#mf bingo xmas edition

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel

Word Count: 1621

Warnings: pwp, morning sex, holiday fic, smut, oral, anal fingering, biting, teasing, anal, poetic porn, stream of consciousness, bottom!Angel, d/s undertones

Summary: Sometimes, the best gift is the one you didn’t even realize you wanted.

A/N: wrote this for the morning sex prompt instead of what i originally planned. ah, well.

Squares Filled: Morning Sex ( @mfbingo xmas edition)

Angel woke to the feeling of something cool and damp sliding over his inner thigh. Muggy-headed, he pried open one eye and groaned, the light streaming through the necro-tempered window causing his head to throb. Letting his eye fall back shut, he felt the cool, slippery, something pause for a second before resuming its path. He felt like he should be worried that whatever was on his leg meant him harm, but he couldn't sense any danger through the cloud of fog that was his mind, so he laid there, trying to remember the events of the previous evening. Besides, whatever it was, it felt good enough traveling over his seldom-touched skin that he could feel himself starting to respond to the soft ministrations. 

Last night had been Christmas Eve, he remembered that much. The team, Spike and Harmony included, had come up to the penthouse that evening to have a small celebration, what with Lorne being unable to attend Christmas dinner over at Fred's due to an emergency of some sort with one of his clients that just couldn't wait until after the holidays. He knew there had been plenty of alcohol, enough that by the time the others had left, he was pleasantly fuzzy-headed and whiskey-warm, the humans, and even Harmony, giggling and singing carols as they left. He was pretty sure he'd made sure to call them all company cars to get them home safely. Pretty sure. Have to check on that later; wouldn't do his soul any good to find he'd been somewhat participant to a drunk driving accident. Soft, damp slide along the crevice where thigh met hip, southerly parts waking faster than his brain under the gentle licks.

He remembered inviting Spike to stay after the rest had left, the flowing alcohol leaving him in a good enough mood and recalling some of the better parts of their shared past. Remembered breaking open the good bottle of brady, splitting it with the blonde as they talked and even laughed. Remembered hands gaining a mind of their own, fingers lingering on skin as they brushed away stray locks of hair hanging over too-blue eyes, or caressing, whisper-soft, the back of a hand as glasses were refilled. Puff of cool air, scratch of teeth across his stomach, twitch of cock as tongue dipped into navel.

He remembered darkened glances that skittered away just as quickly as a head could turn. A fumbled, clashing kiss under the sprig of mistletoe Harmony had hung above the doorway to the kitchen. Inviting Spike to stay the night rather than stumble home or risk wrapping his Viper around a lamp post. Remembered not stayin' on that bloody couch and big-arsed orgy bed, and struggling out of clothes, nearly tripping over a pant leg, crawling under cool silk sheets that felt like a balm to liquor-heated skin. The comforting feeling of an arm laid over his stomach as sleep overtook him, firm chest against his back and soft purr rumbling through them both. Fingers teasing between legs to skirt over sensitive skin, lips mouthing through coarse curls, ignoring the thick length reaching for attention.

Unsure of why Spike had chosen to wake him in such a manner, and not much caring to question it further, Angel let out a soft groan as he felt the blonde teasing around the base of his cock. Another pause, uncertainty rolling off the slender vampire between his legs, and Angel shifted, wriggling his hips in search of continued attention, a silent approval of the impromptu rekindling of their intimate relationship. Hands slid down his thighs, pushing at his knees to urge his legs wider. Lips continued where they left off, soft pressure of mouth against alert skin, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. Throb and ache as the most needful part of him was bypassed once more, pleading whine bitten back as he squirmed, trying to direct that slick tongue, over, over, please, God, just an inch to the right. 

Hands on his hips, pinning him to the bed, his own reaching beneath the covers, one threading through sleep-mussed curls, other batted away as it crept towards his aching shaft. God, he's never been tortured this pleasurably; Angelus would never have stood for it, the demon too insistent on instant gratification when it came to carnal pleasures, want, take, have; the soul always longed for it but Angel never kept a lover long enough to receive it, never thought he deserved it. Forces himself to think on his sins, pushing away the creeping feeling of bliss. Remembers driving Dru mad, turning William from the soft poet that lingered within to the hardened vampire that killed viciously for more than a century. Danger passes, soul still firmly attached. 

Still Spike teases, head dipping lower, nosing against heavy sacs, inhaling deeply at the juncture of leg and groin. Crunch of bone and the mosquito-sting of a fang piercing thin flesh, feline-rough tongue soothing it away and growling moan of hunger as the faintest trace of blood hits his nose. Angel remembers now, and knows what it will take to bring that mouth where he wants it, where he desperately needs it. Remembers carrying out this precise form of torment upon the lithe blonde a fair few times during their eighteen years together a century ago.

