Prompt Post - Part Ten
I am REALLY, REALLY SORRY about taking so long, guys, and about not being around much recently. I've been busier than I have in a while, and it just kept slipping my mind between uni applications and volunteering and all sorts- for some reason I thought we were much further off a new post.
If there is anything I haven't responded to, as of now, I'm ( Read more... )
“You tried to run away~” it continued, in that falsely happy voice that he did not want to hear, as the hand drifted again, moving lower as it toyed with the top of his boxers, the only thing that he was still wearing, and he tensed, frightened. “You know what that means, don’t you Billy?” Even had he wanted to answer, been able to answer, he wouldn’t have, could never speak during these times, he couldn’t have, mouth descending upon his own and licking, sucking, taking his bottom lip and toying with it in its teeth, while, below, hips rocked against his own very deliberately, and something hard and warm ground against him.
His eyes flew wide open in a gasp that was swallowed by the mouth, and the hips rocked again, and again, pressing firmly against him and almost pinning him down as the voice made a muffled noise into his mouth, hips rocking further. No no no no no not this not this hard thick thing pushing against him, no no no-
Thoughts on that matter were abruptly caught off as a hand snaked down the back of his boxers, and a finger pressed at his hole, before circling it lightly, and Billy couldn’t help but feel like prey, hunted and scared and please no no not this. The mouth removed itself from him, with one parting gentle kiss, and it spoke again, the sound slightly warped and breathless now. “Don’t worry Billy, I won’t,” it promised him, and he didn’t believe it not for one second no but then it continued with a “It could just always get more fun, remember?” A warning a warning and he nodded jerkily, blue eyes screwing tightly shut so he couldn’t see the face, couldn’t see the expression on it that made him want to curl up in a hole and stay there forever.
A slight, breathless laugh sounded, and then the hips were moving again, harder and faster and pushing against him with such insistency that Billy cried out but no that wasn’t why there was a finger in him and please no that hurt hurt hurt hurt and then there was a cry from the voice as the hips rocked against him one last time, hard and pinning and he whimpered as the finger disappeared, resisting the urge to cry.
No no no, not while he was here, he couldn’t. Everything paused for a moment while the voice gasped, huffed, wheezed, tried to gain back its precious breath, before a light kiss was dropped onto his bruised lips. “You’re getting better, Billy~.” He tried to ignore that, tried to shut it out and leave it alone and pretend it hadn’t been said but what if he was getting better at this he didn’t want this and the voice laughed, kissing him a little more firmly before it was gone, leaving the dazed boy lying on the bed once more, hurting and dirty and scared and-
He was getting out of here.
It was a regular thought, one he had acted on before and most recently look where it got him but he couldn’t give up, had to get out, had to go. He’d get out this time he would. He didn’t want to think of what the next time would bring.
It got worse every time.
((I'm really glad you guys like that! Poor Billy, I feel so mean to him... But I was struggling a bit with this chapter, and muse came courtesy of Tumblr, because this fic is being tracked on there. -flails-))
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I may die.
If there is not more soon.
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Oh god I just I can't oh god. And he's Billy so of course he never gives up and I have to know what comes next and BAWLING HERE PLEASE EXCUSE ME
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You're doing an excellent job with a rather difficult topic. I can't wait for the next update!
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Why must you torture Billy this way? It's just...too cruel. Poor, poor Billy. His life just sucks.
*cries*
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