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Eric & Billy - Eric shows he can be useful in the kitchen
[players only; current]
"I didn't think you'd be up yet," Eric smiles, coming up behind Billy and kissing the back of his neck when he gets home from his early morning run and finds him in the kitchen. "Did I wake you when I left?"
"No," Billy grins over his shoulder, leaning back against Eric as he sets another dish in the drainboard. "But somebody," he casts a playfully stern glance at Diablo, "decided my face made a good pillow and that was the end of sleeping in."
"Diablo, have you been learning bad habits from Hazel?" Eric scolds before bursting out laughing.
Hazel's ears perk up and she runs over, jumping up to place her paws on Eric's knee. "I think that's a yes," Billy says, laughing too.
"I knew it. It's always the puffballs that cause trouble," Eric laughs, crouching down to pat her, almost getting bowled over when Diablo charges over for some attention too. "Aaagh, Billy help! I'm being attacked!" he yells as both dogs decide to try to lick his face.
"Hey, guys, down!" Billy orders, half-laughing, pulling both animals from Eric, Diablo going easily when Billy tugs hard on his collar.
Finally managing to get free, Eric laughs as he stands up, ignoring the fact that he's still all sweaty and pulls Billy closer. "I'll take him with me next time so he doesn't wake you," he says, leaning in for a kiss. "Good morning."
"Thanks. Good morning to you too," Billy says, grinning widely as he kisses Eric - once, twice and again. "My gorgeous husband." He laughs. "How was your run?"
"It was good," Eric nods, pulling away to grab a slice of cheese from the counter where Billy's been preparing breakfast. "I went uphill first, came down around the beach." He gives Billy an uncertain look, not sure how he'll react to the next bit. "There's a few houses for sale along the beachfront."
"Yeah? Anything worth looking into?" Billy asks. Eric's always wanted a house on the beach. And he's always wanted them to live together. In their own place.
Taking some juice from the fridge, Eric doesn't bother with a glass, just chugs most of it down straight from the carton. "Yeah, there was one. The agent was there getting an early start on getting some photos to put on the net." He glances away, not wanting to let Billy see how much he loved the place. "Right on the beach with a swing seat hanging from the deck so you could almost dip your toes in the water at high tide. She let me have a look around."
"Did she tell you how much they're asking?"
"Yeah, they're starting at ten million," Eric says, wincing even as he says it. Ten million. Fuck.
Billy's eyes widen. "Seriously?"
"Yeah," Eric nods, looking down at the juice carton he's still holding. It's too much. Even if it is fucking perfect. Even if he could see him and Billy living there, their own private beach, the dogs running around. "It doesn't matter. We'll keep looking for a place. Something will turn up."
"No, no, it's a lot, but it's right on the beach and I assume it's big," Billy says, sliding his arm around Eric's waist. "How many bedrooms and bathrooms does it have? What's the kitchen like?"
"Four bedrooms, each with an ensuite. The master bedroom has a full sized bath joining. Huge shower. Big enough for three or four," Eric grins. "There's a fireplace in the master bedroom and a balcony looking out to the ocean. A study and sun room. A sauna, outdoor hot tub. A huge deck and private section of beach. I, um... the kitchen is smaller than this one though," he says, thinking that would be the deal breaker for Billy. "But it has a double oven, huge fridge... I didn't take much notice of the kitchen to be honest," he admits. "The best bit is there's a reserve right across the road at the back of the house up the hill so no one will build higher than that," he says, thinking of their privacy.
It sounds wonderful except for the kitchen. "Did you get a card from the agent?" Billy asks. "I don't know if I want something with a smaller kitchen but it'll depend on how it's laid out."
"Yeah." Eric pulls the card out of the pocket of his shorts and it's only slightly crumpled, and puts it on the counter. "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, we can keep looking. There's no rush." Except it does matter a little, Eric has fallen in love with the place, but he's not about to tell Billy that.