Whispers Spike in a voice rough with sleep, alcohol, and barely repressed pleading. Writhe, groan, twitch of muscle as he tries to nudge that stubborn head towards the aching shaft now lying flat against his stomach. Another needle prick, rough lap of wet muscle, closer, but not close enough. Subaudible whimper, wrists pinned down at his sides when he fails to tug those curls those scant inches to the right, buck of hips met with a warning rumble vibrating against his flesh. Can't take it anymore, needs that mouth on him, needs to know it's as good as he remembers. Caves. Please, William, need you.

Opens his eyes at the approving groan, looks down, sees the comforter shift and rise as Spike kneels up, lets out his own thankful moan as cool mouth descends, slides down his aching cock. Fingers still clamped around his wrists, stopping him from being unable to touch, to direct, to do anything more than lay there and let the feel of that wet cavern engulfing him, aching tip of his cock pressing against the contracting entrance of the blondes throat as he swallows around him.

God, yes, yes, don't stop. Don't ever stop. Wants to thrust, needs to buck and writhe, wriggle, squirm, feel every inch of his aching shaft buried in that tight throat that feels closer to home than he's felt in too many decades. 

One wrist freed, feels fingers pressing in beside his throbbing cock. Tries to tangle his hand in gel-crunchy hair and receives a smack for his troubles. Sucks in needless oxygen as he feels slippery wet digits slide over his balls, down his perineum, lower, slipping between his cheeks. Louder moan, as slick fingers circle around tight ring of muscle, clench, relax, clench, relax, unsure. Breathes, pants, deciding. Mouth pauses, suction gone slack, questioning. Fingers still going round and round, gentle, waiting but persistent. Decision made, he keens.

Yes, God, Will, yes. Legs spread wider, muscles relax, inviting. Please, yes. Eyes cast up to the ceiling as that blissful, sinful mouth resumes its motions. More, fuck, please, William, need more.

Low groan, the feel of the rumble shooting through him, eyelids fluttering, struggles not to thrust up. Fingertip presses, muscle gives way easily, welcoming. Oh, Jesus. Spit-slick digit slides in as head bobs, distracting Angel from the intrusion, leaving the elder vampire unsure whether he wants more to thrust up or bear down, Spike's free hand preventing either. Slippery finger pumps in and out, slow, too slow, please, faster, need it. Speed increases and Angel moans, long and loud, cock leaking pre-cum that gets lapped away only to be replaced by more.

Fuck, yes, so good. Spike. Will. Oh, God, more. 

Back arches as the second finger slips in on the next thrust, restricting hand moving away to tug on full, aching balls to distract from the sting, stretch, burn. Feels fingers wriggle, scissoring as he adjusts, relaxes around the probing digits. Keens, whimpers, whines, sounds he hardly recognizes as his own. Feels orgasm looming, creeping, too soon, not soon enough.

Not enough. Hands free from slender yet strong restraints, he tugs, scrabbles, claws at Spike's shoulders, pulls him off his hard, so hard, cock, drags him up his body, out from under the covers, fingers still pumping, thrusting, stretching. Legs wrap around slim waist as that beautiful, God, so beautiful, demonic face looms over his own, feels an equally hard erection pressing, rubbing, sliding, against his own.

Merry Christmas, Sire.

Merry Christmas, Childe.

Lips devour, cherish, mold around each other. Crunch of bone and pierce of fang into stroking tongue, blood filling mouths, mingling, shared, savored. Third finger sneaks in, and full, so full, need more. Thrust down to meet each instroke, push up to grind cock against cock as fingers retract. More, Will, need it, need you. Take me.

Wriggle, whine, slide, growl and plead, and ah, yes, that, do it, Spike. Whimper as the fingers disappear, mouth moves away, inhale as fangs slice into a thin wrist, moan as blood drips onto his cock, back of hand brushing against the urgent erection as its match is slicked.

Christ, so hot, luv, like this. Bloody beautiful, all needy and desperate.

Please.

Blunt pressure against the loosened rim, pushing, pushing, past the clenching, pulling muscle. Mouths meet again as hard, velvet steel slides in, stretching. Remembers, mm, yes, this, this is home.

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Minty Goodness

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel

Word Count: 1688

Warnings: porn with very little plot, daydreams, oral fixation, oral sex, deep-throating, throat fucking, coming in pants, holiday fic, candy canes, crack treated seriously, can this be called food porn?, humor, oh look one of Spike’s plans finally worked! 

