Chapter Text
You, William Afton, stood before the bedroom side table with a lax stance, your eyes gazing down at a series of records below, trying to decide which one would fit the evening best. Music was easy for you to choose. You had an uncanny ability at setting a mood. As a matter of fact, this ability went beyond just music. Even dinner had been easy to decide. A local restaurant of your choosing earlier had provided the perfect setting to talk and enjoy a social hour or two of being in public. Now that you were home, rain had just started falling outside. The timing was perfect, yet another example of how well you had set up the evening. The weather had chilled just in time to offer a pleasant juxtaposition between the warmth of the room and a cool breeze from the window. It was a cozy atmosphere. Except perhaps for some lit candles, you couldn’t have prepared a more romantic night if you had tried.
A wine glass sat in your hand, its weight light and fragile, the stem perfectly fitting between your fingers to allow for a delicate balancing act in your grasp. Your choice of liquid entertainment had been the color of a deep dark red, a fitting symbol to represent what you had planned soon enough. The color of passion. Though now the wine was almost gone, barely a single sip left to your glass.
“What are you picking?” asked a voice behind you.
The smallest of pulls tugged upward at the corners of your mouth. Impatient, you thought.
“You’ll see,” you replied, your free hand reaching forward to take hold of a single record. Setting the wine glass down on the table, you proceeded to release the disc from its sleeve and began to set it up on the record player before you. Once the disc was smoothly spinning in place, you set the needle on the edge and retrieved your wine glass at the same time. Just as you had decided to take your final sip of the night, the sounds of jazzy trumpets began to fill the room.
“Ah,” came the same voice from before. “Sinatra. A good choice. Classic.”
You set the now empty wine glass down next to the record player before turning around to face your partner.
They were sitting on the bed, hands folded in their lap, watching you with interest, a soft smile on their face. Their expression and mood reflected innocence, but you could see through its falsehood. You knew from personal experience what really laid behind those eyes. But even experience aside, their posture at the moment was just a little too straight to be believed. Their limbs were held frozen in place, as though they would get in trouble if they moved. Anyone with basic observation skills could see the high restraint this person held themselves to. “Innocent” may have been the attempted display of behavior, but you only saw a ridiculously high level of self-control. And it was this awareness that was the most frustrating part for you. If their display of shyness was purposeful, it could have counted as a delightful game of playful teasing. But this behavior was not an act. They truly believed that this was who they were. They had been trained to restrain themselves from an early age, trained to believe that it was better to hold still and not show emotion no matter how badly they wished to express themselves. It affected everything they did, from displaying basic happiness, to enjoying private affairs. And now that they were older, when arguably the straitjacket of social expectations could be taken off at any time, they were still stuck in their ways. Blind to their ability of being wholly themselves whenever they wanted.
One might say they were in a self-imposed series of springlocks.
Lucky for them, you desired to remove them.
“I suppose if it wasn’t a vinyl, we could have had a mixture of artists,” you said, stepping forward. “But I’m rather fond of the way vinyl sounds.”
“I agree,” your partner replied, suddenly pressing their hands into the bed and standing up in time to greet you as though they hadn’t just been sitting frozen stiff. What a strange mixture of conflicting behavior they often displayed. Sometimes they were painfully shy, and sometimes they were bold. Here they had just been sitting as though waiting for permission to move, yet now they were standing in front of you without a single hesitation. Admittedly, the uncertainty of their mood at any given time was fascinating to watch.
Wordlessly, you both put your arms around each other. Your own hands rested against their lower back and theirs sat upon the nape of your neck. You gazed at each other for a moment before leaning your foreheads together, beginning to lightly sway to the music. Sinatra was indeed the perfect choice.
“Did you actually like that mango sorbet?” your partner asked softly.
“Yes,” you replied. “Why?”
“You don’t usually like fruit in your dessert,” they answered.
“Ah, true,” you said. “But sorbet is different. It cuts through the fat depending on what you eat. It was a good choice for eating duck.”
