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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      IT_(2017), IT_-_Stephen_King
  Relationship:
      Bill_Denbrough/Stanley_Uris
  Character:
      Bill_Denbrough, Stanley_Uris
  Additional Tags:
      Tbh_it's_just_shameless_smut, No_plot_whatsoever, Blowjobs, that's_it
      really, enjoy, oh_and_also_swearing_btw
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-20 Words: 1889
****** Please Tell Me You Love Me Every Day ******
by Troy_Bolton_Is_My_Husband
Summary
     Plotless smut... enjoy babies.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Stan wakes up on a normal day. The birds are singing, the sun has only just
peeked out from above the rooftops next to him and his boyfriend’s shared
apartment building, the alarm is (thankfully) non-existent thanks to the day
being a Sunday, and the sight of said boyfriend laying next to him, eyes shut
and light snores betraying the silence between them every now and then makes
him smile. His heart physically clenches at the light blush that appears on
Bill’s face when Stan starts to card his fingers through his hair.
Sitting up, Stan props his pillow (which is, unsurprisingly, decorated with
birds) up behind his head. He continues to brush through Bill’s auburn hair
gently with his fingers, sighing in happiness when Bill stirs in his slumber
and his eyes open slightly. Groaning in discomfort, Bill opens his eyes fully
and looks at Stan lovingly.
“G’morning, baby. How’re you feeling?” Stan whispers affectionately, pressing a
soft kiss to Bill’s temple.
“I’m t-tired, Stanny… c-c-can you make breakf-fast?” Bill says with a hopeful
look in his eyes. Stan shakes his head and crosses his arms over his bare chest
playfully.
“No.”
“Please?” Bill stretches out the ‘e’ sound and grabs onto Stan’s exposed
shoulders. His eyes widen and his lashes flutter and he juts his bottom lip in
a sort of half-pout, even though all he achieves is looking like a pleading
child who hasn’t learned that puppy-dog eyes don’t get you anywhere. Unless
you’re Bill Denbrough, in which case all you need to do is give Stan the look
for longer than 3 seconds and he’ll be completely yours.
“You can’t always do this, Bill, you can’t always just give me the eyes and
expect me to give you whatever you want. You can’t jus- Bill- I’m not just
going to- really?” Bill has decided to try a new tactic, pressing feather-light
kisses all the way from that spot behind Stan’s ear that drives him crazy, down
to his collarbone, and then back up again. Stan chooses not to speak at all,
confusing Bill and causing him to bite down slightly on the skin under Stan’s
jaw, and then his earlobe, and then directly behind his ear. Gasping when Bill
nibbles at the skin under his jaw, Stan lets out a quiet moan at the new
pressure on his throat and tugs at the short hairs at the nape of Bill’s neck
because he knows how much Bill likes it. Leaning his head back, Stan groans at
the feeling of Bill’s mouth kissing a hot trail down his neck, and he pulls
harder at Bill’s hair when the boy’s tongue starts to go a little further down,
towards his chest and abdomen.
“St-still not going to make m-me breakfast?” Bill asks Stan with an innocent
look on his face, chuckling as he watches the expression on Stan’s face morph
from pleasure and longing to pure incredulousness and exasperation.
He rolls his eyes expertly. “Shut up.”
Bill smirks and Stan realises his mistake all too late, because Bill is already
opening his mouth to speak. “Make me.”
Those two words set Stan’s body alight, starting a raging inferno in his chest
and causing his clothed erection to put even more strain on his pants. He
exhales slowly and shakily, trying as hard as possible not to jump right onto
Bill’s lap. He fails. Grabbing the taller boy’s face, Stan presses his lips to
Bill’s almost desperately, bringing his legs up to wrap around the other boy’s
waist. Bill bites down on Stan’s bottom lip hungrily, begging for entrance,
which the boy happily grants him. Slotting his tongue into Stan’s open mouth,
Bill runs his hands up Stan’s thighs, occasionally raking his nails up the
inner areas, until they come in contact with his erection. Squeezing slightly,
he feels, more than hears, Stan’s sharp intake of breath and detaches his mouth
from Stan’s in order to latch his lips onto his neck. Bill quickly grips onto
his boyfriend’s hips and flips them both over so that Stan is laying on his
back and Bill is straddling him and grinding down on him hard.
Bill continues to palm Stan through his clothes, eliciting moan after moan from
the shorter boy in question. Sucking on the neck of the boy below him, Bill
bites down on the tender flesh on his collarbone until he hears a satisfying
gasp come from the recipient of the hickey, indicating that he can move on to
another area. Still sucking hickeys onto every part of Stan’s neck that he can
possibly access, Bill brings his hand up from on top of Stan’s clothed dick and
slips it under the waistband of his boxers.
Giving his boyfriend a shaky handjob while littering his neck with hickeys
proves to be much harder than Bill had originally thought – so difficult in
fact that he pulls his lips off Stan’s throat, ignoring his whines and
protests, and presses a brief, chaste kiss to his lips before fully focusing on
the throbbing hard-on that his hand is now moving its way up and down on.
Realising that he’s being met with too much friction, he brings his hand up and
quickly spits in it before putting it back down, hastily continuing where he
left off a few seconds ago.
