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“Fuck,” the smaller man murmured, sighing softly into Abe’s mouth as they kissed against Wil’s front door, barely even bothering to go inside the apartment before getting down to business. This had become somewhat of an unspoken routine for them; the two men had more or less parted ways after that fateful night at the disco (that had culminated in them fucking on Abe’s desk) but still somehow found themselves regularly crossing paths.
The night had started the way that most of these nights did, them finding each other (or, maybe more accurately, Abe finding Wil) at some or other club that Wil frequented, drinking and dancing together before making their way to the fire escape to share a joint in silence. The tension grew, as usual, until Wil asked Abe if he wanted to join him back at his place for the night. It was moreso a formality than anything; Abe was sure that Wil would blow him right there and then if Abe allowed it.
Here, in the present, Abe’s hands were moving downwards, tracing along the lines of the other man’s hips before grabbing his ass in a way that Wil had previously described as “tastefully possessive”. Wil shifted slightly before moving his arms over Abe’s shoulders and leaning into the kiss, Abe readjusting his firm grip on Wil’s hips and spinning them both so that Wil’s back was pressed against the wall of the entryway, Wil letting out a quiet moan as his shoulders made impact with the surface.
This was… nice. Familiar. They had done this song and dance many times before, and if Abe had to guess, he’d say that there probably wasn’t a single surface in this apartment that they hadn’t fucked on. He’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t been fantasizing about this in the years that he had been hunting Wil down, spending those late nights in his office with his hand down his pants as he stared at his corkboards that were covered in various pieces of evidence related to the investigation.
Abe’s obsession with Wil had started as something less… complicated. Abe had had an easy time justifying his fixation at first; he was simply hunting down the man who had murdered his client and had attempted to kill Abe, too, but there were only so many times that you could masturbate to the thought of the man that you had deemed your worst enemy coming beneath you before some self-reflection was in order.
Wil must have noticed that Abe was getting into his own head again—right, the telepathy, or whatever it was going on that let Wil hear Abe’s internal monologue—as Abe found himself being snapped back to the present when the smaller man leaned up to whisper into his ear.
“So, what do you want to do?”
Abe knew for a fact that Wil could hear every dirty thought running through his mind; the man just thought it was fun to fluster Abe by making him actually say what he wanted out loud. Not ready to give him the satisfaction, Abe’s mouth turned downwards, kissing from Wil’s jaw to his neck, leaving a little lovebite and drawing a sharp gasp from the other man’s lips. Abe was… trying hard not to act like he noticed or cared about the other marks that he found there. He knew that they weren’t exclusive, weren’t trying to be, but Abe couldn’t help the tug of jealousy that came with being reminded that he wasn’t the only person who got to see Wil like this. Doing his best to push that thought to the back of his mind, he spent a few additional moments planting more kisses and bites up and down Wil’s neck before moving to his ear to whisper the obvious.
“Want to fuck you.”
Wil replied, laughing softly. “Of course.”
Nary a breath passes and they’re at Wil’s couch. Abe wasn’t quite sure if he was ever really going to get used to the whole teleporting thing, but he had other things to focus on at the moment—namely Wil’s hand pressing against his chest, playfully pushing him back to sit on the couch as he sank between Abe’s legs. With all of the thinking he had been doing, Abe had almost failed to notice how hard he already was—not that it was particularly surprising; something about Wil tended to have that effect on him. Fully returning to the moment, Abe glanced downwards to see Wil smiling cheekily, looking up at Abe with those sweet brown eyes that always drove him crazy. Wil’s hand traveled upward, making its way to Abe’s fly before stopping to check for approval. Abe adjusted his position, shifting slightly so that he could rest one of his arms on the back of the couch before he gave Wil the go-ahead.
Wasting no time at all, Wil let out a satisfied hum as he freed Abe’s cock from the confines of his pants, giving it the same awed look that he always did despite having done this what might as well have been a hundred times before. He sure knew how to make a guy feel special, Abe thought to himself.
Wil took Abe into his hand and leaned in, tracing along a vein with the softest finger-touches as his hand wandered down to the base, all the while placing tickly mustache-kisses along the shaft before reaching the tip and finally taking the head into his mouth. Abe couldn’t help the shudder of pleasure he let out as he watched Wil work away, looking up at Abe through the lashes of half-lidded eyes. Wil bobbed his head with care and skill, handling Abe like a boyfriend in every way but name. Abe’s free hand migrated downwards, moving to rest in Wil’s hair before giving a gentle tug. Fuck, he could feel Wil moan around his dick. Abe tried not to buck up into the other man’s mouth, the warm coil in Abe’s abdomen growing hotter as Wil took him deeper into his throat; a choked “good boy” escaping from Abe’s lips. A passing thought about fucking Wil’s mouth made its way through Abe’s mind, causing the other man to moan—one of the benefits of the telepathy, Abe supposed.
Abe gently tapped Wil’s cheek, signaling him to pull off. Wil got the message, pulling off and looking up at him with dilated eyes, panting slightly with a string of saliva connecting his kiss-bitten lips to the head of Abe’s cock. God, this never got old.
“As much as I’d like to fuck your face, doll, I don’t know if I’m going to last much longer like this. How about I take my sweet time with that ass?”