"Yes, there is," Billy says firmly, smiling as he picks up the card and hands it back to Eric. "We need a place of our own. Call her and find out when we can see it."
Eric gives Billy a sheepish smile. "Well, she did say she'd be there at lunchtime showing people around and we could go then if we wanted..."
Billy laughs. "We could go and have an early brunch and you could show me the outside," he suggests, standing on tiptoes to kiss that smile.
"Yeah?" Eric asks, knowing he's grinning from ear to ear but he can't help it. "I'll need a shower first." He pulls Billy closer, giving him a hard, demanding kiss. "That should be we'll need a shower," he says, his grin turning slightly evil. "Because you're going to be pretty sweaty too in about half an hour from now."
"Me?" Billy flashes Eric his best innocent look. Right at the same time as he presses even closer. "Why would I be all sweaty?"
"Well, you usually are when I've pushed you down over the back of the couch and fucked you into next week," Eric smirks, sliding a hand down to cup Billy through his jeans.
"Oh, god," Billy murmurs under his breath, his body eagerly responding to Eric's touch. "Is that what you're planning on doing?"
"Maybe," Eric teases, grinning and giving Billy's cock a squeeze.
Billy whimpers, pushing his cock into Eric's hand. "Please, sir..."
Groaning, Eric gives Billy a hard, claiming kiss. "God, I love it when you beg for me," he murmurs. "I want you to put on a show. I want you hard and naked and touching yourself. Make yourself nice and desperate for me."
"Yes, sir," Billy whispers, stepping back to pull his t-shirt over his head, taking his time as he does, each inch of bare skin slowly revealed. And then it's time for his jeans, the button flicked open, the zipper drawn down, the sides peeled back to reveal his cock, already hard and leaking.
"Mmm, that's a good start," Eric smiles, drinking in the sight.
Billy blushes a little but the jeans get pushed down, inched down his thighs, and he bends deeply at the waist, giving Eric the best view of his ass as he pushes them from his feet.
"Gorgeous," Eric grins, wondering if asking Billy to put on a show was such a great idea after all. His boy is too fucking sexy and too good at this, making him want to hold him down over the counter and fuck him right now.
"Thanks." Billy smiles shyly and leans back against the counter, wrapping his hand around his aching cock with a soft moan.
Leaning back against the opposite counter, the bulge in his shorts clearly showing how much he's appreciating the show, Eric grins at Billy, taking in every move.
"Is this what you wanted?" Billy says, stroking a little harder, his cock leaking against his palm, easing his path as he lets his head fall back, moaning again and again.
Eric nods. "I want you to put yourself right on edge," he says quietly, arousal evident in his voice.
"Yes, sir." Billy works his cock harder, other hand slipping down to tug and squeeze at his balls, soft cries spilling from his lips as he increases the pressure, the level of pain. "Oh, god, sir... please..."
Smiling, Eric shakes his head. "I know you can take a lot more than that."
God. Billy whimpers, squeezing his balls harder, his thumbnail pressing into the head of his cock, into the slit. "Oh, god, please..." he moans, the pain shoving him right to the edge as he keeps working his cock and his balls, never once letting up, the tears welling in his eyes, there for Eric to see as he keeps his gaze locked on his sir.
Eric meets Billy's gaze, his cock throbbing hard with what he sees, is seeing. "Turn around," he orders, his voice rough with arousal. "Brace yourself against the counter." He pushes away from the counter, and as he does his gaze falls on Billy's baking equipment, an idea coming to him. "Close your eyes."
"Yes, sir." Billy moves quickly, grateful for the orders, his hands braced against the cool granite, his legs spread wide. He closes his eyes, wondering what his sir has in mind.
Fumbling about in one of the drawers, Eric finds a condom and then picks up the marble rolling pin and rolls it over the handle at one end. The only lube handy is some olive oil and Eric drizzles it over the condom, making sure it's nice and slick and then nudges Billy's feet further apart and presses the end of the pin against his hole.