“I see,” they responded. “That does make sense.”
You both fell silent again, your bodies turning slowly in a circle. The pitter patter of rain trickled outside the window off of the roof. The smell of grass and earth floated in, offering yet another layer of comfort to the evening.
“So…” you began, your hands pulling your lover in slightly closer. “For the rest of the night… What were you thinking?”
“Hmm…” they murmured in a teasing tone of voice. “I was looking forward to hearing what you might come up with.”
“No,” you said. “I chose the restaurant and the music. I’d like to hear what you come up with for the rest of the night.”
Their head immediately lowered. You assumed, based on your previous thoughts, that they were being shy. But you supposed it was always possible that they were disappointed instead. In silence, you waited to see which theory was correct.
“Well, I…”
Shyness.
“I… may have been imagining… you on top from behind again…”
“Oh, were you?” you teased with a grin, squeezing your lover suddenly. They dropped their head even more, perhaps out of hiding a blush. Their body seemed to freeze, that same reaction as always. When would they feel comfortable expressing their wants without shame?
At least they seemed to be joyful in the end about it.
Moving your hands sideways, you forced your partner to release their hands from behind your head and you turned them around so that you could pull them into you backwards. Encircling them in your arms once more, you tucked your head into their neck and kissed the skin there sweetly. It was an easy move to make their heart melt, you had done it so many times before and never had it failed. Sure enough, your partner was already leaning their head back against your shoulder, their hands reaching to cover yours and grip against your fingers.
And now you could raise the mood even more.
Lifting your head up, you leaned your upper body sideways and buried your face into their hair. Your hands squeezed theirs tightly at the same time as planting a strong kiss against their head. You pressed deeply, forcing them to bend in parallel with your body. You could feel them soften like putty in your hands. And just when you could feel the highest point of intimacy shared from your simple act, you whispered with purposeful intent:
“My dove…”
Their shoulders raised and a breathy expulsion of air floated out of them. You grinned gleefully at their reaction, making sure to keep your head held fast against the side of theirs as you bent your spine even further to push the already heightened emotion. Like a puppet on a string, they moved with you, their energy aligned with your own. When their fingers gripped harder against yours, you knew to release the pose and pull them back to a straight up position. From feeling alone, you could tell what to do to maximize your hold on them.
Well. And to make them feel good, of course.
“You’ve stolen all the nicknames I like to use in these kinds of situations,” your partner said out of the blue, pulling you back to reality. Your thoughts began to recall all the pet names you had used before on previous occasions.
“Did I?” you asked.
“Yes,” they confirmed. “I’ve been trying to find a good one ever since. The right one for you. I do think I came up with one finally, though.”
“What is it, then?”
“Lapin.”
You paused, thinking.
“…Rabbit?” you asked.
“Yes.”
Another pause. French, you thought. I see.
Ceasing an opportunity, you changed your hand positions so that yours could be on top of theirs and then proceeded to pull them backwards suddenly into your own stomach and groin. “Je t’aime,” you said at the same time in a slow lowered voice into their ear.
As expected, a shiver ran through your partner. This time, you laughed.
“If it’s going to be this easy to thrill you, perhaps I should switch to a less romantic language,” you said. “German, maybe? Imagine me trying to seduce you with the language of engineers.”
Your lover snorted. “You’re joking,” they said, trying their best to wiggle their fingers into yours from underneath in order to weave them together. “But in all honestly, I think you could seduce me in any language. I’m rather fond of you regardless of what language you speak.”
“Or what I look like, apparently.”
“True,” they replied. “You have many forms and I enjoy them all.”
You smirked, resisting the temptation to say that they would of course enjoy you in any form, you were perfect, after all. Instead, you chose a more playful approach. “If that’s the case, then I look forward to a future chapter featuring a more realistic interpretation of a love affair between you and some vague idea of flesh strings attached to a paralyzed head.”
