Slower than Molasses
Pairing: Bill/Eric
Rating: R. Definitely NSFW, but not completely explicit, either.
Disclaimer: These characters and fandom are obviously not mine. Please don't misinterpret.
Eric was moving slower than molasses going up a hill in January. Honestly, Bill wasn't even sure if molasses could move up a hill. And even if it could, who would pour it up one?
Eric would, obviously. He would do almost anything if it meant it would piss Bill off or keep him from something, someone, he wanted. And tonight, for the first time, he was going to find out why. No matter how long Eric kept him waiting, even if it took him forcing that molasses uphill. He was going to find out why.
And, quite a bit faster than molasses at any time of the year, Eric was standing in front of him, smirking and nude. Exactly like Eric.
Very much unlike himself, however, Bill moved to lie down on the bed, completely nude, and smirked back.
That's all it took, though, to start coaxing the molasses uphill. He arched his back into the raw pain and heat Eric forced inside him.
It was total and complete indulgence for Eric, and complete and utter improvising by Bill. But the next few quick and determined thrusts by Eric, made him lose focus. He hadn't completely lost his humanity if he could fall into Eric's years of refined sexual exploits.
The whiff of molasses on Eric's skin brought Bill back from the pleasure he had started to moan into. Instead, all Bill could think of was the woman whose home had smelled of molasses before he had left.
Bill's moans became growls as he started to thrust in time with Eric, harder and faster, full of rage knowing that he was the one that had been betrayed. He had been the one who had been kept in the dark, which was tough considering his relationship with the Queen.
It wasn't until Bill had maneuvered Eric onto his back, groaning in pleasure from Bill's experience (which wasn't too far behind Eric's, in the grand scheme of things) that it dawned on him. Eric had never wanted what Bill had. All Eric had ever wanted was to keep things from wanting Bill.
Before long, the molasses had made it up the hill. For both of them. Twice.