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William’s hands were warm. They’d always been warm. Whenever he’d pat his shoulder as they worked side by side, or when he shook his hand and smiled at his wedding, or when he brushed his fingers with his own and told him he’d make a great dad. All it took to make Henry melt was that one, perfect, rough hand.
And now that stupid hand was brushing his inner thigh, and his nose was pressed to his collar bone, and his breath was making his cheeks red as every one of his senses ignited.
Charlotte was in the other room. She was with Vanessa. They shouldn’t be doing this. Damn it, they should be working. They should be creating these damn animatronics because the damn restaurant they’d been planning for months was going to be opening in 3 weeks and the mascot himself Freddy Fazbear still didn’t have a damn endoskeleton.
He opened his mouth to protest. To laugh at William’s strange behavior of his back to Henry’s, his hand cupping his cock, and his mouth–that fucking mouth–against Henry’s neck. His chest heaved, and Williams spoke before he could, “You’ve been stressed recently, Henry. Don’t act like we both haven’t noticed,” his voice was gravely and had an air of gentleness that Henry wasn’t used to from William, “Is it the kids? The animatronics? I can’t tell,” his partner was a genius, yes, and most certainly an amazing man, but caring about anyone but himself wasn’t his style. And Henry knew he wasn’t going to start now.
No, he wanted something out of Henry. Needed him for something. This was his way of buttering him up, of getting those walls Henry had built over their years of partnership to fall so that William could take what he wanted and leave Henry for the wolves. Because William wasn’t kind in that way. Even his compliments had a means to an end. He wanted something Henry had.
And damn it, Henry was going to give it to him. Because he was that easy.
“I’ve been fine, Will,” he chuckled, moving his head away from William’s eager mouth, before he was turned back towards him with his free hand, “Really. Everything has been going great. And your designs have been absolutely incredible,” he attempted a smile, a sincere one that would get William off his back, literally and figuratively. Instead, he pushed against him harder and- oh God.
William’s erection pressed against the tightness of Henry’s cargo pants, the pencil that lay in his hair falling to the floor with a soft clatter, before William kicked it under the desk and pulled Henry closer by his waist, “Shh, don’t let the girls hear,” he muttered into Henry’s ear as his fingers that lay on his waist a moment ago fell to his fly, slowly grabbing hold of the zipper and yanking it down. Henry’s face flushed as he struggled for a moment in William’s grasp, squirming under his weight, but he couldn’t help but halt himself as William’s lips pressed hard against the skin of his neck, his hand pulling away at his belt and giving his large, callused hand a chance to slide inside of his boxers, bringing the heat of his sweaty palms to Henry’s cock which had begun to harden.
“Will,” Henry shuddered, his fingers digging into his palms before William used his chest to push him down onto the work table, his cheek landing on the blueprints they’d been working on over the past few months, his fingers curling around a nearby pencil, his eyes shutting tightly, “Fucking hell,” he sneered to hold back a groan building in his throat, attempting to keep himself quiet. The door was open, damn it. Their kids, his wife, were right there. So close by. They were being so stupid, so impulsive and careless.
William smirked and released Henry’s cock from his large, needy hands, grabbing the ends of his pants and yanking them to his ankles along with his boxers, groping the curve of his ass, running his thumb along it as Henry grit his teeth, “Stay quiet, Emily. I know it’s sometimes hard for you, but keep your mouth shut.”
“You’re one to talk,” Henry said through gritted teeth before his mouth fell open from the feeling of William’s still clothed cock pressing back to his now naked ass, as if to tease him, before a hot finger pressing to his hole, “Fuck,” he struggled against the table, hearing William’s fly become undone before the sound of him spitting into his palm filled the air, “William, I swear to God, the kids-” Henry’s voice was swallowed by a moan he wished he could’ve hid as William’s thumb pressed into his ass. His partner’s hand gripped his mouth shut, pointer finger crawling into his mouth, resting on Henry’s tongue. His cheeks grew bright, his eyes shut tight, and he closed his lips around William’s fingers, his lungs expanding with a heavy breath. His whole face was hot, all the way up to his years, and he sucked. Hard. He bit into William’s finger as he pressed it to the roof of his mouth. He nearly choked.
“There you go, not so hard to keep it shut, is it?” William smiled as Henry hummed, tongue circling William’s finger. He inhaled and pressed a kiss to Henry’s cheek before allowing his free hand to twist inside his partner, who hummed into his finger as he did so, “Tight little shit,” he grumbled into Henry’s ear before pressing another finger into him, breath hot on his skin, “Spent your whole career driving me insane, all I needed to do was shove my hand inside you,” his voice was husky and low, Henry’s grunts being kept in check by William’s fingers pressed inside his mouth, his fingers pumping Henry as his hips began to find a rhythm with William’s thrusts, before he pulled out of him as if it was nothing, “Could’ve saved me so much time.”
He finally brought his cock out of his pants and damn it, Henry’s dick was shoved hard against the wooden work table, and all he wanted to do was cum. He attempted to grind against the table but William held him still, refusing to allow him friction. He’d completely derailed himself from his work just from feeling the heat of William near him, and the momentary glance he got of his partner’s penis was going to drive him to madness. William spat on his free hand before pressing his wet saliva to the tip of his cock that had already become coated with precum just from the little bit of touch he’d given to Henry. He leaned in and gripped Henry’s waist with his hand, and all Henry could think to do was moan as his partner pressed himself through his ring of muscle and split him into two, whole body shuddering with the fast, painful entrance.
His eyes were beady and red, tears forming in them as William’s dick pierced its way through areas of Henry’s body he didn’t know he had, in and out and in again until they were moving in tandem with each other, hips slapping into one another, Henry’s knuckles white around the pencil he had been clinging to like it was all he had left, William still pressing his finger into Henry’s mouth and sending him down a spiral of letting his thick saliva coat his fingers as he sucked them needily. He needed this man deeper inside him, needed him to hold onto him like the world was ending and this was all they had. He almost wanted to forget their kids in the other room, almost could, almost did as he felt William’s cock twitch inside of him, harder and harder, sending Henry over the edge with a moan that couldn’t be stifled by William’s fingers, filling the workshop and making his cheeks flush hotter as William pulled away from him, cock still hard. Henry got just a glimpse of it. His mouth watered at the sight, precum leaking onto the floor as he turned away from Henry.
William removed his finger from Henry’s mouth as if it was nothing, the whole warmth of his body pressed against him not entirely lost. Henry sat up with bright red cheeks, his eyes turned towards the cracked open door. He took in a breath, thankful to see no one there. No one heard or saw. At least, he hoped not.
When he looked back, William was redressing, his erection calmer but still visible, but Henry didn’t want to mention it. Didn’t want to pull him back in and tell him to finish the job. He pulled his jeans back up and rebuckled his belt, eyes drifting back towards the blueprint he’d been shoved against, taking in a breath.
“We’re going to be ready for the opening, right?” Henry muttered, his head spinning.
William turned to him for a moment, a gruff noise releasing from his nose, “Yes, Emily. I’ve never let you down, have I?” Henry opened his mouth to answer, but William had left their workshop, opening the door and calling to Vanessa, “We’re heading out, Vanny. Go get Michael,” he looked back at Henry for a moment, eyes lifeless, before shutting the door on his partner.