Wil snorted, smiling, before leaning up to kiss Abe. “How classy of you.”
Abe could taste his own precum on Wil’s lips as the scene changed again, them now appearing to be in Wil’s bedroom, both looking a bit more disheveled than they had been before. Abe went to turn to Wil, only to see that he had already teleported himself onto the bed, sitting up on his knees and slowly working to unbutton his shirt, making a day of it. Tease. Abe shucked his shirt off, barely even bothering to unbutton the thing as he tossed it onto the floor and made his way to the bed, climbing onto it and positioning himself between Wil’s legs as he pushed the other man’s back against the bed. Wil smiled up at him, having finally removed the same pink satin shirt that he had been wearing that first night that he and Abe had hooked up. Abe knew that Wil got off on making whoever he’s with absolutely crazy for him (Abe would be remiss to not acknowledge that he’s pretty damn good at it), and it shone through in his elated expression when he saw just how hungry Abe was for him, the other man having placed both of his hands on either side of Wil’s head, effectively caging him in.
Wil took Abe’s face in his hands, bringing him in for a kiss as Abe worked Wil’s pants off, stopping briefly when he reached the middle of Wil’s thigh. Abe took a finger and gave the piece of lacy fabric and elastic he found an experimental tug.
“Oh, that”, Wil responded before stating rather matter-of-factly, “I usually keep a knife in there.”
“Usually?”
“I don’t feel any real need to be armed around you, detective,” Wil replied, sweetly.
“Fair enough,” Abe muttered before continuing to remove Wil’s pants, leaving the garter in place.
Wil had gone commando this time, forgoing his typical lacy undergarments for the sake of ease of access. It’s not like Abe was complaining; he wasn’t sure if he’d have the patience for another piece of clothing to remove for the sake of sex—although he supposed that he could just shift it to the side, this being a thought that he filed away for future use. Wil was fully hard now, legs parted and thighs subtly trembling with anticipation. Abe struggled not to let this go to his head, knowing that it was him who had Wil like this, but, in turn, doubt came in. That nasty, jealous feeling that came with knowing that he wasn’t the only one who got to have Wil like this, that his name wasn’t the only one that Wil cried out as he was being put through the mattress. If he even knew their names, Abe thought to himself before being hit with an overwhelming feeling of guilt for even thinking that at all. If Wil could hear that thought, he didn’t acknowledge it. Probably for the best, Abe reflected, ashamed.
He repositioned himself, Wil still underneath, and brought his fingers to Wil’s mouth to give a simple command.
“Suck.”
Wil took Abe’s thick fingers into his mouth, looking up at him as he hollowed his cheeks and made a show of it, making sure to get the digits adequately spit-slicked for their purpose. Abe used to insist that they include some other form of lubricant as well, given that he’s rather well-endowed, but Wil assured him that the stretch and the burn were part of the fun for him (Abe wasn’t about to interrogate that, so he relented). Once Abe decided that his fingers were slicked up enough, he removed them from Wil’s mouth with a pop and moved his hand between the other man’s legs.
Abe took his sweet time working Wil open, leaving kisses and hickeys across his neck and chest, the smaller man’s breath hitching when Abe’s fingers brushed against his prostate. Once they were both satisfied with the amount of prep, Abe lined himself up with Wil’s entrance, the other man’s hands scrabbling against Abe’s back as he pressed inside, bottoming out—Jesus, he’s tight—with a grunt. Wil wrapped his legs around Abe’s torso in an attempt to pull him in deeper, urging him to just move already—for someone who Abe was fairly certain was immortal, Wil was surprisingly impatient. Abe began to move, their hips colliding again and again as he rammed against Wil’s prostate, eliciting all sorts of delightful noises as Wil begged for Abe to fuck him harder. Abe moved one of his hands from its place by Wil’s head to grab ahold of his hip and adjust their position, allowing himself to fuck Wil deeper as the other man continued to cry out Abe’s name.
Seeing Wil come undone like this did something to Abe, something that made him want to say something that he was sure that he was going to regret. Failing to fight the impulse, Abe leaned down to bite the junction between Wil’s neck and shoulder, Wil letting out a surprised squeak that immediately turned into a moan when Abe moved to his ear, letting out only a single word that came almost as a growl.
“Mine.”
Abe came to his senses almost immediately, more than a little embarrassed until Wil surprised him with a response.
“Yours.”
Oh, that… definitely did something for Abe. He picked up the pace, slamming into Wil with reckless abandon as Wil got louder and louder, a desperate and continuous stream of “Abe fuck me please Abe oh god please fuck me” leaving his mouth until finally, finally Abe took Wil into his hand, pumping Wil’s dick in time with his own thrusts until Wil came with a shout, painting his belly with his own spend. A couple more punctuated thrusts and Abe was done for, too, releasing deep inside of Wil before he practically collapsed on top of him from exhaustion.
They lay there together for what felt somewhere between a moment and forever, Abe still inside of Wil, the two of them exchanging exhausted kisses as they sat there in the afterglow. Time passed; they both had since stood and cleaned themselves up. Abe gathered his clothes to get dressed, almost ready to head out the door until he felt a familiar hand reach for his own. He turned to Wil, curious.
“I was hoping that you’d stay, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Wil didn’t have to ask him twice.