Summary: In which Spike is Pavlov, and Angel is the dog.

A/N: just some silly, sexy fun. 

Squares Filled: daydreams ( @mfbingo ), candy canes ( @mfbingo​ - xmas edition), irresistible ( @thebo3bingo )

Angel is starting to really hate the month of December. And the main reason, the only reason for it, really, is sitting at the other end of the conference table, center of his attention, just as he always needs to be. The rest of the team took no notice of the blonde annoyance across from him, continuing on with their daily debriefing as though blind to the lewd actions of the other vampire. He knew the younger vampire had an oral fixation, but this was taking things to a whole new level. This was just…obscene.

Spike was leaning back in his chair, boots propped on the heavy wood table, crossed at the ankles, and sucking on yet another candy cane pilfered from the seemingly endless supply Harmony kept on her desk. Angel watched his cheeks hollow around the red and white stick and felt his slacks tighten further, the sounds of his slurping pitched too low even for Lorne to hear, but high enough for Angel's vampiric senses to pick up, just loud enough to tantalize the brunette and distract him from anything else going on around him. As Fred droned on, Angel’s eyes drifted from Spike’s lips to his throat, biting back a groan as he watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. Little shit knew exactly what he was doing.

Angel ached to get up and stalk around the long table separating them, wrap his hand around that pale, teasing throat, and squeeze, just a little, just enough to feel that knob of cartilage move beneath his palm as Spike swallowed down his fearful arousal. He remembered precisely how that throat felt, in his hand, around his cock. Remembered just how pretty those lips looked, flushed with borrowed blood and plumped by friction as they worked over his thick shaft. Knew just how wonderful that long, agile tongue felt as it teased around his foreskin and pressed firmly against the thick vein just under the head of his cock, working the nerves as he suckled the tip, drawing him closer and closer to the edge.

Watching Spike’s salacious working of the candy cane, his senses filling with the scent of peppermint, Angel shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his dick now straining painfully against the zipper of his trousers, aching to replace that phallic-shaped clump of sugar obscenely sliding in and out of Spike’s pursed lips.

Wesley was talking now, though what about, Angel couldn't say what about if his unlife had depended on it. He was too lost in his thoughts. The conference room faded away and transformed into his office, the others dissipating until it was just him and Spike. Spike was now sitting in one of the large leather chairs, and he was perched on the end of his desk, still laser-focused on the blonde licking lasciviously at the candy cane. 

Angel felt his chest rumble with a low growl and Spike's attention snapped to him, his lips a perfect o around the sugary treat. He watched as those oh-so-blue eyes raked over him and darkened, arousal thickening the air between them.

Spike pulled slowly off the candy cane, setting the sticky confection down on the small table between the chairs, and slid seductively from his chair to the carpet, crawling across the scant space to where Angel sat on his hands and knees. As Spike knelt up, Angel let his legs fall open, groaning softly at the heat in the blonde’s eyes as he stared up at him, seeking permission as his hands stroked slowly up his legs, fingers trailing over his knees up to his inner thighs.

Angel growled again, the sound deeper, more of a sultry, inviting purr than a warning, and Spike took it for the approval it was, his hands sliding the rest of the way up his thighs to paw over the bulge straining the expensive fabric of Angel’s slacks. Looking coyly up at him for a beat, Spike batted his thick, dark lashes and deftly worked the front of his pants open, slipping his hand in and easing Angel’s hard cock out from under his silk boxers.

Spike wasted no time in preliminaries, his head bending down to engulf the thick length within his mouth, his lips sliding slowly down the shaft until his nose brushed against the curly, coarse hairs surrounding its base. Angel let out a grunt of pleasure as he felt the tip of his cock lodging within the tight grip of Spike's throat.

"Jesus, boy, missed this sweet mouth", Angel groaned as Spike pulled back, cheeks hollowing from the suction around his shaft. 

Standing up from his perch on the sturdy desk, Angel cupped Spike’s face with one hand as he pushed back in, his thumb stroking over the prominent cheekbone before slipping down to caress his neck. Spike's eyes fluttered shut as Angel thrust his cock down his throat, a needy moan vibrating through the thick shaft. 

Squeezing his hand slightly, he let out a groan as he felt the pressure tighten around his throbbing cock, Spike swallowing reflexively against the external pressure of his hand. 

"Fuck, Will, love your the way your mouth feels." Angel began pumping his hips, thrusting his aching cock slowly in and out of Spike's throat, almost feeling the movement beneath his palm. Should've done this ages ago, Childe, always was the only way I could ever get you to shut up; stuffing it full of a good, hard cock. So fucking pretty on your knees for me, boy."

