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Deep stood nervously outside Homelander’s door. He’d never been asked up here before and had no idea what to expect. He knew they weren't particularly close, knew Homelander barely tolerated him most days, but they had been good recently. Deep had been pulling his weight on the team and done nothing to agitate their leader. At least… not that he knew of. The last couple days he had seen Homelander giving him lingering looks. Attentive stares that made him feel tiny and insignificant. Maybe he’d done something and just didn't realize it.
Deep lifted his hand to knock, but dropped it again, scared to flow through. The choice was taken from him as the door opened, Homelander standing on the other side giving him an annoyed look.
“The fuck are you doing? Are you too stupid to understand knocking?” Homelander drawled blandly, one brow rising slightly.
“No Sir, I uh…” Deep stopped talking, not really sure what defense he had to give.
The stronger man said nothing, only rolled his eyes and turned away from him. Deep followed as Homelander walked away, closing the door behind him as he took in the space of the penthouse.
“What, uh, what can I help you with?” He asked, following behind the larger man as he moved through the room.
“Well you see Deep,” Homelander started, glancing over his shoulder to ensure the weaker man was following him, “the other day I just, well, you know I heard something… a rumor.”
Deep nodded along, waiting for Homelander to disclose exactly what it was that had warranted this private meeting.
They round a corner entering a new room. A bedroom—Homelander's bedroom. Deep's eyes widened a little. It felt weirdly personal and out of character for Homelander to bring him here. He scanned the space taking in the rich wood tones, the huge platform bed in the center, the tall windows along the wall. It felt regal, fitting for a man like Homelander.
Still Deep didn't understand, had no clue what intel the powerful man could have that would lead to him being here of all places.
“What, what kind of rumor, Sir?” Deep finally asked, head tilting as he watched Homelander.
Humming the stronger man moved to stand in front of the windows, hands clasped behind his back in a manner Deep had seen many times in the conference room.
“Well, you know, it's funny really. Funny because of how fucking ridiculous it is. Because well, you're… you, and you are so god damned pathetic that something like this just—well it wouldn't seem right… wouldn't seem fair!”
Homelander paused and Deep felt every muscle in his body tighten. Whatever the information Homelander had on him was, it still escaped Deep's grasp, but the stronger supe didn't exactly seem thrilled about it.
“See, I heard that you, of all people, you the fucking freak,” Homelander chuckled, and turned to look at Deep again, “have a huge dick.”
Deep's jaw fell open. He didn't know what he had been expecting but it sure as shit hadn't been that. He tried to form words, a defense of some kind… not that he knew what exactly he should be defending. Homelander hadn't exactly insulted him.
“Um… o-okay?” Was what he settled on, not sure what else to say.
“Well,” Homelander inquired, stepping closer to him, looking down on him from his height advantage. “Is it true?"
“I mean… uh, ye-yeah?” Deep stammered. It was true, he was impressively hung. Deep often thought of it as being mother nature's compensation, something to make up for his ugly gills.
“Is that right,” Homelander mused, nodding and pursing his lips. “Well you know that's, that's quite the claim…. Why don't you prove it?”
“Excuse me… Sir?” Deep stammered, confused and shocked. He knew Homelander was unhinged and unpredictable, but this truly made no sense. Why did it matter? Why would Homelander care?
“Prove it,” Homelander said again, a grin splitting his face. “Show me,” he gestured to the bed with a sweep of his arm, face set in an expectant look.
Deep didn't know what to say, but he recognized the look the stronger man was wearing. It was one of his many masks. A false look of friendliness, and Deep knew if he fucked this up things would end a lot worse than with an awkward conversation about his dick.
Stepping towards the bed, Deep looked down at it, neatly made with soft blankets. “What do you want me to… like just?”
Behind him Homelander heaved a heavy sigh, the sound of his boots clapping the tile as he walked up behind Deep. “Just fucking get it up. Why is that so hard to comprehend?”
Still nervous but not wanting to piss the stronger man off, Deep unzipped his vest and shrugged it off before kicking out of his boots and sitting on the edge of the bed. Glancing up at Homelander he saw him just watching, face bland and unimpressed. When the stronger supe noticed him looking, Homelander raised a brow as if saying, ‘well?’
