#will thots

Red hot heat radiated from the hand print and crudely cut NS on Will's cheek. The welt covered the supple flesh almost entirely. Noah delicately placed his hand over it and even more gently soothed the mark, further smearing trickles of blood and earning a shaky gasp plus a shiver from Will. It throbbed beneath his palm.

"I like how this looks." Noah's voice came out steady and calm despite feral lust burning through him. "You should get it tattooed."

He pressed his thumb against his initials until Will squirmed, then dug his nail into them. Will choked on a whimper in a futile attempt to move; the spreader bar kept his legs apart, spread wide so Noah could see everything he wanted—cock heavy and leaking, twitching with every deep breath, his hole wet, glistening with spit, puckering, pleading to be filled or played with again—and his arms in place, wrists bound to the middle so Noah could watch him fruitless grasp at nothing.

Will cried out when Noah's hand made contact with his ass again, harshly and painfully. The sting had almost dulled to numbness, but blossomed intensely once more.

"Did that hurt?" Noah cooed.

"Y-yeah." Will choked.

Gently, Noah ran his hand over the hand print. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Do you need a second?"

"No." Will sighed.

Noah reached for Will's knife and flicked the blade open.

"Good," he said, trailing the tip of the knife up the length of his cock, "because I'm not done marking you yet."

He positioned the the blade on Will's unblemished cheek and sliced his initials once more until his flesh—only now, Noah paired it with a plus sign and WR. Crimson bloomed, swelled until it trickled down, leaving bloody trails. Noah licked the blade clean before tossing it aside and licking up the blood he drew. Will whined.

Carved with bone and stained with his own blood, Noah kneeled before the stone structure, its likeness stood behind him. Fingers warm with the heat of hellfire slithered from the base of his skull to mask his eyes, tilting his head back to bare his throat.

“A fine offering for worship,” Will praised, silky smooth and saccharine. “Such attention to detail. Is this how you view me?”

Noah suppressed the shudder that threatened to make him a fool—but his composure faltered as His fingers migrated to his throat, deftly caressing the sensitive flesh. He sighed quietly, breathless and needy.

“Y-yes.”

Tentatively, he allowed his eyes to open, heart hammering against his ribs as Will gazed down at him with a similar wonder and devotion that he gazed up at Him with.

“Others would kill to be my favorite, you know.” He stared intensely at Noah, hoping to invoke just a sliver of fear. “But none are as loyal and devote… deserving as you.”

Will delicately pushed Noah’s hair out of his reverent eyes. For a long moment, He just stared, admiring his unearthly beauty and pondering how mortals could make offspring so perfect. It was terribly unbecoming of Him to harbor such emotions for a human, but how could He not?

“You should be rewarded.”

He stepped around Noah, keeping one hand on his head. Slowly, Will sank to His knees in front of him. Noah attempted to protest, but He silenced him with fingers pressed to his lips.

Slowly, Noah crouched, hovering over Will, dark gaze burning into him. He wrapped the chain leash a few times around his hand then tugged until Will was forced up on his arms. Wide, blank eyes shimmering with tears stared back.

"I think this is a good place for you," Noah stated callously. "On the floor, beneath me like the pathetic man you are."

He stood abruptly, unwinding the leash and pressing his boot back to the center of Will's chest. Briefly, his eyes caught on the shine of the jeweled lettering on Will's collar—NOAH. A choked whine left him and Noah smirked cruelly.

"I especially love this view—worthless, like chewed up, spit out gum."

Pitifully, Will grabbed at his ankle, prompting Noah to apply more pressure.

"But you love me though, right?" He blinked up at him, desperation saturating his voice as tears trickled from the outer corner of his eyes.

Something tugged in his chest, but Noah couldn't place the sensation—and nothing about the way he affirmed it was sincere.

"Aw, kitten," Noah mocked with a faux pout. He gave Will's leash a hard yank, and spit directly on his face. "Of course I do. Have I done something to make you think I don't?"

He felt the cruelty rolling off him and saw it in Will's damp eyes, laced delicately with desperation and burning humiliation. Noah wondered how much it would take for him to really cry, how sharp and venomous his tongue could get. Noah didn't necessarily want to actually hurt him, but god if Will didn't look so damn gorgeous drenched in patheticism.

