#(( they’re insane. godbless gay ppl ! ))

[runelocked]

HENRY’S RIGHT: IT’S NEVER ABOUT THE WHO. Though paradoxically, it’s always about Henry: William basks in the attention, the praise, the compliments, and in the back of his mind wonders every time what Henry would feel if he was there. How he’d react. Would he be bitter, upset, driven mad with jealous? Would he laugh, tug William a little closer, unmoved by the petty, meaningless attention from strangers? A combination of the two?

And William is delighted with their situations — doesn’t have time to soak in this delight as his brain short-circuits every time he tries. He’s not used to this; to being the one spoken down to; and it’s exhilarating, it’s exciting, it sets every damn nerve in his body alight and makes him see stars. Or maybe that’s the way Henry is pushing into him right now: or maybe it’s Henry, just Henry, always Henry, that’s driving him this wild.

“Saw you watching out there,” are his first coherent words, barely more than a hiss of breath and taunting challenge, “saw you— watched you get yourself all worked up. You put on quite the display—” A certain movement and William is groaning, the noise escaping him louder than it is supposed to, undone, humiliatingly, beautifully. A flush spreads over his face and neck, knees buckling at the act. I’m yours, I’m yours: still teasing, not admitting it. “Henry,” he half-demands, half-pleads, because William Afton does not beg, not yet, “fucking— faster.”

@slaughterlocked asked: ❝ [ EMBRACE ] - will and henry?? 👀 ❞ ( jealous, fiercly protective & territorial prompts )

Henry usually pegged William as the jealous one between the two of them. Not this time. One too many flirtations from one of the adult patrons toward William had sent Henry into a silent, seething mood. Heavy brow and lips pressed into a thin line. Visibly unhappy from then until he had "asked" William to accompany him into his office. All of which had led to the present: Henry driving himself into William from behind, fingers of one hand twisted in his hair while the other gripped his hip sharply. Not an ounce of common sense could make itself heard through the sea of jealousy and pleasure, skin again skin and his own grunts and groans not stifled or muted in the slightest. Any passing employee down the back halls was a risk and Henry did not care.

"You like the attention, you don't care who it's from." Words growled out, rhythm slowing even as he pounded into William just that much harder. Thoughts usually kept to himself, bit back, allowed to slip past mindlessly. ( Could only think straight about the feeling of William around him. ) "You're mine."