Hooking his thumbs into his waistband, Deep pulled his pants down, shimmying out of them and leaving himself bare. He scooted onto the bed settling in the middle of it, leaned back on the perfectly soft pillows.
“Not that impressive so far,” Homelander teased, walking around to the end of the bed and eyeing him.
Deep swallowed tightly trying not to feel self continuous. Closing his eyes he reached down and took his limp dick in hand. He tugged himself softly, trying not to think about Homelander sneering down at him. The stronger man was attractive, Deep had always had a crush on him for his looks, power, and prestige—but he was also incredibly intimidating.
“Come on Deep,” Homelander drawled, sounding annoyed. “Get it up for me.”
Those words, harsh with a demanding edge, sent a thrill of arousal through Deep and his cock plumped in his fist. Shivering with the beginnings of pleasure he shifted, spread his thighs a little and jerked his filling cock properly. He still didn't understand why this was happening, but held on to one thought—Homelander wanted to see him hard, and was asking for it. That ego boosting notion was apparently enough of a turn on to get his blood pumping, because Deep was erect now, cock firm in his hand—thick and proud.
“Well, well look at that,” Homelander mused, and he sounded closer.
Opening his eyes Deep saw Homelander standing next to him and looking down deliberately at his dick. Deep smiled awkwardly and let go of himself, his impressive erection falling heavily onto his tummy.
He wasn't entirely surprised when Homelander started undressing and watched with avid appreciation—and mild surprise over his trim frame without the suit. Regardles of muscle mass, Homelander was fucking hot. Pectorals dusted with hair, stomach flat and defined. Deep swallowed thickly when he slid down his pants revealing his own erection. He was smaller than Deep—unsurprising given the weaker man was masssive—but his cock was pretty and perfect.
Lust washed over Deep at the realization he was about to be fucked by the strongest man alive. Biting his lip and letting out a shaky breath, his dick jerked with the idea of Homelander holding him down and pressing inside.
“Fucking rediculous,” Homelander grumbled, as he poped the cap on a bottle of lube that he’d somehow made appeare. “A cock like that on someone like you… of course it had to be you of all fucking people.”
“S-sorry?” Deep stammered not really sure what he was apologizing for. He was very well aware he was not Homelander's favorite person, but the stronger man had been the one to invite him here. Perhaps, Deep thought, there was jealousy at play. Maybe Homelander was angry at him for being so well endowed when he—the strongest man alive—was very much average in that department.
In an attempt to be appeasing, and also because this was hot and he wanted to, Deep drew up his knees and let his thighs fall open. While the finer details of why he was in this position still escaped him, if he was being honest Deep didn’t really care. Homelander was everyone's wet dream, and he was not stupid enough to question the semantics of things when such a gift was being offered to him.
Homelander grinned down at him with sharp teeth and shook his head. “Oh no. No, no no,” he said with a condescending laugh, as he climbed onto the bed.
“Sir?” Deep questioned, confusion washing through him anew. Had he managed to somehow screw things up already?
Homelander grabbed Deep’s knees and pressed his legs flat to the bed. Before Deep could even try to guess what was happening, Homelander was straddling him, hovering over him so close that Deep's erection brushed his thigh. Deep’s jaw fell open, eyes widening as he realized what was happening. Homelander wasn’t going to fuck him—Homelander was going to ride him.
“Holy fuuuuuck,” Deep drawled, voice quiet with shock.
As he watched Homelander poured lube on his hand, and reached behind himself. Deep saw his arm working, knew he was prepping his ass—no, no, no. There was no way this was really happening. He had passed out, had a stroke, Homelander had snapped his neck and he was dead and twitching on the bed. There was no way the Homelander was about to sit on his cock. Except the stronger man was grasping Deep's shaft with a slick hand and stroking, angling it up so the tip was nestled between his cheeks. Deep bit his lip hard trying not to whine as Homelander held him with a strong sure grip.
“Now,” Homelander rumbled, shifting down slightly until the head was brushing his opening, “you just lay there and let me enjoy myself.”