Billy's eyes flash open in surprise but he quickly closes them again. Oh god. He knows exactly what Eric has pressed against his hole and as much as he's shocked, he's also so fucking aroused he can barely breathe. "Oh, god, sir," he whispers, unconsciously spreading his legs even wider. "Please..."
"Such a lovely slut," Eric grins, pressing the handle of the rolling pin inside Billy's hole. "Think you can take it all, slut? You want to. You want to have this whole thing in your hole. You want me to fuck you with it."
"Yes," Billy whispers, nodding, his cock jerking heavily between his thighs. "Want it. Please, sir."
"Brace yourself then." Eric eases the wide part of the rolling pin through the tight muscle, watching Billy's hole stretch around it, the skin red already. Then he pushes it in, only to slide it out again, not even close to Billy having the whole cold marble pin in his hole, fucking him with it in shallow movements. "Beg for it if you want more."
"Ungh. Ohhh..." Billy's knees buckle and he braces himself even harder, dropping his chest and head to the counter. "Please," he begs, hips already moving. "Pleasepleasesir... push it in me..."
Hearing Billy beg for it makes Eric's cock just fucking ache. He moans softly, giving Billy just a few more inches, keeping his movements shallow and steady, wanting to keep Billy right on the edge. "Dirty, slutty boy," he grins.
It feels like he's being split in the two, the marble cold and unyielding. "Yes, slut, ohfuck, please," Billy begs, his voice cracking as he shoves himself down on it. "Please, sir..." Almost in tears with the need to have it deeper inside him, fucking him, forcing him open.
"Uh huh," Eric shakes his head. He presses the rolling pin in halfway, leaving the other half outside Billy's body, then backs away, sliding his running shorts down over his hips to free his cock. "I want you to suck me. And don't let that fall out of your ass."
Fuck. Billy whimpers, body clenching tight, trying to hold onto the marble. "Can I open my eyes, sir?"
"Yes," Eric replies, slowly stroking himself and trying not to smirk too much.
Billy doesn't know how he's going to hold on to the rolling pin and blow Eric at the same time. The marble's too slick, too heavy to get a good hold on no matter how hard he clenches his ass. Whimpering, he turns slowly, bending over at the waist, moving so the end of the pin's against the cabinets, braced so it can't move. Oh thank god. He takes Eric into mouth eagerly, sucking and licking and using just a little teeth on the tip and sides as he bobs up and down.
Allowing Billy to brace the pin, Eric grins, surprised at finding himself turned on at just how wrong it is. He moans his appreciation when Billy sucks him, hissing at the scrape of teeth. "Good boy," he praises, one hand in Billy's hair.
Moaning at the praise and the taste and the way the pin slides deeper inside him, Billy's cock jerks, leaking steadily as he sucks and sucks, unable to get enough of his sir.
"Oh god." Billy's too good at this, his mouth too eager, demanding... Eric groans, letting Billy set the pace for several long minutes, the pleasure washing over him, his fingers tightening in Billy's hair a second before he comes hard down his throat. "God, yes. Good boy. My good boy."
Billy whimpers, torn between pleasure at the praise and making Eric come and disappointment that it's not going to be inside him.
"Does my boy want to come?" Eric asks as he tucks himself back in and then moves to take hold of the pin again, very slowly pulling it almost all the way out. "While I fuck him with this?"
"Yes. Please," Billy nods, moaning softly, not wanting Eric to pull the pin all the way out, his body clenching as tight as it can around it. "Please, sir."
Eric shoves the pin in again, almost three-quarters of the length, and then starts fucking Billy with it. Hard.
Billy cries out, moans of pleasure and pain spilling from his lips continuously as Eric fucks him, forcing his hole open, his body to accept the ruthless thrusts. "Oh, oh, god, please... harder..." unable to help the need for it, to be used so thoroughly, like the slut, the whore he is.
