sore in a masterpiece

William always thought Jeremy was a brilliant songwriter, and he had a beautiful voice to match. He recalled the younger man jokingly saying he sang kind of like a girl. William sort of heard it, at least when it came to the higher notes and screams. With Jeremy being bent over on his couch on the other hand, it was hard not to think about how pretty the man's voice truly was. And it wasn't just arousal making him think that, or bucking his hips until they were flush against Jeremy and the latter's voice quivered. He sounded gorgeous. He was gorgeous.

He caressed Jeremy's head, almost wishing the man didn't cut his hair so he'd have something to pull. William tugged on the back of the collar to his sweater instead, drawing out a gasp from Jeremy who arched his lower back.

"Ugh, you're gonna make--" Jeremy yelped and hissed when William's free hand came down hard against his ass. "M-make me come. Please, Will."

William wasn't entirely sure if that was a direct request. But in case it wasn't, he pulled Jeremy by his waist off the back of the couch, the younger man assuming a position on his back with his legs open.

"You're pretty," William said under his breath, slipping back into his entrance.

Jeremy could barely respond with words as William rolled his hips into him, his panting getting louder. When William put a hand around the base of his shaft, his moaning rose in pitch until he was whining.

"Like that?" William asked, bringing his hand up and down.

Jeremy swallowed thickly and hummed affirmatively, his head turned to the side and his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head while William fucked him harder.

When William leaned forward to kiss his neck, he nearly drew back as soon as the younger man's body trembled in a broken rhythm. But the fingers in the back of his hair and the feeling of something hot and wet in his palm told him to keep going, to gently bite Jeremy until he keened, to capture his lips and meet his tongue with his own.

His thrusts were slow but sharp, pounding Jeremy into the couch. His hand remained around the man's cock after the latter finished, quivering whines escaping his lips as he came down from his orgasmic high. William's other hand was on Jeremy's throat when he felt close.

"F-fuck," Jeremy whispered hoarsely. "Yeah, come for me, daddy."

William's hips stuttered and he almost finished right there. He shifted on his knees and got back to it, fucking Jeremy faster as he got closer. His grip on the man's throat tightened carefully. Jeremy swallowed, wide eyes brimming with tears and gazing into his. Jeremy's short, high moans and William's deep, low groans filled the room and bounced off the walls.

"Yeah, daddy, that's it," Jeremy whispered as William came. "Feels so fucking good. Ahh~"

He lost the rhythm in his breaths and his thrusts, his head spinning with heightened pleasure as he finally let go. He kissed Jeremy's faintly smiling lips hungrily, groaning into it as his hips rolled languidly into the younger man. When their tongues found one another again, he let go of Jeremy's throat to cradle the side of the man's face tenderly, savoring the deep kiss and the man's wandering hands groping his ass and nails dragging up his back.

He expected Jeremy to quickly get dressed and leave without a word like he often did. It was a surprise and a delight to see the other man smoking a cigarette by the open kitchen window after he showered and put on fresh clothes. He knew it wasn't his place to ask about Jeremy's personal life too much based on previous attempts, and he didn't like to pry either despite worrying about his friend at times. It was getting colder, and the least he could do was offer Jeremy a place to stay or at least stay warm at night.

"You doing anything tonight?" he asked, gently taking the cigarette between Jeremy's fingers and putting it to his lips for a long drag.

"I have to close," the younger man's eyes were fixed on his fidgeting fingers until William gave it back.

"What about after?"

Jeremy shook his head.

"Nothing?"

Jeremy shook his head slower.

"Why don't you come back here after work? I'll make you something, or order some food instead. I'll get some beer if you want."

"Um..." Jeremy looked up for a split second. "Okay. Thank you."

"You know, you can stay the night if you want to, or need to, or... you're always welcome here."

"I appreciate it Will, but..." Jeremy inhaled his cigarette and didn't finish his sentence.

"Why not?"

"I don't want you to feel like I'm using you."

"You're not," William crossed his arms, then his lips curled into a smirk. "Well... not that I'd mind you using me."

"W-what do you mean?" Jeremy lifted his gaze, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"You can find out after work," he smiled, taking the cigarette from Jeremy again.