Deep tried to nod but wasn’t sure he managed it, his eyes glued to where Homelander was hovering over him, lowering down closer until Deep could feel the give of his body and finally—
“Holy—oooh fuck!!” Deep groaned loudly. He panted and shivered, hands latching onto Homelander's waist to ground himself. All he could think was tight—hot and tight.
The stronger man didn’t stop until he was seated fully on top of Deep, his ass pressed to the cradle of the weaker man's hips. Deep had had plenty of partners, both male and female, and none of them had taken him like this. In a single easy glide, like his size was nothing. It was always a struggle to some degree. Always took time to acclimate them to the stretch of his huge member. Homelander didn’t seem bothered, seemed to be relishing the entry. His face was loose, lips parted softly and brow creased in a way that spoke of satisfaction.
Deep's eye rolled back and a strangled sound left him as Homelander shifted up halfway and sank back down. He gripped hard at the stronger man's hips, holding on for dear life as he waited for the ride to really begin.
“No touching,” came hissed words above him, followed immediately by his hands being slapped down to the mattress.
A startled sound left Deep and he opened his eyes to find Homelander glaring down at him.
“You don't get to touch me. Do you understand,” Homelander explained, arms crossed over his chest.
“But…” Deep was at a loss for words, staring up at the other man dumbly. They were having sex, how could they have sex if he couldn't touch Homelander?
“No buts,” Homelander sneered and uncrossed his arms, leaning down and planting a hand on either side of Deep's head, “consider yourself a sex toy, nothing more. No. Touching. Me.”
Deep wanted to protest, but could tell from the red glint in Homelander's eyes that it wasn’t up for debate. With a small nod he whined, squirmed a little, and twisted his hands in the blankets.
“Better,” Homelander praised and sat up. He leaned back slightly, hands reaching down to grip Deep's thighs.
A small whimper slipped from Deep as Homelander started to move over him—hips rocking up and down, stomach muscles rippling ever so slightly as he worked himself on Deep's big shaft. Not touching the beautiful lean lines of muscle that made up Homelander's form was going to be a very challenging task. The position offered him a beautiful view and Deep was itching to pet the other man.
“Oh, fuck…” the powerful man groaned softly, his pace speeding up a fraction.
Deep licked his lips watching enthralled as Homelander's eyelids fluttered and his cheeks took a pink hue. He looked really fucking good like this. Despite having only just begun, his cock was weeping precum and flushed darkly with arousal.
“God you are so fuckin’ hot,” Deep complimented, hands twisting tighter in the bedding.
“Shut up,” Homelander spat back at him, although the curse was less threatening than normal due to the breathy edge it had taken on. “Don’t talk just, ah, just lay there and let me—” Homelander's sentence broke off with a shudder as he shifted his angle.
Deep felt the other man clench around him, and saw his cock jump. He must have found just the right place. “It's good, huh?” Deep drawled, unable to keep his mouth shut.
“Yeah, fuck,” Homelander groaned, then shook his head and glared at Deep. “I said shut up!”
Red sparked in the powerful supe’s eyes and Deep bit his tongue to keep from saying more. Homelander however, seemed to have plenty to say. As he bounced on Deep's cock he muttered pleasured curses as small moans and groans slipped from his lips. Deep bit his tongue harder, because there was so much he wanted to say but fuck if he was dying before he got to see Homelander shoot off.
He suspected it wouldn’t take long. Not with how vigorously Homelander was riding him, how hard he was gripping Deep’s thighs—shit Deep could feel heavy bruises blooming there already with an aching throb under the grip. Fuck Deep wanted desperately to return the favor. Hold Homelander tight, leave hickies and bruises and scratch marks… not that he probably could, but hell he wanted to try at least.
“Mmmm fuck,” Homelander drawled on a groan, softer more needy sounding than before, and it sent shivers down Deep's spine.