Your partner let out an annoyed chuckle. You knew that would get to them. You grinned as you felt them begin to twist away from your hands, no doubt to argue against what you had just said directly to your face. Knowing you had limited time before they would fully turn around, you quickly tried to add more salt to the teasing wound: “It will be interesting to see how you get around the inability to be penetrated by such a—”
“Shhh!” your lover hissed through a laugh, pressing their hand against your mouth to shut you up. You grinned against their fingers, kissing against them a single time as you listened to their rebuttal. “You know, technically, with a face pierced by metal and a few missing organs, you wouldn’t be able to talk either.”
“Well, then, aren’t we lucky that I’m fully human for this chapter, hm?” you said through their hand. “Wouldn’t want to miss out on my being able to whisper sweet romantic words into your ear that will make your skin crawl.”
You watched them purse their lips, failing to hold back a smile. Try as they might, they couldn’t deny anything. You were right about what they liked. You were always right.
“Now, where were we?” you asked. Your partner hesitated, staring at you with an air of trying to detect something, but then they lowered their hand from your lips.
The voice of Sinatra crooned gently into the air as you both fell upon the bed. Rain, jazz, and soft sheets combined together to provide a welcoming foundation for your start of intimacy. It started slow, the first few minutes filled with nothing but shared kisses, roaming hands, and the softest of tugs against clothing. But soon the urge to escalate the feeling was felt in both. The next logical move was to start removing any barriers between you, which in this case translated into your own hands slowly pulling down their pants and underwear while they themselves began to unbutton your shirt. The actions were not done in haste, however, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Both of you had decided to keep your mouths connected as you undressed the other, although this did involve some rather creative ways of twisting and turning. In the end, all that was left was your tie, your boxers, and their shirt.
The next thing to occur surprised you. You had just reestablished your position above your lover, your legs on either side of theirs, your hands propping yourself up on the bed. Their hands were busy playing with the knot of your tie, their eyes watching you as you calculated your next move. At that moment, you had been eyeing the bottom edge of their shirt. However, just as you had leaned back in order to reach for it, your lover took advantage of your open stance and shot forward like a snake to bite your tie, right at the collar bone. Startled, you were not. But impressed? Very. This was a perfect example of what you had been thinking about before regarding that strange spark of hidden mystery behind their eyes. These sudden overtaking bursts of control only came out in small doses, usually whenever they were overwhelmed by a sudden passionate desire for you, but it was worth seeing every time. You could only imagine what kind of dormant power could be unleashed if your partner truly let go of those locks. If you continued to pick at it, would they open entirely? What kind of person would you unleash if you were successful? Your curiosity to see such an event remained in the back of your mind as you returned to observing your lover’s behavior.
Your tie began to slip off your neck as they pulled their head backward, their teeth gripped tightly onto the slippery accessory. You watched them met your eye with a strange expression. Their stare was intense, presenting both a loving intent as well as a threat.
Admittedly, it was a turn on.
A crawling shiver ran across your shoulders and upper arms. A grin escaped your momentary paralyzation as your lover removed the tie completely and raised a single hand to toss it off of the bed without care.
And then your mouths were connected again, but this time more fiercely. Your lips moved frantically, trying to take in every inch of each other. Between tongue swipes and diagonal placements of deep-pressed pressure, it didn’t take long for your lover to start mewling little sounds of joy. The sounds were satisfactory to hear, knowing that even the tiniest of your touches could bring about such a reaction.
Feeling compelled by your lover’s expressions of delight, you tore away from their mouth and began to hastily encourage them to turn over. They obeyed quietly and quickly, their head turning to the side to rest against one of the pillows as they waited for you.
You trapped them immediately, dropping your chest to their back and shoving your right hand under their stomach. They shifted their own hands in response, clasping into your fingers and holding them tight underneath them. Meanwhile, your left hand explored downwards and back until it met that same sweet spot you had discovered ages ago. By now, you had learned what position your fingers should be in to bring the utmost amount of pleasure to your lover, and furthermore, what movements to use as well. Being pressed against them horizontally like this felt like an additional treat, however, for you. They were unable to move thanks to the natural existence of gravity from your body. You could feel their form sink into the bed from your weight upon them. Had your right hand not been preoccupied by their own, you might have explored the feeling more by pressing it flat into their back. But that was not needed for now. What was needed was your attention for them, and likewise your own enjoyment in partaking in the current gesture of love.
