All I Want Is You
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Adult ++
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9,615
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9
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It Ends in Love
“Do you remember,” Bill asked, eyes locked on Neville’s lips, “when I told you that I was going to lick every inch of you to memorize your taste? Well, now I’m going to do that. All right?”
“Ngngh,” was Neville’s only response, which may have had something to do with the fact that Bill was kissing him again, slow and leisurely. If Bill continued to take his time in this fashion, Neville was going to lose his mind. He was hard and aching still from the reaction he’d been able to wring from Bill moments earlier.
How could the flexing of muscles under his hands and the muffled sounds of his lover caught up in pleasure bring him so close to the brink without being touched?
That question would have to wait until later to be answered, because at that moment, Bill pulled back from his lips and began licking along his jawline to his ear. The feel and sounds of Bill’s breath against the sensitive shell of his ear caused Neville’s hips to jerk and body to break into a fine trembling.
“Oh, no, love. Not yet. You can’t come until I tell you, understand?”
Neville turned wild eyes to Bill, and admitted, “I don’t know if I can help it. I’ve never—“
“Shh. Just try. Okay?”
Neville looked into Bill’s eyes and nodded, licking his lips nervously.
Bill watched Neville’s tongue swipe over his full lips and groaned low in his throat. “Damn, do you do that on purpose?” Seeing the confused expression on his lover’s face, he chuckled and buried his face in Neville’s throat. “No, of course you don’t. You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are.”
Shaking his head at Neville’s sweet naivety, he leaned in and swiped his tongue over the pulse point in his lover’s neck, drawing a gasp and a moan. The sound hit him like a punch in the gut, and he had to stop himself from rubbing against the man under him. He was thirty five years old, for Merlin’s sake! He should not be able to react like a teenager anymore.
Taking firm hold of his libido, Bill concentrated on wringing those delicious sounds from his lover, the ones that said he was losing control so sweetly. He ran the very tip of his tongue up the side of Neville’s neck, caressing the thick tendon there on his way to the tender lobe of Neville’s ear. When he reached the shell of his ear, Bill bypassed it, nuzzling his nose behind it to the thin skin and ridge of bone hidden there, remembering the response Neville had been able to wring from him earlier.
Lightly lapping at the skin, he pulled back and blew gently on it, feeling Neville shudder and writhe into Bill’s body, his breath hitching beautifully. Bill leaned in and nipped at the protruding bone, scraping his teeth over it, pulling a sob from Neville. Murmuring soothing noises, he smoothed his hand down Neville’s chest and left off his attack. He didn’t want Neville to come too soon, and he knew the younger man was on the very cusp of orgasm.
Returning to Neville’s neck, he bit and sucked, allowing himself to go a little rougher, to see how much Neville liked that. The body bucking under him let him know that Neville liked that a lot. Sucking a bruise on the skin so everyone would know Neville belonged to him, Bill moved down to lick at the hollow of Neville’s throat, tasting the tang of sweat that had pooled there.
Groaning at the pleading sounds Neville was making, which were going straight to his cock, Bill licked over his shoulder, biting gently into the muscle there, growling softly around the flesh in his mouth.
Just the sound of Bill growling raised Neville’s desire to a fever pitch, causing him to choke out, “Bill… stop! I can’t… I’m going to…”
Bill pulled back and looked down into Neville’s face, taking in the overly flushed cheeks and nearly painful grimace on his lover’s face. Seeing the overwhelming evidence of Neville’s need opened up something in Bill. He scooted down the bed, eyes locked on Neville’s face, and as he got in position, he said, “Now, Neville. Let go, love.” As soon as the last word left his lips, he swallowed Neville down; the shocked cry Bill pulled from him raising his own need to dangerous levels.
Neville’s back bowed and he cried out sharply at the nearly molten feeling of Bill’s mouth: so hot, so wet, the suction seeming to pull his soul out with his orgasm. He had a moment’s thought to be embarrassed at how quickly Bill had brought him off, but gentle hands brushing against his face and a soft shushing sound dissolved that thought before it could take hold.
Several moments later, when Neville came fully back to himself, he realised he was still trembling all over, his body overwhelmed at the long hours of lovemaking. He cuddled closer into Bill’s embrace, nuzzling his face into the long column of Bill’s neck, glorying in the tickle of sweet smelling hair against his face.