Homelander removed his hands from Deep's thighs and reached to grab his cock. Licking his lips, Deep watched with bated breath, knowing the sight of the stronger man jerking off would take him right to the edge. Except Homelander didn't do it. Fist clenching and arm twitching, Homelander stopped himself. A shaky wanton groan rumbling from his chest as he instead slammed his fist down onto his thigh. Deep watched momentarily confused by the action. Homelander's other hand twitched towards his cock but again the powerful man resisted, now gripping the tops of both his thighs. His stomach was jumping with tiny spasms, and his face was a perfect mix of bliss and annoyance.
Deep groaned as he realized what it was. Homelander was trying to come without touching himself. Deep saw the desperation of it now. How flushed he was, the sweat shining his skin, as he rode Deep harder and faster. That was the whole point. Not just getting off, but getting off from the big cock inside him.
“Aah-oh,” Homelander groaned little jerks twitching his muscles. “Yeah, there. Oh right there. Right fucking there!”
The lusty desperate words were too much for Deep to handle. He couldn't help it, couldn’t stop himself as he bucked up, shoving his dick firmly into the stronger man as he sank down. Homelander gave a startled, but pleasured shout as Deep rammed his prostate, movements stilling save the trembles shaking his frame.
“Deeeeep,” Homelander rumbled, voice low and dangerous as he turned his gaze to the weaker supe.
“I didn't touch you!” Deep defended quickly, panic cracking his voice. “S-see look, hands are down here not on you. I–I didn’t touch you!”
Above him Homelander kept his unimpressed agitated look locked on Deep.“Weeeell look at you. Proud of that little loop hole aren't you,” Homelander sneered dryly.
Deep swallowed tightly shoulders raising in a tiny shrug. He knew it had been a risky move, but fuck he couldn't take it. Couldn’t just lay there and do nothing with the beautiful man writhing and moaning on top of him. Deep was sure that level of will power simply did not exist. Homelander still hadn’t moved. Was still holding his eye, looking stern and judgmental. Deep gulped around the lump of nerves in his throat and waited to be scolded, threatened, tossed aside out of bed—but none of that happened.
Slowly, and not faltering in his intimidating gaze, Homelander shifted forward and gripped the headboard. Deep was the one that broke their intense bout of eye contact, looking down his body to watch as Homelander rose up and began to ride him again. Biting his lip, Deep couldn’t stop his hips from twitching up into the heat of Homelander’s body, small little rocks to meet the other man as he came down. It was awkward, not being able to touch his partner gave him next to no leverage, but he made do.
Deep knew continuing to participate was a risky decision but Homelander didn’t scold him. The stronger man continued making sexy little sounds and muttering under his breath. Deep strained to hear, wanting to know if he was being insulted or praised—hoping for one but expecting the other.
“Fuck, yeah. Hah big so, fuck, big. Yea that's, that's—ooh.”
The low pleasured ramblings sent a bolt of pleasure through Deep. Homelander, he realized with full and undoubting clarity, was a needy size queen. It was something he never would have guessed in a million years and ten thousand questions, but it was clear as day. Looking up to watch Homelander's face as he worked, Deep groaned low and rumbling. The powerful man's face was blushed darkly, down to his neck and shoulder. His lips falling open around all his blissful sounds. It was a look Deep would have thought impossible on the cranky superior man, but fuck he wore it well.
Since it was clear Homelander was enjoying himself even more with Deep’s added movements, the aquatic supe decided to take the risk of doing more. Hands trembling with nerves as much as excitement, Deep grasped Homelasner’s waist and bucked up firmly into his body. A strangled noise left Homelander and his whole body trembled. Deep saw his jaw clench, saw agitation wrinkle his brow.
“Get—get your hands off me!” Homelander huffed, but didn’t stop riding him. “Freak, ah, fucking… D-deep.”
Deep couldn’t tell if Homelander was saying his name or commenting on the sex, but either way he took the reaction as the closest thing to affirmation he was going to get. Deep took up his own pace, hips lifting to meet every downward motion, hands gripping tightly at Homelander’s waist and pulling him down to meet his movements. The weaker man huffed out breaths and rumbling groans as he moved, the act of participating—of touching—giving him a heady high.
“Fuck!” Homelander cursed, his movements faltering and halting.
Fingers digging hard into Homelander's beautifully narrow hips, Deep picked up his pace. Bending his knees, Deep planted his feet on the bed and moved with true force fucking up firmly into the powerful man on top of him.
