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Homelander's first sigh is a content one, with his eyes closed. As soon as he opens his eyes, a second sigh comes out, a lot more weary. "I just had these sheets washed and pressed."
"Don't know why you keep acting surprised," Butcher grumbles as he rolls over on his back, tentacles slowly retracting inside him, dragging across said sheets and Homelander's body, leaving sticky wet trails in their wakes. "And don't know why you keep dragging me into bed if you care about having the sheets clean."
"I don't "drag you into bed"!" Homelander repeats the phrase with indignant disgust.
"Yeah, you just lie there, starkers, pert ass up in the air, on top of the covers when I come into the room, and that's not an invitation at all."
"I was reading a book, for god's sake. And then you just grab at me and immobilize me."
"Like you tried to get away."
"I did! And I would have, but you tend to bitch when I laser your tentacles off, so I didn't have much choice."
"Thanks for your sacrifice…" Butcher says but trails off, realizing he's feeling the urge again. A whole year he spent with these tentacles, traveling abroad, setting pieces in place to plan Homelander's demise– never once feeling the need to use them like this. But ever since he got a taste of using Homelander that way, it doesn't take much to rile him up when they're in proximity. He gets up on his hands and knees and moves to hover over Homelander.
"Again…?" Homelander asks, and rolls his eyes.
"Sheets are dirty anyway– might as well make use of the time we have."
A slight shadow passes over Homelander's expression, but he spreads his thighs, throwing his head back when Butcher's tentacles wind around his legs and pull them open even wider.
"Your hole is sooo fucking… sloppy…" Butcher mumbles, thoughts becoming incoherent as he shoves a few tentacles into Homelander's body and finds the entry effortless.
"And who– made it– that way–" Homelander probably wants to sound annoyed, wants some snap to his retort, but his words are slurred, coming out as pants, halting whenever the tentacles move inside him.
Butcher sends out another tentacle and it starts twining around Homelander's cock.
"William, fuck, no, William please…" Homelander starts begging when he notices the new sensation. "Don't you dare… I fucking hate it when you…"
Butcher turns Homelander over to lie on his belly, not relinquishing any of the grips he has on him, including the one Homelander is whining about. "I don't care what you hate, and I sure as hell don't believe you hate it."
He feels his tentacle strangling Homelander's cock, and enjoys the knowledge that, whatever else might be happening between them, the supe cunt under him will only come when he says he can come. He withdraws the tentacles out of Homelander, sticky strings of mucus following each one, Homelander's ass gaping. Butcher watches the body in front of him, squirming and almost vibrating with arousal, and just as Homelander's ass starts clenching to close, Butcher plunges his cock inside, drawing a long moan from the man underneath him. He moves, rhythmically, setting his own pace, trying not to check the clock on the wall, not worrying about Homelander coming early because that tentacle on his cock won't let it happen.
Butcher's hand is pinning Homelander's head into the mattress, but his face is turned to the side and Butcher doesn't plug up his mouth with a tentacle because he wants to hear all the little moans and sighs that escape when he fucks into him.
"I missed this…" Homelander blurts out and Butcher is tempted to gag him before he says anything else that sounds vaguely sentimental. As if he can't have it whenever he likes, if he really wanted to. Butcher winces when he realizes he's missed it too. He should probably be studying this trailer apartment, since it might have vulnerabilities that don't exist elsewhere in the Supermax Superprison. But no one has found a way to escape yet– the no man's land between the interior and peripheral walls having that radioactive depowering forcefield between them makes every supe inside these walls reluctant to even try their hand at escape. And instead of looking for ways to potentially escape using this conjugal visit trailer, Butcher is too busy getting himself off, because if he can't quite kill Homelander using these tentacles, fucking him and reducing him to an incoherent, pliant mess feels like the next best thing.
"William, for fuck's sake, let me cum," Homelander growls and Butcher remembers himself, remembers that he's been pistoning in and out of the ass in front of him for a while and apparently the cunt is growing desperate for release.
"Why don't we make a deal?" he says, close to Homelander's ear, even though he's pretty sure Homelander has the surveillance cameras and microphones all switched off for these visits. "I release your stupid eager little cock, and you release me outta here."
Homelander lets out a short incredulous chuckle. "This is good, William, but not that good."
Butcher twines more tentacles around the body underneath him, including Homelander's neck, squeezing it experimentally but not constricting with full force.
"Don't- make me- … Let me come already," Homelander rasps, grabbing the sheets in his hands.
"Not if I have to stay here–" Butcher's words are cut short when Homelander starts bucking him off and deploying his lasers. Butcher's tentacles don't exactly hurt when they're burned off, but there's some sort of unpleasant sensation. He twists the tentacle around Homelander's neck much tighter, hoping to control where he can turn his head and point his gaze. Inadvertently the other tentacles loosen their grip and Homelander comes with a loud moan as his cock is finally freed.
"William, let go," he croaks, voice apparently affected by the squeezing, his fingers scrabbling at his neck, and when that doesn't work, he tries to punch back blindly behind him, but Butcher can avoid getting hit despite still being buried balls-deep in Homelander's body. "I'm serious."
"So am I," Butcher says, but only narrowly dodges getting his torso slammed between two fists as Homelander still flails to reach behind and punch him. Homelander finally grabs on to the tentacle attempting to squeeze his airways shut and with a power and speed that Butcher can't quite register launches his body forward, ripping the tentacle off at the root.
Homelander turns and lands back on the floor, the detached tentacle losing all its power and falling limply at his feet. Butcher settles on his side, pretending as if they just finished up sex and not fought each other tooth and nail for a moment, only his ribcage rising up and down dramatically with tired breaths.
Homelander's chest is rising and falling too as he gets air back in his lungs, rubbing his throat, and Butcher is pleased to see what looks like a bruise around his neck starting to emerge once he removes his hand.
"You're not getting out early for behavior like that," Homelander finally says as he walks over to where he neatly folded his suit to start putting his clothes back on.
"So I'm getting out at some point?" Butcher mock-asks. "News to me."
Homelander throws him a strange glance, something that looks almost sad. "You don't get it. I'd like nothing more than for someone like you to come around and see things my way. So that door is always open if you'd like to reconsider."
"Sure, why not. You're a standup bloke and were right all along. That enough to let me walk?"
Homelander sighs. "Mock me all you want, and stay in here as long as you want. I'm not gonna execute you with a virus or whatever other disgusting things you were planning to do to me. Because I actually value people with convictions and powers, William."
"You value getting your rocks off getting cumblasted and pretending you don't have a say in it because of a few tentacles."
There's a small wistful smile on Homelander's face as he shrugs and leaves the trailer as the afternoon announcements start playing over the loudspeaker in the yard.
Butcher's sure Homelander will be back for another 'private interrogation' in a month or two. As far as he's aware he's the only supe in this prison complex who gets conjugal visits.