Feeling a slick spurt of pre-cum slide tastelessly down his throat, Spike whimpered around the monolithic length stretching his mouth wide, his eyes flicking open to watch the look of ecstasy ripple across the older vampire's face. 

Locking gazes with the blonde, Angel groaned at the sight of his boy wrapped around him, lips stretched thin, cheeks alternately bulging and hollowing as he slid in and out, eyes just beginning to water from the strain of deep-throating his Sire's impressive girth. Angel blinked, and his hair was ungelled, framing his face in soft, short curls, adding to the sinful image of a debauched angel as Angel worked himself towards climax.

"Shit, so pretty, my sweet William. Gonna make me cum, boy, feels too good to last."

Angel's thrusts gained speed as he felt himself teetering on the edge, the tighten-release, tighten-release around his cock too much to keep his orgasm under control. His eyes slid away from the devilishly cherubic face, down to Spike's own bulging crotch where a telltale spot of dampness was beginning to spread and his body shuddered, pushed past its limits. His free hand slid from where it was gripping the edge of his desk tightly to thread into the loose curls, tugging the blonde hair as he held Spike’s head in place, thrusting deeply into the younger vampire’s throat one last time. 

Angel bolted upright in his seat with a bitten back shout as the fantasy shattered around him, his stomach clenching as a sticky warmth spread across his groin, spurts of tepid seed flooding his boxers and seeping through to stain his slacks. Letting out a restrained groan, he looked up to find the rest of his team staring back at him, perturbed by his sudden interruption.

"Stomach ache", Angel grit out, the only lie that came to mind as he reeled from the intense release. "Think the otter's gone bad."

The faces of the humans of his crew immediately switched from mild annoyance at the disruption to concern for their friend and leader, but Lorne cocked an eyebrow as the telling scent of Angel's spend drifted through the air, his green hue darkening in what Angel could only assume was a blush. Spike stared neutrally at him, though his eyes began to slowly darken as his nostrils flared.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay, Angel", Fred asked with a worried cadence to her voice as he tried to wave the others off. "You're not gonna get, like, vampiric food poisoning, are ya?"

"I'll be fine, Fred. I just need to let it pass, maybe drink some fresh blood to help it cycle through. Don't worry about me, okay?"

Wesley, Fred, and Gunn were shooed out of the room after a few more grumbled assurances, and Lorne followed silently behind, a knowing twinkle in his eye as he turned back to pull the door shut behind him. And still Spike sat across from him, eyes glued to him, the small remnant of his candy cane now resting on its wrapper on the table. Angel felt like banging his head on said table. 

"Bad blood, huh?" Spike smirked and stood from his chair, making a big show of inhaling an unnecessary breath. "Smells like something quite different than the effects of spoilt otter, Peaches."

"Just go away, Spike."

"Think not, pet, not till I wheedle outta you just what you were daydreaming about that put you in such a sorry state." He walked around the table to where Angel sat hunched in his seat, leaning over to take a peek at his lap. "Musta been pretty yummy to have a monk like you spillin' in his pants like a schoolboy. C'mon, Liam, share with the class."

Angel growled and shoved away from the conference table, rising from his seat and pushing past the blonde. As he reached the door that connected to his office, he paused, not turning to look back as he spoke.

"If you're really that interested in what goes on in my head, I'll be up in the penthouse in ten minutes." He turned the knob, pulled open the door, and stepped through. "And bring some more of those candy canes."

A shit-eating grin spread on Spike's face as he watched Angel cross over to his desk and pick up the phone.

"Worked like a charm."