“Stop—don't—ugh fuck, aah…” Homelander’s eyes opened with the protest, glinting down at Deep with sparks of red. “Don’t, don’t—” his eyes rolled back, red disappearing under his eyelids, “Stop, don’t stop,” he gasped, jaw going slack.
Deep knew that despite the momentary acceptance of what he was doing, Homelander would not be happy about this later. Deep had been ordered to just lay there, to not move, to not touch—be a living sex toy and nothing more. The psychotic hero would make him pay for not following those orders, but Deep didn’t fucking care. Deep wasn’t a religious person—much to his mother's shagrim—but if he had to take a guess at what the afterlife would be like, this was surely it.
Homelander's body was unyielding. He hadn't loosened or relaxed in the slightest like a normal person would during anal. He was a slick heated vice engulfing Deep’s cock again and again. The tight ring of ungiving muscle clenching around Deep’s shaft and fluttering with every hard thrust he made. So yes, Deep was positive he would pay violently for this later, the only reason he wasn't paying for it now was because of how dick drunk Homelander appeared to be. When the stronger man regained his senses he was going to snap Deep in half, melt his skull, disembowel him through his gills—
Since he was already a dead man set for execution as soon as Homelander shot off, Deep decided what the hell. If he was going for it, he was really gonna go for it—take and give as much as he could because of all the ways to go out this seemed like a pretty good one. Deep stopped thrusting, taking a moment to catch his breath. His gills gaped with the ragged intake of air, and Homelander’s nose wrinkled in disdain as he shifted his gaze back down to Deep. Doing his best to ignore the cruel look—not that difficult a task as it was softened by blush and pleasure blown eyes—Deep started to sit up. He didn’t get far before Homelander tried to interfere, managing to barely right himself before the stronger man’s hand was around his throat.
Deep paused for only a second, fear clutching him, but he powered through it. He grabbed Homelander’s thighs, pulling him in and up so he could lay the stronger man back on the bed. Shockingly Homelander allowed it with no fight. His hand stayed on Deep’s throat, a scowl plastered on his face—but both were weak and shaky with loose limbed lust.
Holding tight to Homelander's thighs Deep pulled back and thrust home with all the strength his powers allowed. Homelander gasped, his hand flexing lightly around Deep's throat.
“You fucking… freak. How—how dare you,” Homelander grit out but the insult held no strength, his voice breathy with pleasure.
Biting his lip and ignoring the fear screaming in the back of his mind, Deep moved again and again—picking up a brutal pace. Homelander's hand flexed weakly around his throat with each thrust, fingers fumbling over Deep's pulse and windpipe.
“What makes you think… you can just,” Homelander panted, voice small compared to the normal boom of authority it held.
“You like it,” Deep grunted.
“Fuck, fuck you!” Homelander hissed—or more accurately whined. Despite his protest Homelander’s hand left Deep’s throat, limply falling to the bed as his jaw dropped with a shallow moan.
Deep knew Homelander was loving it even if he said otherwise. The powerful man’s legs were jelly under Deep’s hands, muscles quivering with pleasure as his hands tangled in the bedding and shredded it easily.
Deep had thought Homelander had looked good riding him, but this, holy shit this was so much better. The strongest man alive was spread out under him, blush staining his body and sweat shining on his skin. Deep knew Homelander was every girl’s—and hell a lot of men’s—fantasy but this was far more than he could have ever imagined.
“You make such a good bottom,” Deep panted, pausing briefly to hitch Homelander's knees over his shoulders. Deep settled his hands over the sharp lines of Homelander's hips and fucked into him harder than before pushing his strength to its limits.
Homelander made a strangled sound under his breath, but the insult Deep knew he wanted to voice didn't make it out.
“You like a big cock, don't you?” Deep questioned, unable to keep his mouth shut. “You like my big cock. This is what you brought me here for, right? To rail you out.”
“Shut up, stop,” Homelander whimpered, voice trembling.
“You don't want me to,” Deep groaned back. With every pump of his hips, his confidence grew. Homelander was a slut for this, a class-A size queen—but wouldn't admit to it.