"Any harder and you'll be choking on it," Eric grinds out. He gives Billy more though, ramming the rolling pin inside so there's just the handle left out and then almost all the way out again and again.
"Oh, god, please, sir!" Billy wails, quickly finding himself right there, right on the edge and only holding on through sheer willpower. Willpower that's disintegrating with every second. "Your boy needs to come... Pleaseplease let him come," he begs, shoving back onto the pin over and over, hole welcoming every thrust.
God. Eric loves it when Billy sounds so fucking desperate. When he's like this he thinks his boy would even call News of the World to let them listen if it meant he had permission. "Go on," he nods, pushing it in as far and as hard as he can.
"Ohhhh, ohgod," Billy moans, the pain slamming him right over the edge, his cock pulsing again and again, spurts of come spattering the floor beneath him.
"Messy boy," Eric smirks, his cock jerking again when Billy comes. He gives him a moment during the worst of his aftershocks and then carefully slides the rolling pin out. He puts it on the counter and then pulls Billy close.
Billy clings, his body suddenly achingly sore and empty. He whimpers softly, burying his face in Eric's chest.
Smoothing his hands down Billy's back, Eric kisses him softly as he holds him. "You need to lie down for a while?" he murmurs. "I could have my shower and join you afterwards."
"No." Billy shakes his head. "I need a shower too and you were going to take me for brunch before we see the house."
"I know, but we can go a little later if you need a rest," Eric tells him, even though the mention of the house makes him keen to see it again, and to have Billy see it and hopefully fall in love with it like he did.
Billy shakes his head again. "Wash me?"
"Yes," Eric smiles, tilting Billy's face up so he can give him a very soft kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," Billy whispers. "Even when you insist on doing unspeakable things to my kitchen tools."
Eric laughs. "Just please don't make any kind of pastry thing anytime soon."
"Are you kidding?" Billy giggles. "I'm buying a new one. That one can be cleaned and added to the toy trunk."
"Maybe I could come along and help you choose new things for the kitchen?" Eric says, mischief in his eyes.
"Only if we buy two sets."
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[players only; current]
"I didn't think you'd be up yet," Eric smiles, coming up behind Billy and kissing the back of his neck when he gets home from his early morning run and finds him in the kitchen. "Did I wake you when I left?"
"No," Billy grins over his shoulder, leaning back against Eric as he sets another dish in the drainboard. "But somebody," he casts a playfully stern glance at Diablo, "decided my face made a good pillow and that was the end of sleeping in."
"Diablo, have you been learning bad habits from Hazel?" Eric scolds before bursting out laughing.
Hazel's ears perk up and she runs over, jumping up to place her paws on Eric's knee. "I think that's a yes," Billy says, laughing too.
"I knew it. It's always the puffballs that cause trouble," Eric laughs, crouching down to pat her, almost getting bowled over when Diablo charges over for some attention too. "Aaagh, Billy help! I'm being attacked!" he yells as both dogs decide to try to lick his face.
"Hey, guys, down!" Billy orders, half-laughing, pulling both animals from Eric, Diablo going easily when Billy tugs hard on his collar.
Finally managing to get free, Eric laughs as he stands up, ignoring the fact that he's still all sweaty and pulls Billy closer. "I'll take him with me next time so he doesn't wake you," he says, leaning in for a kiss. "Good morning."
"Thanks. Good morning to you too," Billy says, grinning widely as he kisses Eric - once, twice and again. "My gorgeous husband." He laughs. "How was your run?"
"It was good," Eric nods, pulling away to grab a slice of cheese from the counter where Billy's been preparing breakfast. "I went uphill first, came down around the beach." He gives Billy an uncertain look, not sure how he'll react to the next bit. "There's a few houses for sale along the beachfront."
"Yeah? Anything worth looking into?" Billy asks. Eric's always wanted a house on the beach. And he's always wanted them to live together. In their own place.