He left the office and crossed the lobby to Harmony's desk, raiding her holiday candy stash and stuffing handfuls of candy canes into his pockets. By the end of the year, he'd have Angel getting hard at the faintest whiff of peppermint. 

~~~~~

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Bloody Christmas Shopping

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: T

Pairing: implied Spangel, Spike & Fred

Characters: Spike, Fred

Word Count: 473

Warnings: fluff, gen fic, xmas fic, Spike pov

Summary: Spike's done stuck his foot in it again.

A/N: just a short piece written for the @mfbingo xmas edition for the prompt 'Christmas Shopping'.

Spike took one foot into the crowded mall and stopped, heedless of the other shoppers trying to push past him.

“Bloody hell! This place is insane, can’t I just get everyone gift cards or summat? Oh, or plain ol’ cash! Everyone loves cash, right? Then no one has to worry ‘bout bloody return policies.”

Fred whirled around to face him, a stern glare on her face that would’ve given Willow a run for her money. She grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the way of the automatic doors and the crowd of harried consumers walking in and out.

“No, Spike”, she hissed, “you said you wanted to do Christmas right this year, right? So, that means getting real, actual gifts, with meaning behind them. No gift cards, no cheap box of candy from the discount rack. Something the receiver of the gift will actually like.”

“Me an’ my big mouth. Why’d I let you drag me down here? Had my fill of hell dimensions, don’t need a tour through the capitalist hell too.”

“Well, tough. It's not my fault you waited until a week before Christmas to start your shopping, Spike. Otherwise, you probably could've found most of the gifts online.” Spike perked up at that but Fred shook her head vehemently just as he opened his mouth. "Too late for that now, buster. None of it would arrive in time unless you paid the hefty fee for Express Delivery, and, no, you can't use Angel's company card for it, 'cause then he'd know what you got him ahead of time, and we'd all have to put up with him griping about the charges."

Spike snapped his mouth shut and pouted, but let Fred drag him towards the first of many shops that lined the sides of the large building. The things he got himself into. He'd only even told the girl all that tripe about wanting a proper Christmas so as to have an excuse on hand if questioned about why he had gotten Angel a gift. Then the brainy bint had started asking what he'd gotten everyone, and saw right through his hemming and hawing, and wheedled a confession outta him that he was woefully behind on his gift list. Now, here he was, being dragged through a human-infested nightmare, mentally bemoaning the soon-to-be empty state of his wallet while his senses were filled by warring scents and sounds.

"Come on, Spike, we'll get the first couple people crossed off your list, then I'll treat you to a hot chocolate at the food court, okay?"

"With those mini marshmallows in it?"

"Sure. Extra even."

"Yeah, alright."

Spike sighed and let the twig of a chit drag him into the brightly light and gaudily decorated store. All this just to let his Sire know he still cared. Damn bloody soul.

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Best Laid Plans: Christmas in the Cascades (A Secret-verse future!fic)

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel (Will/Liam)

Word Count: 2908

Warnings: PWP, human au, fluff, smut, rimming, brief fingering, anal, topping from the bottom, est. d/s, sub!Angel, bottom!Angel, pain kink, nipple kink, praise kink, nipple play, degradation kink, fluff, blow job, deep thrroating, throat fucking, come swallowing, masturbation, coming on command, come feeding, switch!Spike, future fic

Summary: Will and Liam's Christmas vacation does not start the way they planned.

A/N: written for @mfbingo Christmas edition for the square "I can keep you warm".

This was not the White Christmas in the Cascade Mountain Range William had been planning for the last three weeks. He'd planned for a week of fun and relaxation, driving the twenty minutes into town for a dinner or two…that he made reservations for…ice skating, and shopping at quaint little shops in the artsy district, you know, all the silly little touristy stuff couples do on vacation. Now, they were stuck having to waylay all their plans and start from scratch. If the snow ever lightened up. 

"Bloody hell! Stupid sodding weathermen not doin' their bloody job right. Supposed to just be a light snowfall, not a bloody blizzard!" 

William and Liam hurried down the driveway into the cabin, Liam stomping his feet at the door to knock the snow off his boots before heading inside. He cast a wry smirk at Will as the blonde tossed his suitcase on the couch and kicked his boots off, careless of the puddle that would form from the melting snow. 

"Will, it's fine, really."

"'S not fine, it's bloody freezing. And we're trapped out here now till the roads open back up. We were supposed to get here four hours ago so we could head into town for supplies after unpackin'. Now the shops are bloody closed until the day after tomorrow."

"We've got enough food in the truck for the next couple days, and the manager already said they stocked up on the standard stuff. We'll make do, okay?" Liam snagged William's hand as he trudged by and pulled him into an embrace, wrapping his arms around the slim waist and nuzzled into his neck. Feeling Will shudder lightly, he trailed his nose up along his throat, his voice lowering as he whispered into his ear. "And as for the temperature, I'm pretty sure I can keep you warm."

William let out a low groan, and pulled away, his eyes darkening with lust as they traveled over Liam's body.

"I'm going to get a fire going, an' I want you naked, laid out on that faux-bearskin rug, by the time I'm done, understood, Angel?"

Liam's eyes flashed with hunger as his hands began quickly working at his jacket zipper. 

"Yes, Spike."

Another groan and Will shed his coat as he crossed the cabin to the fireplace, thankful that the manager of the rental company had seen to it that plenty of wood was chopped and ready, a large pile of it set beside the stone hearth. He set up a good source of fuel for the flames and managed to get the fire going strong after a minute of fiddling with the kindling. 

Unbuttoning his shirt, he turned back to Liam and stopped, his cock hardening instantly at the sight. Liam was stretched out on the rug as instructed, on his stomach, the firelight flickering mesmerizingly over his smooth, tan skin, his firm buttocks dimpling as the brunette flexed teasingly. 