Unable to hold the words in, he whispered, “I love you,” not expecting the sentiment to be returned, just needing to express it. Bill’s arms tightened around him, nearly crushing him with their strength. From his position in the circle of Bill’s embrace, he could hear his lover’s breath catch. Misunderstanding that reaction, Neville pulled back and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You can’t take it back,” Bill said, his voice a harsh whisper. “I won’t let you take it back.”
Neville raised a softly confused face to Bill’s, teeth worrying his lip as he struggled to find words to convey what he was feeling and thinking. “I know you don’t feel the same, and it’s okay. I’ve been in love with you forever, but I don’t want you to think I expect anything from you because of that. I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way—“
Bill’s mouth cut his words off, the kiss sweetly passionate, but designed to soothe, not inflame. Breaking the kiss, Bill captured Neville’s face in his hands, forcing Neville to look straight into his intense blue eyes, to see his sincerity there as he made his own pledge. “Neville, I’ve been in love with you for years. I never thought I would have the opportunity to act on it; I didn’t dare hope that you would ever feel for me what I feel for you. I want you to be very sure of your feelings, because if you’re sure, if you really love me… I’ll never let you go, Neville. Never.”
The pure joy that shone from Neville’s eyes at Bill’s words convinced him more than any pretty speech could have. Not giving Neville a chance to verbally respond, he crushed his lips again to Neville’s, knowing he was being a bit rough, but needing to express his love in this way.
Neville’s mind and heart were spinning with incredulous delight at both Bill’s declaration and his possessive claiming. The hours of lovemaking they’d already enjoyed kept the pace much slower this time, but the unrestrained responses, the mutual love that was expressed over and over, brought them so much higher that when they finally joined, their passion overwhelmed them.
~*~
When they went down to breakfast late the next morning, the knowing smiles from the rest of the family brought a bright blush to Neville’s cheeks, which caused Bill to laugh joyously and wrap his lover in his arms. Neville eventually pulled back with an embarrassed chuckle and mumbled something about remembering the silencing charms next time.
Molly and Arthur simply smiled at each other, delighting in the undisguised love that flowed between their oldest child and the man he’d gifted with his heart. They knew that this was forever.
~fin~
That's the end of this series, but for more Billville in this universe, check out Confessions of a Fool and Rimming and Felching with Straws?! Oh, my!.
“Ngngh,” was Neville’s only response, which may have had something to do with the fact that Bill was kissing him again, slow and leisurely. If Bill continued to take his time in this fashion, Neville was going to lose his mind. He was hard and aching still from the reaction he’d been able to wring from Bill moments earlier.
How could the flexing of muscles under his hands and the muffled sounds of his lover caught up in pleasure bring him so close to the brink without being touched?
That question would have to wait until later to be answered, because at that moment, Bill pulled back from his lips and began licking along his jawline to his ear. The feel and sounds of Bill’s breath against the sensitive shell of his ear caused Neville’s hips to jerk and body to break into a fine trembling.
“Oh, no, love. Not yet. You can’t come until I tell you, understand?”
Neville turned wild eyes to Bill, and admitted, “I don’t know if I can help it. I’ve never—“
“Shh. Just try. Okay?”
Neville looked into Bill’s eyes and nodded, licking his lips nervously.
Bill watched Neville’s tongue swipe over his full lips and groaned low in his throat. “Damn, do you do that on purpose?” Seeing the confused expression on his lover’s face, he chuckled and buried his face in Neville’s throat. “No, of course you don’t. You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are.”
Shaking his head at Neville’s sweet naivety, he leaned in and swiped his tongue over the pulse point in his lover’s neck, drawing a gasp and a moan. The sound hit him like a punch in the gut, and he had to stop himself from rubbing against the man under him. He was thirty five years old, for Merlin’s sake! He should not be able to react like a teenager anymore.
Taking firm hold of his libido, Bill concentrated on wringing those delicious sounds from his lover, the ones that said he was losing control so sweetly. He ran the very tip of his tongue up the side of Neville’s neck, caressing the thick tendon there on his way to the tender lobe of Neville’s ear. When he reached the shell of his ear, Bill bypassed it, nuzzling his nose behind it to the thin skin and ridge of bone hidden there, remembering the response Neville had been able to wring from him earlier.