“Oh- oh! Fuck, baby, don’t stop doing that, Billy, fuck,” Stan moans, his
breath hitching on the last word and his clothed hips bucking into Bill’s
already extremely established hard-on. Bill exhales slowly, clearly trying not
to stutter when he whimpers the word ‘fuck’ into Stan’s chest.
“Fuck, baby… I-I love you,” Bill says, punctuating each word with a kiss, and
bringing each kiss slowly closer to Stan’s pelvis, until his mouth is right
next to the waistband of Stan’s sweatpants, breath sending shivers down his
spine. “Off. Now.” Bill commands, watching as Stan hastily tugs his pants to
his ankles, along with his boxers. Pulling them off, Stan tilts his head up
slightly so as to kiss Bill, but Bill jerks his head away and growls, “No.”
“But, Bill, baby… I want to…” Stan trails off when Bill forcefully grabs his
hips and pulls him so that he’s lying down on his back again. He gasps in
surprise as Bill grasps both of his wrists in one hand and holds them down
above Stan’s head, pushing his hips down into the mattress with the other hand.
“What do y-y-you want, b-baby?” Bill asks him, his voice so low and deep that
it sends heat right up to Stan’s cheeks, and his breath so hot on his hips that
his breath hitches and it takes a few moments for Stan to calm himself down
enough that he’s actually breathing at an acceptable pace. Bill teasingly rubs
against the areas that he’s not kissing with his free hand, causing Stan to
moan his name under his breath, along with several different incoherent
phrases, all of which most likely involving the word ‘fuck’.
“I want to fuck you into your mouth,” Stan says, forehead glistening with sweat
and eyes clouded over with lust and admiration. Bill almost comes at the sight
of his boyfriend laying there, a desperate look in his eyes, all sense of good
judgement and logic forgotten in the immense pleasure that he’s feeling because
of Bill.
“Y-you want m-m-me to suck you off, baby? You w-want me t-t-to m-make you f-
feel so good? I-is that what y-y-you want?” he asks, trying to make his tone
sound seductive and teasing, however silently cursing his stutter for being
such a huge giveaway that he’s just as excited as Stan is. He relentlessly
holds down on Stan’s hips as his mouth ghosts over the very tip of Stan’s dick,
breath lightly caressing it. Stan cries out in shock and furiously nods his
head, unable to get any coherent words out. At the sight of this, Bill loses
any patience he ever had that told him to tease Stan at least a little before
really starting, and he moves his head down to kiss the slit.
Stan moans and Bill takes this as permission to continue. Licking a stripe up
the underside of Stan’s dick, Bill opens his mouth and grazes the tip with his
teeth slightly before taking Stan in his mouth.
Fuck.
Stan will never not be difficult to get used to, Bill remembers, rolling his
eyes slightly when Stan gasps and pushes his head down a little further without
even thinking about what he’s doing to Bill. Stan will also never not be
impatient. Bobbing his head slightly, Bill begins working his way down Stan’s
dick, trying as hard as he can to take him completely in his mouth. It’s
difficult, what with Stan’s slightly abnormal length, but he’s not that thick
so it’s never been impossible.
He keeps on moving his head up and down, trying to find a good rhythm that will
go along with Stan’s occasional thrusts, but this is proving even more
difficult than trying to deepthroat the boy lying beneath him. Still blowing
his boyfriend, Bill brings his hand up to hold onto anything that he can’t fit
in his mouth, which turns out to not be very much.
“Fuck, baby boy, you’re doing so good… you’re being so good for me,” Stan
moans, giving Bill the incentive to continue. He’s not going to deny it; Stan’s
words always make him try just a little bit harder. Hollowing his cheeks out,
he swallows hard, all of the satisfaction and pleasure from seeing Stan gasp
and throw his head back going straight to his lower half. “Shit, Bill, I’m
gonna- I’m gonna come… fuck,” he whimpers, hand fisted tightly in Bill’s auburn
hair. Anticipating Stan’s climax, Bill steels himself and pushes the rest of
the way down, taking all of Stan in his mouth and hearing him let out a loud
‘fuck’, before he’s coming in Bill’s mouth. Swallowing every last drop of it,
he stares at his panting boyfriend right in his eyes and keeps eye contact the
whole time, all while he’s popping off his dick and licking the rest of his cum
off his lips. “Fucking shit, baby, I forgot you swallowed. Fuck… that was
really hot.”
“I-it’s all for you, b-baby.”
Climbing back up to his boyfriend’s level, Bill runs his hands up his sides and
over his throat, coming to rest on his cheeks. “I love you, Stan, so much.”
“I love you too, Bill.” Stan says, reaching his hand up to cup Bill’s jaw.
Leaning down to kiss Stan, Bill smiles at the sight of his boyfriend’s
thoroughly fucked-out state – flushed cheeks, sweat glistening on his forehead,
lips slightly parted in a half pant as he tries to regain his composure.
“Y-y-you’re so beautiful.”
“You too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. And I love it when you tell me you love me. Please tell me you
love me every day.”
“Only i-if you do the same t-to me.”
“Of course,” Stan says, pulling Bill into his lap. “Hold on, did you ever- you
know?”
“N-no,” Bill says sheepishly.
“Shower?”
“Yes.” He says, a little to enthusiastically, causing Stan to laugh, roll his
eyes and shake his head slightly, all at the same time.
“Come on, let’s go.”
End Notes
     lol what even is an ending - I don't know and I don't do them well.
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