"Christ, you're a sight, luv." William walked around Liam and stood at his feet. “Show me.”

Liam quickly pulled his knees under him, his ass raising up, legs spreading as wide as he could manage as he presented himself to Will’s heated gaze. His hands slid back to spread his buttcheeks apart, revealing the jeweled plug stretching him open. His cock, which had finally softened after the first hour of the long drive up to the cabin from the airport, was hard as stone again, and leaking steadily under William's watchful eye, the tip brushing tantalizingly against the soft nap of the rug. He almost wished he'd agreed to the matching cock ring this morning when Will had presented him with the erotic addition to their trip up here, he could've used the extra security against cumming without permission.

“God, I love your arse, Angel. Look so bloody hot, all filled up with your pretty, new toy. You know how hard I was most of the way here,” Will growled at the pretty picture his lover made, and dropped to his knees behind him, his hands, warmed already by the fire, grazing lightly over the round globes of his ass and down along his inner thighs, his cock throbbing against his zipper at the low moans his touches garnered. Stroking his fingers upwards, he traced a fingertip around the furled skin of Liam's stretched rim, groaning as he watched the puckered muscle clench and relax around the plug. Nearly two years and he still hadn't tired of this sight. “Knowing you were all slicked up, your lovely hole stretched open around the plug, just waitin’ for a cock to replace it. Should’ve taken you in the plane’s bathroom, introduced you to the Mile High Club. Was even worse in the car, pet. Wanted to pull over a dozen times and just fuck you over the hood of the car.”

Replacing Liam's hands with his own, he held his cheeks spread open and dipped his head down to mouth over the filled hole. Liam let out a soft cry of pleasure, struggling to keep still as William lapped his tongue around the ring of muscle, glad he’d had the foresight to use one of the flavored lubes when he’d inserted the plug for the brunette before they’d left for their flight. 

“Love this bloody arse”, Will repeated himself, the words muffled against Liam’s skin as he licked away the taste of strawberries and cream, his teeth just grazing over the sensitive flesh, pulling fresh moans and whimpers from the younger man. Pulling away slightly, he slid his fingers between butt plug and flesh, circling around the steel base that flared out and tugging it halfway out, watching the skin stretch around the width of the plug. “Christ, pet, could eat you out for hours, make you cum, over an’ over, from just my tongue up this sweet li’l hole. ‘S not what you really want, though, is it, luv? Need my cock, don’t ya, Angel, fillin’ you, stretching you wide, thrustin’ into you the way this li’l toy never could.” 

“Oh, God, Spike…please…fuck me. Need to feel you, Master.”

“Don’t worry, pet, not gonna leave you wanting, need it myself too much to make you wait.” William pulled the plug out completely and quickly eased two fingers into the gaping hole, stretching Liam briefly. They could take it slow later, and anyway, he knew the brunette got off on a bit of pain, which was just fine with him. A fast, hard, fuck was just the outlet he needed after hours of willing away a nearly constant hard-on and the more recent stress of having their plans delayed by Mother Nature’s whims. He let out a groan as Liam pushed back on his fingers and gave his ass a firm smack with his other hand for his impatience as he pulled his fingers out of the slick hole. “Behave, Angel. Now, kneel up, pet. Want you to ride me.”

Liam did as ordered, the sting of the slap on his butt pulsing slightly as he sat back on his heels. He watched hungrily as Will stood up and finished undressing, moaning with need as his long, pale cock was revealed as he stepped out of his jeans, head fully exposed from the foreskin and leaking pre-cum as it curved up towards his stomach. Will smirked and retrieved a small bottle lube from his pocket before laying down beside Liam, not even bothering to order him to give him head; he was close enough to climaxing as it was. 

“C’mon, luv, wanna see you fuck yourself on my cock.” Liam quickly straddled Will’s waist, taking the proffered lube and reaching behind him to slick up the blonde's cock. Will grunted and thrust up into Liam's fist as he stroked the hard length, his head falling back against the rug as frissions of pleasure shot up his spine. "Enough, Angel, take me in."

Lifting up on his knees, Liam positioned himself over the tip of Will's cock, one hand holding it steady, his other sliding down his thighs to cup his balls, lifting them enough for William to watch his cock disappearing inside the brunette. He bore down on the blunt head pushing against his opening, hissing out at the slight burn of pain as William's cock stretched him further. 

"Jesus bloody Christ," Will fought the urge to thrust further into the tight heat surrounding his cock as Liam worked himself down the long shaft, his hands moving back to brace against Will's thighs as he took him in completely. "Fuck, tha's it, pet, so bloody good. Such a good boy, Angel, taking me so fucking deep."

Liam moaned at the soft praise and raised his hips, letting Will's cock slip almost completely out before slamming back down, his own thick cock bouncing against his stomach. 

"Christ! Oh, what a good li'l slut you are, pet." 

William reached up, one hand caressing Liam's flexing thigh, the other sliding up his chest as he began a quick but steady pace, angling his downward thrusts to ensure minimal contact with his prostate. As Will's fingers tugged at his nipples, he let his head fall back against his shoulders, letting out a loud moan of desire when the blonde pinched the hardened nubs painfully. 

"Yeah, such a sweet little pain slut, aren't you, luv? God, you're bloody perfect, Angel, ridin’ my dick so fuckin’ good.”

The warmth of the fire had already begun to affect the brunette, a light sheen of sweat coating the bronzed skin. William licked his lips and surged up, his knees bending to brace the larger man's back as he leaned in and licked a line of sweat from Liam's torso. 

"Jesus!" Liam yelped as the change in position rammed Will's cock against his prostate on the next thrust, a thick spurt of pre-cum dripping down his aching cock at the added sensation. As William mouthed over his skin, he quickened his pace, desperate to bring the smaller man off before he lost control of his own imminent orgasm. "Oh, God, Master…shit, feels so good, love how your cock feels inside me, Spike. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can...ahh."