Lightly lapping at the skin, he pulled back and blew gently on it, feeling Neville shudder and writhe into Bill’s body, his breath hitching beautifully. Bill leaned in and nipped at the protruding bone, scraping his teeth over it, pulling a sob from Neville. Murmuring soothing noises, he smoothed his hand down Neville’s chest and left off his attack. He didn’t want Neville to come too soon, and he knew the younger man was on the very cusp of orgasm.
Returning to Neville’s neck, he bit and sucked, allowing himself to go a little rougher, to see how much Neville liked that. The body bucking under him let him know that Neville liked that a lot. Sucking a bruise on the skin so everyone would know Neville belonged to him, Bill moved down to lick at the hollow of Neville’s throat, tasting the tang of sweat that had pooled there.
Groaning at the pleading sounds Neville was making, which were going straight to his cock, Bill licked over his shoulder, biting gently into the muscle there, growling softly around the flesh in his mouth.
Just the sound of Bill growling raised Neville’s desire to a fever pitch, causing him to choke out, “Bill… stop! I can’t… I’m going to…”
Bill pulled back and looked down into Neville’s face, taking in the overly flushed cheeks and nearly painful grimace on his lover’s face. Seeing the overwhelming evidence of Neville’s need opened up something in Bill. He scooted down the bed, eyes locked on Neville’s face, and as he got in position, he said, “Now, Neville. Let go, love.” As soon as the last word left his lips, he swallowed Neville down; the shocked cry Bill pulled from him raising his own need to dangerous levels.
Neville’s back bowed and he cried out sharply at the nearly molten feeling of Bill’s mouth: so hot, so wet, the suction seeming to pull his soul out with his orgasm. He had a moment’s thought to be embarrassed at how quickly Bill had brought him off, but gentle hands brushing against his face and a soft shushing sound dissolved that thought before it could take hold.
Several moments later, when Neville came fully back to himself, he realised he was still trembling all over, his body overwhelmed at the long hours of lovemaking. He cuddled closer into Bill’s embrace, nuzzling his face into the long column of Bill’s neck, glorying in the tickle of sweet smelling hair against his face.
Unable to hold the words in, he whispered, “I love you,” not expecting the sentiment to be returned, just needing to express it. Bill’s arms tightened around him, nearly crushing him with their strength. From his position in the circle of Bill’s embrace, he could hear his lover’s breath catch. Misunderstanding that reaction, Neville pulled back and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You can’t take it back,” Bill said, his voice a harsh whisper. “I won’t let you take it back.”
Neville raised a softly confused face to Bill’s, teeth worrying his lip as he struggled to find words to convey what he was feeling and thinking. “I know you don’t feel the same, and it’s okay. I’ve been in love with you forever, but I don’t want you to think I expect anything from you because of that. I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way—“
Bill’s mouth cut his words off, the kiss sweetly passionate, but designed to soothe, not inflame. Breaking the kiss, Bill captured Neville’s face in his hands, forcing Neville to look straight into his intense blue eyes, to see his sincerity there as he made his own pledge. “Neville, I’ve been in love with you for years. I never thought I would have the opportunity to act on it; I didn’t dare hope that you would ever feel for me what I feel for you. I want you to be very sure of your feelings, because if you’re sure, if you really love me… I’ll never let you go, Neville. Never.”
The pure joy that shone from Neville’s eyes at Bill’s words convinced him more than any pretty speech could have. Not giving Neville a chance to verbally respond, he crushed his lips again to Neville’s, knowing he was being a bit rough, but needing to express his love in this way.
Neville’s mind and heart were spinning with incredulous delight at both Bill’s declaration and his possessive claiming. The hours of lovemaking they’d already enjoyed kept the pace much slower this time, but the unrestrained responses, the mutual love that was expressed over and over, brought them so much higher that when they finally joined, their passion overwhelmed them.
When they went down to breakfast late the next morning, the knowing smiles from the rest of the family brought a bright blush to Neville’s cheeks, which caused Bill to laugh joyously and wrap his lover in his arms. Neville eventually pulled back with an embarrassed chuckle and mumbled something about remembering the silencing charms next time.
Molly and Arthur simply smiled at each other, delighting in the undisguised love that flowed between their oldest child and the man he’d gifted with his heart. They knew that this was forever.
~fin~
That's the end of this series, but for more Billville in this universe, check out Confessions of a Fool and Rimming and Felching with Straws?! Oh, my!.