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“So,” Todd leans in closer, crowding Neil against the door. “Where were we, hm?”
Neil feels everything in him burst alight, the hair on the back of his neck rising as he blinks dumbly at Todd, overwhelmed in all the best ways.
“I think we were at the bit where you… kiss me senseless? I don't know, I might've got the messages wrong.” He teases.
Todd smiles, choosing not to comment, and leans in to do just that. He kisses like he writes - with purpose, meaning, yet careful, almost too tentative. So, Neil curls one hand in his hair to pull him closer, parting his lips all too willingly, breath huffing against Todd’s lips, shrinking against the door.
Todd gives a quick roll of his hips, one that makes Neil’s knees buckle, but Todd catches him, humming pleasantly against his mouth.
“I—I—” He stammers when they break for air, “I d-don’t— haah— want to— against the, ah, the… door, Todd, god, please…”
“Please what?” He kisses down Neil’s neck, hips still moving in a hypnotic, steady rhythm.
“Please, I… I want to— to—” His brain is slipping into a fuzz, and he summons everything in him to grab Todd as hard as he can by the shoulders.
“You wanna what?” His hips slow, and he looks at Neil with such devotion, hair strewn wildly, endearingly.
“I wanna taste you. Please.”
Todd blinks, breath rushing out of him in a harsh sigh. “God, Neil…”
Neil kisses him, slow and languid and torturously dirty, so unlike him. “Will you let me?”
“Yes.” Todd breathes, and Neil kisses him again before unbuttoning his pristine shirt slightly to kiss down his collarbone.
“You know, even though people always call me pretty, I'd argue that you're the prettiest thing on earth.” He hums against the pale skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses against it. “Gorgeous, even. Not to mention the way you look when you recite poetry, or when you look at the stars.”
Neil falls down to his knees, toying with the button on Todd's trousers. “And the way you look at me. Don’t think I haven't noticed.”
Todd's breath hitches.
“Don't hide it. I'd pay any money to have you look at me like that.”
His trousers fall open with ease, and Neil mouths at his erection through the thin cotton of his boxers, humming pleasantly when Todd's hand falls into his hair.
“N-Neil, please—” Todd gasps, and Neil looks at him through his eyelashes as he pulls at the waistband. Todd's eyes are glistening, his cheeks flushed pretty from the praise, and he's looking down at Neil like he's a work of art, something to admire with all his being, to devote himself to.
Neil pulls his boxers down, and Todd barely has time to prepare himself before Neil licks a stripe from base to tip, grinning when Todd keens, hips rising off the doorframe. He then musters all the courage he can, and takes him into his mouth.
Todd’s mouth falls open around a silent moan, head rocking back and his hand tightening in his hair as Neil bobs his head. The sensations are overwhelming, and he breathes out half-formed sentences, whining so prettily when Neil reels back to suck and lap at just the head.
He forces himself to look down, and he's transfixed when he does, because Neil is putting all his attention to hollowing his cheeks, or a quick turn of his fist, and he must feel Todd's eyes on him, because he looks at him through his lashes, his pupils blown so beautifully, Todd feels himself getting lost in them.
“You— You look so pretty like— ngh— like this.”
Neil blushes deeply, moaning around Todd's length and taking even more as he does, and Todd pulls slightly on his hair at the heightening of ecstacy, realising his mistake when Neil moans again.
“S-Sorry—”
Neil brings his other hand to Todd's, and pulls on it for him. Todd's eyes darken.
“You like that?”
Neil nods, tonguing at him for further emphasis.
“G-God, Neil, fuck—” Todd chokes out, “So pretty, on y-your knees for me— taking me, taking me so well, baby.”
He feels outside himself, moaning and babbling incoherent thoughts, and an image so vibrant flashes in his eyes. Neil, under him, begging for more, whining, head thrown back, splayed out so pretty under his touch, Todd completely in control of the situation. Todd in control of him, Todd making him moan, making him flush, whine, thrash against the sheets below him. Todd finally giving Neil what he deserves.
He needs to. He can't lose the evening to this.
“N-Neil— Stop—”
Neil pulls off, and Todd almost faints at the obscenely hot sight that is Neil Perry on his knees, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, neck covered in blossoming love bites, and lips swollen from taking Todd so well.
“What? Are you okay?” And his voice is hoarse, too. Damnit.
His hand skates to Neil cheek. “Amazing. B-But… I want to take you. I want you to get what you deserve.”
Neil gapes up at him.
“Is that alright?”
He surges up, off his knees in an instant, and kisses Todd like a man starved, and Todd distantly marvels at the taste of himself just dancing on the back of Neil's tongue.
“Yes.” He moans into his mouth, and Todd smiles against the kiss, pulling him closer. “Yes, yes, yes, yes—”
And after that, it's a frantic mess of limbs and tongue and teeth, jackets thrown across the room and the cacophony of belts clattering to the floor, the aged bedsprings groaning as Neil topples onto them, Todd following, as he always does, as he always will. His hands skate up Neil's chest as they kiss, tweaking over his nipple just to feel him twitch.