“Fuck you! Ooh, fuck you Deep!” The words were whiny, cracked with pleasure. Homelander's lips were wet with drool, eyes glossy like he wasn't really there anymore.
“Just, fuck—gaaah, you feel so fuckin’ good—just admit you like it,” Deep presisted. He wanted to hear Homelander say it, wanted to hear it in his dick drunk voice, weak and needy.
Homelander shook his head fiercely, mumbling ‘no, no, no’ under his breath as he pinched his eyes shut, water leaking out around them.
Determined to prove his point, Deep shifted position again. Grasping Homelander's ankles he held the stronger man's legs open wide, and rose to his knees. Homelander could hide nothing spread out like this. His angry red, wet cock clearly visible to both of them. When Deep thrust again it bobbed with the force, precum dripping down to Homelander's chest.
“God look at you!” Deep rumbled, and Homelander shook his head again, eyes still closed tight. “You were made for this. You can take a pounding like no one else, can't you?”
“Fuck you,” Homelander hissed, tone high and holding no venom.
“Nah,” Deep drawled bravado building with every whining sound that left the powerful supe, “I offered that, you didn't want it. You wanted this big dick.”
Deep punctuated the statement with an extra hard thrust and Homelander bucked under him, eyes shooting open. They were hazy black pools, baby blue blown out to a sliver around the edges.
“You're a big needy bottom, too proud to admit it!” It was subtle, a barely noticeable motion, but Homelander nodded at the statement. “Say it, ohh, come on say it for me.”
“I…. I like,” Homelander sobbed. His chest was heaving now, abdominals trembling as Deep plowed into him. “I like it!”
“Yeah you do baby,” Deep grit out, and fuck if he hadn't been a dead man before he definitely was now. “You're a cock drunk slut who likes taking big dicks.”
The sound Homelander made at the words was strangled, a pleasure lace version of his normal agitated growl. His eyes shifted from black pools to intense red. Deep faltered slightly, he could feel the heat radiating from them—but it was short lived. The vibrant crimson sparked brighter then flickered out.
“I am,” Homelander sobbed, words quiet and cracked as tears streaked down his face. He nodded along with the admission, big wide eyes looking up at Deep with nothing but blank pleasure in them.
Deep groaned roughly, hands tightening around Homelander’s ankles. He felt the bones shift under his grip and hoped he would leave a mark, hoped he was leaving something behind that Homelander would have to look at later and remember his admission.
Spurred on by Homelander admitting he liked it—still mumbling weak ‘yes’s under his breath—Deep traded speed for force and precision. He slowed slightly, pressing in hard and altering his angle each time until he made Homelander shout and buck. Satisfied he had found exactly the right place he honed in on it. Abusing the powerful man’s prostate until it pushed him over the edge.
Homelander came not with a moan or scream, but a drawl out needy mewl and Deep watched it happen. The stronger man's dick jerked violently as he shot hot streaks of cum over his stomach and chest—one powerful pulse splashing up across Homelander's neck. Deep managed to hold off for five whole seconds before crashing into his own climax and emptying his load in Homelander’s ass.
It was intense and amazing. Pulling heavy breaths through his mouth and gills, Deep sagged down on top of Homelander. Nose pressed to the stronger man's shoulder, Deep breathed in the smell of his sweat savoring the idea that he had been the one to cause it.
“Get, get off me!” Homelander grumbled, tone pissy but weak as he pushed at Deep's shoulders.
The aquatic supe rolled to the side, the most effort he was able to exert at the moment. He felt high from the post nut bliss of what had just happened. Fuck Homelander was an amazing lay. He'd looked perfect spread out under him like that, and all the little sounds he'd made—Deep would never be able to forget the trembling sob of ‘I like it’ he had pulled from Homelander.
“You better fucking run before I can feel my legs again, ‘cause as soon as I can move I’m gonna kill you,” came Homelander’s gruff voice next the him.
Deep looked over to see the larger man staring at the ceiling, blue eyes still wet with tears clinging to his lashes. His chest was still heaving with his breath, still blushed rosy and glossy with cum.