Will growled and slid his hand up Liam's body, wrapping around his neck to pull him up into a deep, thorough kiss. His tongue slid easily into Liam's gasping mouth, tangling briefly with the brunette's before pulling back to bite at his bottom lip. He could feel himself teetering on the brink already; the tight, clenching heat of Liam's ass, the debauched look of the younger man's face as he rode him and fought off his own release, the beautiful, pleading, sounds of his need, all coalescing to drive him to the edge.

"Shite, Angel, love you so bloody much”, Will rasped against Liam’s mouth, pumping his hips up as Liam bore down, arms wrapping around each other’s backs. Crushing the brunette to him, he could feel Liam’s cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum against his stomach as they rode on and into each other. “Fuck, gonna cum, luv. Fill this sweet, tight arse up, the way you milk my cock so fucking perfect. Oh, yeah, fuck…Liam!”

Will buried his face in Liam’s neck, holding him still in his embrace while he rode out his orgasm, thrusting up into the clenching tightness as his cock pulsed out spurt after spurt of thick, ropey cum. Liam twitched his hips as best he could in Will’s clutching grasp, desperate for his own release as he felt William filling him up. He’d registered the use of his real name but was unsure if they were still in play and didn’t want to risk the punishment, not when he was this close. 

“Spike, Master, please…need to cum.”

The realization that Liam had succeeded in withholding his own climax, without even being ordered, sent a fresh thrill of arousal down William’s spine. Releasing his tight grip on the larger man, he eased Liam off his cock and rose to his knees. Liam groaned at the loss, the sound quickly followed by a louder moan as Will reinserted the butt plug.

“Stand up, luv.” As Liam rose shakily onto his feet in front of him, William looked over at the cuckoo clock above the fireplace, smirking up at the brunette. “Happy Christmas, Liam.”

Before Liam could respond, Will leaned forward and took his entire aching length into his mouth, lips sliding down the leaking cock to the root. 

"Will", Liam yelped as the blonde swallowed around his shaft, the head of his cock nestled in the opening of his throat. He looked down at William, groaning at the sight of his darkened blue eyes staring hungrily back up at him, his spent cock already beginning to reharden. Carding his fingers through Will's peroxided curls, he pulled his head back slightly to thrust his cock along his tongue. "God, baby, I love your fucking mouth. Look so fucking pretty on your knees like this, Will, sucking my dick like a goddamn pro. Want me to fuck your mouth, huh, baby? Wanna feel my cock bruising that sweet little throat?"

William moaned his approval around the girth filling his mouth, his hands coming to rest on his own thighs as he relaxed his jaw. 

Liam groaned at the seldom seen submission in William's features, the heavy-lidded gaze causing another spurt of pre-cum to bubble from his throbbing cock. Tightening his grip on Will's hair slightly, he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock back into the tight, wet warmth of his lover's throat, starting a fast pace, knowing he wouldn't last more than a minute or two after holding back for so long. 

Will swallowed and suckled around the thrusting length, letting the brunette use him in a way he rarely felt the longing for. He let go of his control and just let his body take over, the feeling of the thick, hard, cock brutally pummeling his throat making his dick ache for a second release. Thoughtlessly, his hand drifted towards his cock, fingers scratching through the sparse nest of curls as he teased himself.

Liam growled at the sight of the blonde’s mindless self-ministrations, the sudden, unexpected need etched on Will’s face driving him closer to the edge. It was far from the first time in the past two years that Liam had been allowed to take the lead, but William didn’t often give over the control so easily and completely. The knowledge that, if he wanted, he could order Will to drop his hand away from his groin and he would do so with merely a disappointed whimper, meant more to him than he could express; for someone so wholly dominant to submit to his this way showed just how much trust there was between them. 

"Fuck, yeah, baby, touch yourself. Jesus, look how hard you are again. All that just from me using your sweet mouth like this?” Liam watched William fist his cock as he thrust his own down his throat. “That’s it, Will, God, yeah, wanna see you blow just from the taste of my dick. Shit, baby, such a good little cocksucker, gonna fucking cum, cum for me, Will. Oh, fuck!"

Liam held Will's head in place as he thrust deeply one last time, his cock pulsing thick spurts of cum down the swallowing throat. Over the roar of his orgasm sounding in his ears, he could just make out the wet squelching of William's hand speeding over his own shaft, the garbled keen and sticky splash of the blonde's release on his calf barely registering as he fought to stay upright through the intense climax. 

William swallowed down the final bursts of cum and lapped away every drop from the softening length before pulling away, tugging the panting brunette down to the floor.

"Bloody fucking hell, that was hot", Will husked, his voice the only sign of the rough treatment Liam had wrought upon his throat.

He swiped his fingers through the glob of cum on Liam's calf and fed them to him, watching him lick them clean before stretching out beside the larger man and capturing his lips in a dirty kiss, mingling the tastes of each other together until they needed to break apart for air.

"Merry Christmas, Will," Liam huffed a laugh against Will's lips, pulling him into the circle of his arms. Reaching behind him, he tugged the large throw blanket from the nearby couch and maneuvered it over the both of them, the warmth of the roaring fire and his long overdue release leaving him sated and sleepy as Will snuggled into him. "I love you, William Pratt."

"And I love you, Liam Devlin. You do know there's a perfectly good bed in the other room, luv?"

"Mm-hmm, don't care. Comfy here, here good."

"Caveman say 'ugh'", Will chuckled in Liam's ear, returning his embrace. Liam merely growled softly and nuzzled into the curve of Will's neck. William sighed, casting his mind to the surprise he'd paid extra for management to set up in the bedroom and shook his head. At least he had the morning to look forward to, then; if the surprise went as hoped, they might not even step foot out of the cabin for another day. "Fine then, Mr. Sleepyhead, but if I get a cramp, you're giving me a massage."

"Mmm, happy ending costs extra, though."

"Oi!"