“It's going to feel weird. Okay?”
Neil nods, tentative, and Todd leans down to kiss him to distract him from the feeling, if he can. Neil hisses at the initial intrusion, but then calms when Todd builds a steady rhythm. He crooks his finger, searching for something, and—
“Fuck!” Neil gasps out, startling them both. Ah. There it is.
Todd kisses his neck, finding a sweet spot as he drives into that heat again and again, coming undone at the moans that Neil is gasping around, some half-choked utterances or his name.
“T-Todd, I… I…”
He stops, pulling out and kissing away the high whine that leaves Neil's lips. “Okay. Ready?”
Neil's eyes flutter open. “Are… you okay?”
“Better than okay. Are you okay?”
“I think this is the best I've ever felt.”
“Good.” He lines himself up. And hesitates. “...Neil?”
“Hm?”
“I… I just… I…”
Neil grabs his hand, bringing it to his lips so he can kiss it. “I know. I do, too. You don't have to say it, if you're not ready.”
Todd blinks, then surges down to kiss him, try and put everything he can't say into passion through this kiss. While he kisses, he carefully eases himself in, noticing Neil's hand tightening in his hold.
When he's done, they both lay in breathless anticipation. “You okay?”
“A… second…” Neil breathes, eyes screen shut, but not out of pain. Well, not fully pain - he lets a breath escape him, and then nods. “You can move.”
Todd pulls out slowly, feeling Neil slightly chase it due to the odd feeling of loss, and then he carefully thrusts back in again, with Neil gasping and letting go of Todd's hand to grab his shoulder, his arm, anywhere, as Todd's hips begin moving in earnest.
“T-Todd—” He gasps, nails digging into his soft skin, but Todd can't find it in himself to care, too lost in the feeling of Neil around him, suffocating all his senses. “F-Feels— hah—!”
“I know.” Todd sighs, “Open your eyes.”
He does as he's told, quickly, his eyes snapping open to meet Todd's own blue ones. Todd feels himself lose his breath, the entirety of it escaping him in a whine, one that Neil’s mouth drops open at.
“You're so— god— so pretty, Neil.”
Neil blushes, so prettily, and then throws an arm over his eyes. Todd can't have that, now can he?
He leans forwards, grabs both of Neil's wrists, and pins them to either side of his head. Neil moans beneath him, the new angle sparking a whole new world of pleasure up his spine, and he looks at Todd with such… love, or admiration, he steels himself with a breath.
“Don't you dare cover your eyes. I have to see you. Tell you how pretty you are.”
Neil opens his mouth to say something, but whatever he says is lost to a moan as Todd hits that spot again, one that has him arching off the bed and biting his lip so hard Todd’s worried he might break the skin.
“I-I— Todd, I… I love you.”
“Fuck.” Pleasure explodes in his veins. “I love you too. Fuck, Neil, god, I…”
Neil grabs Todd's face and kisses him, the newfound revelation (well, not too newfound) humming in the air like a taught string.
“There, there, there, Todd, Todd, please— Oh, baby, baby— m-more, Todd— ahhn, baby, please—”
Todd moans lowly at Neil calling him baby, drives into him faster, and he can tell neither of them are going to last. He lets one wrist go so he can reach down and take Neil in hand, marveling at the keen it pulls from the boy under him, and begins to jerk him off in time with his thrusts.
“Do you feel— ah, feel good, baby?”
“Y-Yes, yes, yes, yes— d-don’t— don't stop—”
“A-Are you close?”
“Yes— hah, ah, yes—”
“Come on, Neil,” he leans down to whisper in his ear, nipping at his earlobe, “You're so pretty like this. I want to see you come.”
“Ohmygod.”
“Neil, Neil, Neil,” Todd chants his name like a mantra, in a sickly sweet tantalizing whisper that makes Neil cry out wordlessly. “Come for me. Let me see that pretty face when you come.”
Neil gasps, arches, and moans out Todd's name as he comes, mouth parted deliciously and features tensed in the most beautiful way. Just the sight of him is enough to bring Todd right to the brink, but when his eyes flutter open, and he begs Todd to come, gasping out a litany of “please, Todd, baby, come, please”, Todd gives a few more thrusts before he comes with a punched out noise, hips stuttering to a stop.
He collapses on top of Neil, both heaving for breath, until Neil begins to laugh. Todd, absolutely delirious, laughs along with him, and they're hurriedly shushing each other as if they weren't just moaning seconds ago. They kiss slowly and carefully, until Todd groans at the mess between them.
“Hang on, I'll go get a washcloth.” Neil says, and as he gets up, he yelps in pain, before looking at Todd in betrayal.
“I am physically wounded.”
Todd laughs so hard he falls off the bed.