"Don't I do enough for you?" Noah's voice came out rough, like gravel on skinned knees.

Will attempted to nod, but winced in pain instead as Noah dragged his boot down his bare chest. Bright red blossomed amongst his inked skin.

"I don't appreciate my love being questioned. It hurts me. Do you want me to hurt, Will?"

His eyes widened. "No, no! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"There's people who would pay for me to spit on them, use them as a door mat, and you're getting it for free." Noah feigned the hurt in his voice. "How can you be so ungrateful? Do you love me?"

"I do, Noah, I do!" Will cried almost instantly. "I love you so much! Please! I'm sorry!"

A mean smile twisted on his face. "Cry some more for me, like a good boy. Maybe I'll forgive you."

How Will ended up in the back seat was a mystery, and how his cock ended up buried inside Noah's mouth was a bigger one. Realistically, he knew exactly, but if he pretended otherwise, he wouldn't have to address anything.

Noah was a master at getting under Will's skin—and he knew it, holy shit did he know it. Breathing down his neck, innocent enough questions that diverted to something accusatory and backhanded, all paired with a smile that grated Will's nerves worse than anything else.

Despite the blissful wet warmth of his mouth and the enthusiastic desperate way Noah blew him, Will refused to make a sound. Didn't gasp, didn't moan, didn't look, not even when his cock was snug down his throat, squeezed by Noah's fruitless attempt to swallow him whole. Noah made enough noise for them both—slobbery choking, deep, rumbling moans, and shaky, exaggerated gasps of breath. Instead, Will gritted his teeth and held his breath. His fingers ached from the white knuckled grip he had on Noah's soft—so soft—hair.

He refused to get too lost in the feeling. He had to keep some semblance of his hatred for the man present. The last thing he wanted was for Noah to think he'd won whatever one-sided game he was playing. This was just a blowjob, nothing more, nothing less.

Will bit down hard on his bottom lip, lungs threatening to betray him as Noah hollowed his cheeks and sped up his efforts. He dared a glance him, catching Noah with eyes closed and awkwardly palming over his bulge. The sight nearly broke him, but he stayed composed, at least until he was met with dark black-brown gazing back at him.

Noah was scared to touch Him, terrified he’d blemish His holy skin, taint beyond the flesh down to the bone. But Will had no qualms about touching him—delicate hands blazing fire in his blood, lips caressing and blossoming flowers in the wake of beautifully scorched nerves. Noah, an altar for Him, uniquely divine and sacred in a way he couldn’t fathom.

Will left no inch of Noah unblessed; from the top of his head to the sole of his feet saw some form Heaven. The reverential, angelic amber glow of His eyes felt almost blasphemous, wasted on him, but a fool Noah would be to not indulge in such honor.

Will hated how the fabric feels against his dick, it’s unpleasant and rough, it’s humiliating, but he doesn’t really have a choice. Noah isn’t feeling very nice or generous. He wants to watch Will beg and be pathetic. There’s a smug, prideful glint in his eye that pairs nicely with the shit eating smirk glued to his face.

“C’mon, Willy,” Noah’s voice was drenched in condescension. “Show me you mean it.”

Will tried, he really did— but it was awkward. He moved his hips faster, breath catching and head dropping. His cock was so hard it hurt and he didn’t think he’d be able to get off like this. A gasp slipped past his lips and cause his shoulders to shake.

“That’s it. That’s a good boy. Now you’re getting it.” Noah praised. “Fuck it just like the desperate dog you are, like the big fucking slut you deny you are.”

His cock throbbed and he groaned. Noah’s responding chuckle prickled his skin. Lazily and dazed, Will lifted his head just enough to look at Noah. His phone was off center, his attention wholly on Will. He smiled, soft and genuine, before reaching out and cupping his chin in his free hand. Will melted under the affection, eyes fluttering.

“Look at my little slut. Trying so hard to pretend you’re not loving this. I know that shame is just a front.” Noah squeezed Will’s jaw. “You’re gonna make a mess on my pillow, and then you’re gonna use that skilled tongue of yours to clean up your mess.”

His cheeks heated. I-I can’t—“

“Oh yes you can. You’re close already, I can tell.”

Will attempted to hand his head, but Noah kept his grip firm, forcing him to look either at him or the phone recording his shame.