Taking some juice from the fridge, Eric doesn't bother with a glass, just chugs most of it down straight from the carton. "Yeah, there was one. The agent was there getting an early start on getting some photos to put on the net." He glances away, not wanting to let Billy see how much he loved the place. "Right on the beach with a swing seat hanging from the deck so you could almost dip your toes in the water at high tide. She let me have a look around."
"Did she tell you how much they're asking?"
"Yeah, they're starting at ten million," Eric says, wincing even as he says it. Ten million. Fuck.
Billy's eyes widen. "Seriously?"
"Yeah," Eric nods, looking down at the juice carton he's still holding. It's too much. Even if it is fucking perfect. Even if he could see him and Billy living there, their own private beach, the dogs running around. "It doesn't matter. We'll keep looking for a place. Something will turn up."
"No, no, it's a lot, but it's right on the beach and I assume it's big," Billy says, sliding his arm around Eric's waist. "How many bedrooms and bathrooms does it have? What's the kitchen like?"
"Four bedrooms, each with an ensuite. The master bedroom has a full sized bath joining. Huge shower. Big enough for three or four," Eric grins. "There's a fireplace in the master bedroom and a balcony looking out to the ocean. A study and sun room. A sauna, outdoor hot tub. A huge deck and private section of beach. I, um... the kitchen is smaller than this one though," he says, thinking that would be the deal breaker for Billy. "But it has a double oven, huge fridge... I didn't take much notice of the kitchen to be honest," he admits. "The best bit is there's a reserve right across the road at the back of the house up the hill so no one will build higher than that," he says, thinking of their privacy.
It sounds wonderful except for the kitchen. "Did you get a card from the agent?" Billy asks. "I don't know if I want something with a smaller kitchen but it'll depend on how it's laid out."
"Yeah." Eric pulls the card out of the pocket of his shorts and it's only slightly crumpled, and puts it on the counter. "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, we can keep looking. There's no rush." Except it does matter a little, Eric has fallen in love with the place, but he's not about to tell Billy that.
"Yes, there is," Billy says firmly, smiling as he picks up the card and hands it back to Eric. "We need a place of our own. Call her and find out when we can see it."
Eric gives Billy a sheepish smile. "Well, she did say she'd be there at lunchtime showing people around and we could go then if we wanted..."
Billy laughs. "We could go and have an early brunch and you could show me the outside," he suggests, standing on tiptoes to kiss that smile.
"Yeah?" Eric asks, knowing he's grinning from ear to ear but he can't help it. "I'll need a shower first." He pulls Billy closer, giving him a hard, demanding kiss. "That should be we'll need a shower," he says, his grin turning slightly evil. "Because you're going to be pretty sweaty too in about half an hour from now."
"Me?" Billy flashes Eric his best innocent look. Right at the same time as he presses even closer. "Why would I be all sweaty?"
"Well, you usually are when I've pushed you down over the back of the couch and fucked you into next week," Eric smirks, sliding a hand down to cup Billy through his jeans.
"Oh, god," Billy murmurs under his breath, his body eagerly responding to Eric's touch. "Is that what you're planning on doing?"
"Maybe," Eric teases, grinning and giving Billy's cock a squeeze.
Billy whimpers, pushing his cock into Eric's hand. "Please, sir..."
Groaning, Eric gives Billy a hard, claiming kiss. "God, I love it when you beg for me," he murmurs. "I want you to put on a show. I want you hard and naked and touching yourself. Make yourself nice and desperate for me."
"Yes, sir," Billy whispers, stepping back to pull his t-shirt over his head, taking his time as he does, each inch of bare skin slowly revealed. And then it's time for his jeans, the button flicked open, the zipper drawn down, the sides peeled back to reveal his cock, already hard and leaking.
"Mmm, that's a good start," Eric smiles, drinking in the sight.
Billy blushes a little but the jeans get pushed down, inched down his thighs, and he bends deeply at the waist, giving Eric the best view of his ass as he pushes them from his feet.