Speaking of, how curious. It didn’t usually take this long to get them to—
“Oh, Will…”
Ha. There it was. You continued to move your fingers in a circled motion, consistent in rhythm and speed. When your name was repeated a second time, you grinned and kissed the top of your lover’s shoulder blade. You were so good at this; it was almost laughable. But you loved it regardless. It was still rewarding to see your greatness proven every time.
When your partner began to squirm, their head constantly switching between facing left and right and their legs starting to desperately curl into yours, that was when you knew they were ready. One hand against their stomach was already starting to float away from yours, a sign that they were almost at the point of begging for it.
You pulled both hands away and leaned back, taking the time to remove your final layer of clothing before quickly returning to your lover. While you had done so, they had taken the time to raise their hands to their face, covering it in what you assumed was overwhelm. They were breathing somewhat heavily, a rather flattering sign given that you had barely done anything yet.
But that was about to change. Using your own hand to ready yourself, you took the time as you did so to eye your lover’s backside. That subtly curved mass of flesh, its naked appearance known only to you. Your gaze drank it in, feeling empowered by the idea that this person before you was displaying a part of themselves that only you would get to see, to touch, to do as you pleased with.
Lost in your own thoughts, you were only snapped out of it once your lover attempted to tuck their knees up slightly. The obvious display of desperation made you smile. But would you deliver sweet relief? That was the question.
You decided to move slowly instead of acquiescing their silent request right away. Their face was hidden by pillows, so they’d never have any idea that you had purposefully dragged out the feeling. But you’d know. You’d always know.
Finally feeling truly prepared, you positioned yourself properly and took aim, taking the plunge only once you yourself felt the buildup of emotion within you.
Moving slowly at first, you looked once again at your lover’s backside as you cradled their hips. Remembering your thoughts from before, you decided to let yourself explore what you had wanted to before and thus leaned slightly forward in order to press a single hand against the center of their back. Your lover bent into the sheets without a single shred of resistance, though their head, which had previously been face down into the mattress, turned in order to breathe better from the side. They sighed in what appeared to be pleasure, the force of air increasing suddenly in volume half-way through once you decided to thrust deeper at the same time.
Finished with your pressure-based experiment, you removed your hand from their back and began to focus on the increasingly splendid feeling located at your groin. The more you thrusted, the better it felt, especially when you pulled your lover’s hips backward at the same time. You began to pick up the speed, deciding a steady pace was the most enjoyable at the moment. It seemed apparent by the sounds coming from the direction of the pillow that you had made the right decision. They seemed to be sinking further and further into the bed as though you were driving them into it. You couldn’t blame them for reacting in such a way. You were just that good. Hell, you were almost swept away completely by the moment yourself when suddenly you remembered how much your lover enjoyed it when you were as close as possible to them at this angle.
Deciding to gift them with what they preferred, you attempted to lean your chest forward. However, since you were on your knees, this was difficult to maneuver with how your partner was positioned. The only thing to do was to get them to meet you. So, you reached forward and tucked your hands under their torso in an attempt to lift your lover up from the bed. If they could be up on their own hands, it would be easier to do so.
At first, they seemed to understand what you were asking for. They lifted their elbows to oblige, and tried to push up off of the bed with their hands, but no sooner had they gotten into position and you began to lean your chest against their back, did they collapse, a moan pushing out of them as they did so. Apparently, your magnificence in lovemaking was too much for them to handle even sitting up properly. But you didn’t have time to gloat. Not having expected them to suddenly fall, you fell awkwardly along with them, disconnecting from them accidentally, leaving you bent over them in a strange position, your knees the only thing saving you from having toppled completely onto them.