~~~~~

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Working on the "I can keep you warm" prompt for mf bingo xmas edition...set in the future of my Secret-verse.

"Bloody hell! Stupid sodding weathermen not doin' their bloody job right. Supposed to just be a light snowfall, not a bloody blizzard!"

William and Liam hurried down the driveway into the cabin, Liam stomping his feet at the door to knock the snow off his boots before heading inside. He cast a wry smirk at Will as the blonde tossed his suitcase on the couch and kicked his boots off, careless of the puddle that would form from the melting snow.

"Will, it's fine, really."

"'S not fine, it's bloody freezing. And we're stuck out here now till the roads open back up. We were supposed to head into town for supplies after unpackin'."

"We've got enough food in the truck for the next couple days, and the manager already said they stocked up on the standard stuff. We'll make do, okay?" Liam snagged William's hand as he trudged by and pulled him into an embrace, wrapping his arms around the slim waist and nuzzled into his neck. Feeling Will shudder lightly, he trailed his nose up along his throat, his voice lowering as he whispered into his ear. "And as for the temperature, I'm pretty sure I can keep you warm."

William let out a low groan, and pulled away, his eyes darkening with lust as they traveled over Liam's body.

"I'm going to get a fire going, an' I want you naked, laid out on that faux-bearskin rug, by the time I'm done, understood, Angel?"

Liam's eyes flashed with hunger as his hands began quickly working at his jacket zipper.

"Yes, Spike."

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