"Gorgeous," Eric grins, wondering if asking Billy to put on a show was such a great idea after all. His boy is too fucking sexy and too good at this, making him want to hold him down over the counter and fuck him right now.
"Thanks." Billy smiles shyly and leans back against the counter, wrapping his hand around his aching cock with a soft moan.
Leaning back against the opposite counter, the bulge in his shorts clearly showing how much he's appreciating the show, Eric grins at Billy, taking in every move.
"Is this what you wanted?" Billy says, stroking a little harder, his cock leaking against his palm, easing his path as he lets his head fall back, moaning again and again.
Eric nods. "I want you to put yourself right on edge," he says quietly, arousal evident in his voice.
"Yes, sir." Billy works his cock harder, other hand slipping down to tug and squeeze at his balls, soft cries spilling from his lips as he increases the pressure, the level of pain. "Oh, god, sir... please..."
Smiling, Eric shakes his head. "I know you can take a lot more than that."
God. Billy whimpers, squeezing his balls harder, his thumbnail pressing into the head of his cock, into the slit. "Oh, god, please..." he moans, the pain shoving him right to the edge as he keeps working his cock and his balls, never once letting up, the tears welling in his eyes, there for Eric to see as he keeps his gaze locked on his sir.
Eric meets Billy's gaze, his cock throbbing hard with what he sees, is seeing. "Turn around," he orders, his voice rough with arousal. "Brace yourself against the counter." He pushes away from the counter, and as he does his gaze falls on Billy's baking equipment, an idea coming to him. "Close your eyes."
"Yes, sir." Billy moves quickly, grateful for the orders, his hands braced against the cool granite, his legs spread wide. He closes his eyes, wondering what his sir has in mind.
Fumbling about in one of the drawers, Eric finds a condom and then picks up the marble rolling pin and rolls it over the handle at one end. The only lube handy is some olive oil and Eric drizzles it over the condom, making sure it's nice and slick and then nudges Billy's feet further apart and presses the end of the pin against his hole.
Billy's eyes flash open in surprise but he quickly closes them again. Oh god. He knows exactly what Eric has pressed against his hole and as much as he's shocked, he's also so fucking aroused he can barely breathe. "Oh, god, sir," he whispers, unconsciously spreading his legs even wider. "Please..."
"Such a lovely slut," Eric grins, pressing the handle of the rolling pin inside Billy's hole. "Think you can take it all, slut? You want to. You want to have this whole thing in your hole. You want me to fuck you with it."
"Yes," Billy whispers, nodding, his cock jerking heavily between his thighs. "Want it. Please, sir."
"Brace yourself then." Eric eases the wide part of the rolling pin through the tight muscle, watching Billy's hole stretch around it, the skin red already. Then he pushes it in, only to slide it out again, not even close to Billy having the whole cold marble pin in his hole, fucking him with it in shallow movements. "Beg for it if you want more."
"Ungh. Ohhh..." Billy's knees buckle and he braces himself even harder, dropping his chest and head to the counter. "Please," he begs, hips already moving. "Pleasepleasesir... push it in me..."
Hearing Billy beg for it makes Eric's cock just fucking ache. He moans softly, giving Billy just a few more inches, keeping his movements shallow and steady, wanting to keep Billy right on the edge. "Dirty, slutty boy," he grins.
It feels like he's being split in the two, the marble cold and unyielding. "Yes, slut, ohfuck, please," Billy begs, his voice cracking as he shoves himself down on it. "Please, sir..." Almost in tears with the need to have it deeper inside him, fucking him, forcing him open.
"Uh huh," Eric shakes his head. He presses the rolling pin in halfway, leaving the other half outside Billy's body, then backs away, sliding his running shorts down over his hips to free his cock. "I want you to suck me. And don't let that fall out of your ass."
Fuck. Billy whimpers, body clenching tight, trying to hold onto the marble. "Can I open my eyes, sir?"
"Yes," Eric replies, slowly stroking himself and trying not to smirk too much.