You laughed. Sheepishly, your lover covered their face again and groaned, this time in embarrassment. To show that you were not making fun of them, you leaned forward to kiss the top of their head a few times. You did not think they were weak. It was simply understandable that they had buckled under your impressive skill. Once you were sure they had been soothed by your kisses, you spread out your legs so that you could lay on top of your partner flatly. Sliding your hands underneath your lover, you wrapped them in a backwards hug. You shoved your head close up to theirs, taking a moment to be cheek-to-cheek with them. That’s when you heard them softly cry out.
“Please… god… Afton… Keep going…”
A smirk flashed across your face. Then you pulled your body backward along with one hand so as to re-position yourself at your partner’s opening. Gliding into place, this time it was you who grunted in reaction. Apparently, the small break of time between acts was enough to drive your desire high enough to send a sharp spike of pleasure through you the moment your skin had connected. The sensation was so strong, in fact, that it made you immediately lower your head into your lover’s back and begin to mindlessly thrust into them at a slow pace. You attempted to bite into their shoulder blade to express the overwhelming thrill that you were now experiencing, but even that small gesture seemed to take away from the building pressure between your legs. Wanting to focus entirely on the back and forth rubbing sensation on your phallus, you pressed your cheek against your lover’s skin and closed your eyes, taking in the sharp upswing of satisfaction as soon as you began to increase speed. Meanwhile, the sounds of your name carried out into the room, the effect not unlike a loud prayer being shouted in order to beg forgiveness from a merciless god.
Your teeth clenched together, then. Your arms tightening against the body of your lover as you pummeled into them. Their distressed voice mixed with the closeness of your clinging limbs and the electrifying sparks of satisfaction from below gathered to create a perfect symphony of varying sensations. You almost couldn’t get enough of it. In fact, you could almost say you wanted desperately to meld together completely with your lover just to experience it as much as possible before relieving the feeling that was building to maximum output.
This pressure…!
And then all of a sudden, you burst. A great cry roaring out of you as you did so. A warm glow of ecstasy passed through every part of you, flowing outward from your midpoint throughout your entire form. The feeling of it caused your skin to react as though it were shivering, though surely this was simply a phantom sensation. Your shoulders relaxed afterwards, settling into your lover below. What a feeling…!
“Please…” a voice whimpered up from underneath you. “Please don’t stop…”
The sweat on your brow was sign enough of your spent body. Yet not even the harshness of your breathing was enough to keep you from wanting to let your partner down. The spinning in your head was difficult to push through, but you tried to force it to stay still as you pulled yourself up to sit up the best that you could. Returning to your thrusts, albeit weaker in speed due to your exhaustion, you shoved a hand underneath the lower belly of your partner and tried to please them from both places at once.
The reaction was nearly instantaneous. It was the last push they needed to send them over the edge. They screamed into their pillow, the tone of it making you wonder if they had possibly bitten into the material. As soon as they were satisfied, you pulled out in both places and crumpled down onto them, relieved to return to your state of rest.
You both breathed in heavy, long, sighs. Each of your bodies drooping into the sheets as though the air was being pressed out of two balloons. As you recovered slowly, your hands coiled around the forearms of your lover, which were still underneath them, and you squeezed them securely in your grip.
A whimper spilled out from below you, causing you to smile. How proud you were to have taken them again to such levels of satisfaction. Hardly a surprise, really, but still pleasant regardless. Your smile began to curl into a twisted grin, your fingers beginning to dig into the skin that you were clutching. Overcome with a creeping desire to enshroud your lover with as much of you as possible, your shoulders rolled forward and your legs closed together against the sides of your partner’s. You tucked your chin into the back of their neck and once you were sure that you had successfully confined them with your limbs, you whispered into their hair.
“Je t’adore, my darling.”
You could hardly contain your beaming when your lover seemed to curl up in response. But you weren’t finished yet. That was hardly the beginning. Your lover wouldn’t escape your charm until you allowed it, and there was much for you to say first.
