcher pushed off the door, walking over until he was at the foot of Hughie’s bed. Bringing one knee up to dig into the mattress. “Now, what type of leader would I be if I didn't help m’ boys out?” He shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall down. Hughie only managed to whine.
“You don't- y'know.. Annie-”
“She ain't ‘ere right now is she? And you seem.. more or less like you're going crazy.”
Butcher crawled up, and put a hand on Hughie's thigh. Out of instinct he relaxed, becoming pliant under the heat which he desperately needed. Allowing the other man to spread his legs – surprisingly gently, for Butcher – and Hughie let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
“I can help.” That came out softer, as caring as the man could manage. Hughie just covered his face with his hands and nodded.
“Just.. quickly- please?”
With the verbal confirmation Butcher grabbed Hughie's hips, bringing it level with his own crotch, which was annoyingly, still fully clothed. Hughie wrapped his legs around butchers waist, bringing the roughness of his jeans flush with his currently unclothed and sensitive ass. Letting out a long whine, he began to slowly grind himself down on Butcher.
“C'mon- c'mon-”
Butcher only hummed, stilling the others hips and bringing them back so he could see his cunt. It was wet, of course still producing a sweet smelling slick making his desperation clear. Shifting Hughie's weight to only one hand, Butcher's now free one dropped down to feel the curve of his ass, trailing down to thumb at the hole.
“Buuttchher- please-”
“Have a bit of patience princess.” A different kind of embarrassment swirled in Hughie's stomach, but he said nothing.
Slowly, Butcher pushed a finger in, Hughie let out a quiet sob and tried pushing back on the finger.
“What a sight, cunts all pink and pretty. Almost ready too.”
“Dude- don't call it that-”
“Why not? Sure looks like one” he added another finger, and Hughie whimpered. Part in shame, and part a new creeping arousal. “Feels like one too.”
“Y'know what I mean..” Hughie squirmed, trying to get Butcher to stop with the foreplay. His skin felt hot and cold at the same time, and he needed this to be over already.
Butcher retracted his fingers, they were wet, nearly soaked. He simply wiped them off on the mattress, Hughie wanted to protest at the loss, but he knew something better would come. He used his now free hand to work on his belt, tossing it to the side not bothering with the pants, he just unzipped his fly and pushed it down enough to bring out his dick
Butcher was about to push in, tip waiting eagerly at Hughie's entrance. Before he could there was another pair of frantic footsteps and Starlight ran in
“Hughie are you-.. Butcher?” Hughie could only whimper with the addition of the new scent. It was calming, vanilla and a sweet champagne, but it had an edge of sour worry that he felt slightly guilty for.
“Well, look who decided to join the party late, hell have you been?” Butcher hardly paid any attention to her, only looking over his shoulder slightly. He felt a sort of pride that he got here before her.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She stepped closer, pissed and territorial. Nothing new considering it was these two, but the air around them became more spoiled and unpleasant. Which only served to distress Hughie who was now trying to press himself deeper into the mattress, hiding his shame maybe.
“Whats it look like?”
“It looks like you're getting handsy with someone that isn't yours.”
“Guys-”
Butcher just snorted, “Well, t'me it looks like you weren't ‘ere to satisfy. So I have to pick up your slack. We made an agreement, didn't we?”
“Guys please-”
Both of them turned their attention to Hughie, Annie's demeanor softened as he moved to sit down on the side of the bed and hold his face. Her hands felt cold, refreshing and Hughie let out a little noise of relief. She shifted to fully sit on the bed, moving Hughie so his head could lay on her lap.
Butcher flipped the skinnier man over so he would be able to rest on his knees. Hughie whined and pawed at Sarlights pants, which she quickly discarded allowing Hughie to mouth at her boxers. Getting sick of waiting, Butcher began to push into him slowly. Both of them groaned in unison, Hughie pushing his face into Annie's – still clothed – erection, she let out a breath and combed a hand through Hughie's hair.
Once thier hips were flush, Butcher slowly grinded into the other man, Earning a long whimper. Hughie fumbled with his hands, curling fingers into the waistband of Annie's boxers, pulling them down just enough to free her. He licked wetly at the base, bringing his head up slowly to kiss at the tip. Annie let out a small breath, guiding his head and encouraging him to take it in slowly.
Butcher felt a surge of possessiveness, he nearly pulled out entirely leaving just the tip in. As Hughie slowly took the head of Annie's cock he thrust forwards, bottoming out in one quick movement. This caused Hughie to lurch forward, gagging as he was made to take Annie nearly to the base.
“BUTCHER!”
“What? He can handle it, right?” He gave Hughie a firm pat on the ass and the only response he got was a wet sound as the still determined Hughie took more down.
Annie groaned tightening her grip on his hair and easing him down more. Butcher began to move in earnest, only pulling out halfway before thrusting back inside quickly. Hughie could only make weak noises that were muffled by the dick that was now hitting the back of his throat. He looked up at Annie, face flushed, eyes blown out accompanied by tears that threatened to spill.
She brought a hand down to wipe away tears, sweat, and the mix of drool with precum that spilled down his chin. “You're doing so good- fuck Hughie” she started thrusting up shallowly. Butcher had a deathly grip on his hips, tight enough to leave pretty purple bruises in the morning. Pulling Hughie down to meet every piston of his hips, Butcher leaned down to bite at his shoulder. Breaking skin, he licked and sucked a hickey right next to his scent gland, Hughie let out a wrecked noise.
He was a fairly jealous man, he made a point to leave as many dark marks on Hughies body as he could. A silent fuck you to Starlight – who evidently, was secure enough not to give a shit – she just pet Hughie's hair and whispered sweet praises that just pissed Butcher off for no reason.
Annie used both hands to hold Hughie's head still, transitioning into fucking down his throat. “You're doing so good Hughie, ‘m getting close- are you ready?” He just made a content noise, holding onto her thighs as he attempted to suck more. His own erection dripped pitifully, making a mess of the sheets below him as Butcher's pace lost its rhythm and became more erratic. The man above him panted in his ear biting at the back of his neck, sucking another mark on his fair skin. Hughie's legs were weak, if Butcher hadn't been holding him up he would've fallen back on the matress.
Starlight only gave a few shallow thrusts before she pulled Hughie all the way down to her pelvis. She felt a little bit of guilt hearing Hughie gag and struggle to swallow, but he made no movement to say he didn't want this. Butcher reached down to stroke Hughie in time with his own messy thrusts, and they both finished. Hughie ended with a long whine, still muffled over Annie, Butcher tried to grind down as deep as he could. He grit his teeth feeling hughie tighten impossibly more around him
They all just sat still for a minute, catching their breaths. Neither of them being able to pull out exactly, Hughie shut his eyes, completely exhausted.
“So.. swap spots next time?”
Annie just rolled her eyes and caressed Hughies face “Shut up.”
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Extra kinda
Frenchie strolled in the safehouse, bag of pills at his side rustling he took his time to make his way towards Hughies room.
“Petit Hughie! I was able to get those suppressants for this month-”
He stopped a few feet away from his door, the strong smell of sweat, sex, and whatever you would call the mix of the three scents hanging heavy.
“Ah, nevermind.” He turned right back around.
Why’d they have to do this every time? Its a communal house for fucks sake!