Billy never thought it’d be easy to fuck someone who could only look at him with pure hatred in their eyes.
He spread Soldier Boy wide open until he could see the red walls of the inside of his cunt, giving himself ample clearance to slide into that shockingly tight hole. It was like shoving his cock into a bear trap, the way he clenched around Billy.
“It’s like bloody barbed wire ‘round my cock,” he said mostly to himself, though he made no effort to hush himself—seemed a futile gesture when he was only a few feet away from Soldier Boy’s hypersensitive Supe-ears.
“You limey bastards always find something to bitch about.”
Billy liked the hard, cold look on his face when just a few feet down Soldier Boy was being fucked wide open. He liked how Soldier Boy looked at him spitefully, hatefully, like his chest was going to start glowing any second and he’d incinerate him on the spot, all while he was quite literally getting Billy’s dick wet. To think, a Supe being a fucking hypocrite.
“A bird’s never given me this sort of trouble, leads me to Adam and Eve it’s something to do with you.”
Soldier Boy scoffed and propped an arm under himself, unsteadily so as Billy pumped into him like a breeding stallion.
“Talking like that’s why no one takes you poofs seriously.” He laughed bitterly, his hips rocking with each hard thrust, which only got harder with each venomous word and stare. “You’re fucking cartoon characters.”
“You’re sure you ain’t just lashing out over a lack of culture? Septics get sensitive about that sort of shite.”
Billy scarcely got to enjoy the aftermath of that jab—Soldier Boy had grabbed the neck of his undershirt and knotted his fist into it, pulling Billy close until the tips of their noses were touching, his brows furrowed and his face twisted into a scowl. Even then, that didn’t stop Billy’s rutting, and after a moment of dampened tension, Soldier Boy’s mouth was on his, kissing him like he was trying to knock his teeth out. Might’ve been the first time Billy ever kissed a man; he was struggling to remember those pre-Becca hookups in pub toilets.
Certainly wasn’t Soldier Boy’s first time, as Billy was delighted to feel the contrarian—yet eager—jerks of his hips.
“You’re just deflecting, you nancy boy; you fucking faggot,” Soldier Boy hissed against his lips. Billy could almost feel him smirking.
And perhaps he was. He didn’t think he was, but Soldier Boy probably didn’t think he was deflecting from a truthful accusation by hurling nasty, yet biteless, words at the man knackering him senseless. Neither of them knew when to heel instead of snap.
Billy adjusted himself until he could slam all 8 inches into America’s first superhero, pleased at the breathless grunt Soldier Boy deigned him. He had to admit that ultra-tight, irradiated cunt felt just like the regular, only if they had teeth.