“I know every inch of you,” you cooed in a seducing tone. “Every subtle curve of your body. I know the sounds you scream only for me and the little movements you make with every touch of my hand. I know everything you do, both in private and in public. I know everything you think, day in and day out. I am your god and you are my goddess. You are mine forever and you will never be allowed to leave.”
You dragged your fingertips against your lover’s skin as you finished whispering, purposefully taking a deep intake of breath into their hair as you did so. They were yours, only yours, and you would charm them until their last living day if you had anything to say about it, which you did.
Silence was the only thing that followed. At least for a little while, anyway. You had expected this lack of a response, knowing your words were naturally enchanting. They were bound to paralyze anyone who heard it, let alone someone you had just captured in the throes of romance with. That being said, you hadn’t quite expected the words that you heard once the silent spell had broken.
“J’aime mon lapin argent é.”
You blinked.
“…Did you say enchant é?”
A sigh.
“Argenté ,” they clarified. “I’m sorry, my accent is bad.”
“…What is that?”
“Silver.”
What? Your head raised up from being buried in their hair and you stared at the back of their head. The gears turned in your mind, but you couldn’t connect the dots of what they were saying. Surely, it didn’t help that you were already thrown off track from being interrupted by your attempt to bewitch them.
“Silver rabbit?” you asked, clearly confused.
“Yes,” your lover replied. “It’s… well, my mind went a bit off track, you see. When I was thinking about nicknames for you earlier, at one point I thought about how technically you could be what some people call a ‘silver fox’. But you’re not a fox, you’re a rabbit. Do you get it?”
You paused, processing their explanation.
Then your forehead began to sink downward slowly, ever so slowly, until it fell against your partner’s back. You stayed there, silent, too caught up in sudden emotion to respond.
“…What?” your lover asked, seemingly discouraged by your quietness.
The corners of your mouth twitched as though to smile but you fought against it. “Nothing,” you assured. “I just love you.”
Immediately, your partner began to squirm and pull away from your hold.
“Hey, wait, no!” they cried. “That’s the kind of reaction someone does when they think their partner is being stupid!”
You resisted a snort as they tried to force their way out of your arms.
“You are very intelligent,” you commented, keeping them trapped.
“I’m not falling for that,” they replied. “Let me turn over.”
They eventually broke free once you let them, and they twisted around in place to look up at you, a mixed expression of concern and pouting on their face.
“You hate it,” they said. Their tone read joking, but their eyes reflected hurt.
“Quite the contrary,” you assured. It was the truth.
They sighed, still untrusting.
“I am your silver rabbit,” you tried.
They only pursed their lips.
“I truly do not find it stupid,” you said, shifting one arm to rest against your elbow while you took their cheek in your palm. They searched your eyes for any sign of lying, then nodded.
“Okay,” they said before leaning up to give you a single kiss. Then they fell back against the sheets again and smiled. “That was really nice.”
“I agree,” you said, leaning down to return the gesture. “And I meant what I said,” you added, trying to retake control of the conversation.
“What?” they asked.
“You are mine forever.”
A wide happy smile spread across your lover’s face, their eyes shining up at you as though looking at a work of art (which they were). They looked completely lost in staring at you, their chest rising and falling in a way that made you believe that just thinking your name was giving them the breath of life. When they didn’t say anything after a few seconds, however, you raised your eyebrows at them.
Seemingly realizing what you were looking for, your lover startled out of their daze, blurting, “OH! I-I’m sorry, I… I got lost in your eyes…” They blushed and screwed up their face, as though what they had just said was embarrassing. You waited patiently for them to gather themselves, and then watched as they lifted a hand to cup your cheek. “I mean this seriously,” they said, their momentary surprise fading away to be replaced with a thoughtful look. “You are the world to me. My Will. My god. My silver rabbit. Forever and always. I love you dearly and I am blessed and grateful to be with you.”
Satisfied with this answer, you grinned.
“Good,” you replied. And then you pressed your lips against their forehead.