Billy doesn't know how he's going to hold on to the rolling pin and blow Eric at the same time. The marble's too slick, too heavy to get a good hold on no matter how hard he clenches his ass. Whimpering, he turns slowly, bending over at the waist, moving so the end of the pin's against the cabinets, braced so it can't move. Oh thank god. He takes Eric into mouth eagerly, sucking and licking and using just a little teeth on the tip and sides as he bobs up and down.
Allowing Billy to brace the pin, Eric grins, surprised at finding himself turned on at just how wrong it is. He moans his appreciation when Billy sucks him, hissing at the scrape of teeth. "Good boy," he praises, one hand in Billy's hair.
Moaning at the praise and the taste and the way the pin slides deeper inside him, Billy's cock jerks, leaking steadily as he sucks and sucks, unable to get enough of his sir.
"Oh god." Billy's too good at this, his mouth too eager, demanding... Eric groans, letting Billy set the pace for several long minutes, the pleasure washing over him, his fingers tightening in Billy's hair a second before he comes hard down his throat. "God, yes. Good boy. My good boy."
Billy whimpers, torn between pleasure at the praise and making Eric come and disappointment that it's not going to be inside him.
"Does my boy want to come?" Eric asks as he tucks himself back in and then moves to take hold of the pin again, very slowly pulling it almost all the way out. "While I fuck him with this?"
"Yes. Please," Billy nods, moaning softly, not wanting Eric to pull the pin all the way out, his body clenching as tight as it can around it. "Please, sir."
Eric shoves the pin in again, almost three-quarters of the length, and then starts fucking Billy with it. Hard.
Billy cries out, moans of pleasure and pain spilling from his lips continuously as Eric fucks him, forcing his hole open, his body to accept the ruthless thrusts. "Oh, oh, god, please... harder..." unable to help the need for it, to be used so thoroughly, like the slut, the whore he is.
"Any harder and you'll be choking on it," Eric grinds out. He gives Billy more though, ramming the rolling pin inside so there's just the handle left out and then almost all the way out again and again.
"Oh, god, please, sir!" Billy wails, quickly finding himself right there, right on the edge and only holding on through sheer willpower. Willpower that's disintegrating with every second. "Your boy needs to come... Pleaseplease let him come," he begs, shoving back onto the pin over and over, hole welcoming every thrust.
God. Eric loves it when Billy sounds so fucking desperate. When he's like this he thinks his boy would even call News of the World to let them listen if it meant he had permission. "Go on," he nods, pushing it in as far and as hard as he can.
"Ohhhh, ohgod," Billy moans, the pain slamming him right over the edge, his cock pulsing again and again, spurts of come spattering the floor beneath him.
"Messy boy," Eric smirks, his cock jerking again when Billy comes. He gives him a moment during the worst of his aftershocks and then carefully slides the rolling pin out. He puts it on the counter and then pulls Billy close.
Billy clings, his body suddenly achingly sore and empty. He whimpers softly, burying his face in Eric's chest.
Smoothing his hands down Billy's back, Eric kisses him softly as he holds him. "You need to lie down for a while?" he murmurs. "I could have my shower and join you afterwards."
"No." Billy shakes his head. "I need a shower too and you were going to take me for brunch before we see the house."
"I know, but we can go a little later if you need a rest," Eric tells him, even though the mention of the house makes him keen to see it again, and to have Billy see it and hopefully fall in love with it like he did.
Billy shakes his head again. "Wash me?"
"Yes," Eric smiles, tilting Billy's face up so he can give him a very soft kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," Billy whispers. "Even when you insist on doing unspeakable things to my kitchen tools."
Eric laughs. "Just please don't make any kind of pastry thing anytime soon."
"Are you kidding?" Billy giggles. "I'm buying a new one. That one can be cleaned and added to the toy trunk."
"Maybe I could come along and help you choose new things for the kitchen?" Eric says, mischief in his eyes.
"Only if we buy two sets."
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