“Can I wait ‘till I can feel my legs again, too?” Deep asked, chuckling softly.
Homelander hummed lowly, the tone of it clearly sounding annoyed.
Closing his eyes, Deep waited for the tingles of bliss to pass. He assumed Homelander was doing the same, as the other man stayed still next to him. Eventually both their breathing calmed and quieted, and Deep felt the sedated pull of sex satisfied sleep tugging at him.
“Do not fall asleep in my bed! You're not my god damn boyfriend—fuck, you're not even a hook up. You are a sex toy. Just a warm dildo with a pretty face.” As he spoke Homelander sat up looking down on Deep with a firm scowl, far closer to the looks Deep normally got from him.
“You, you think I'm pretty? Really?” Deep asked, latching onto the compliment and smiling.
Homelander rumbled a growl and rolled on top of Deep, hand closing around the weaker man's neck. “You really don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you?”
“I—I uh…” Deep stammered gulping under the firm grip. His heart was racing, fear zapping away his lingering bliss. Along with a healthy dose of cum he’d also shot off every ounce of confidence when he came “S-sorry, Sir.”
“Oooh you will be if you tell a single fucking soul about this—and that includes your slimy little fish friends!” As he spoke Homelander tightened his grip, jaw clenching firmly as he bared his teeth.
“H-hey, I'm no super genius, but I'm not a moron,” Deep replied with a tiny chuckle holding up his hands passively.
Homelander continued to sneer at him, hand tightening a fraction more. “Debatable,” he rumbled and released his hold on Deep's throat.
Deep didn't move. Stayed right where Homelander left him as the stronger man rose from the bed and stretched. From his vantage point of laying down Deep could see slick and cum sliding down Homelander's thighs and he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. He watched as Homelander walked across the bedroom and pulled a towel from his dresser, bending to retrieve it from a lower drawer. God his ass was amazing. Now that Deep knew how it felt, how Homelander acted during, damn he really wanted to bend the powerful man over—shove his face into the mattress and take him from behind. Deep's chubby cock gave a small twitch at the idea.
Finding his last remaining speck of confidence Deep sat up from the bed and cleared his throat. “Besides uh… if, if you kill me we can't you know… do this again.”
“What makes you think this will happen again?” Homelander questioned sternly, rounding on Deep and striding back to the bed. “Hmmm?” He implored shoving at Deep's chest to make him fall back flat on the bed.
“Uuuh… cause we both liked it?” Was all Deep managed as a response, his shoulders raising in a tiny shrug.
Homelander fixed him with a steady glare for several long moments, and Deep was fully expecting fire to shoot from the gaze. Instead, Homelander rolled his eyes so hard Deep was pretty sure they would have popped out of a normal man's skull. “I'm showering, when I get done you will be gone.”
“‘Kay, yeah, sure thing, understood,” Deep rambled with a jerky nod. Being asked to leave was really the best he could hope for, hell considering who he was dealing with it was a great result really. It wasn’t the affirmation of a round two that he had been hoping for, but Deep knew that had been a long shot.
Standing up he grabbed the torn sheets and wiped down his crotch, flinching at how sensitive his cock was. He was still plump from being hard and it was really gonna suck trying to fit back into his tight uniform pants.
“Oh,” Deep muttered and turned in time to catch Homelander just before he entered the restroom. “Hey so, uh… was it, you know, as big as you heard?”
Homelander paused in the doorway, looking back over his shoulder with an unimpressed frown. Deep saw blue eyes scan over him, settling on his cock before sliding back up to his face.The lingering look was all the confirmation Deep needed and he broke into a wide grin.
Homelander apparently did not appreciate the gloating look because his eyes went blood red, frown shifting to a scowl. “Get. Out.”
“I am, I am!” Deep tried to pacify, moving to collect his clothes. He started to pull on his pants, but Homelander growled at him.
“Now!”
Heat buzzed next to Deep, searing the floor and making him squawk with fear. Forgoing dressing he clutched his clothes to his chest and ran for the door. Shutting it firmly behind him Deep breathed a heavy sigh of relief at leaving the room alive, and began to dress.
Homelander was never easy to read. He wore so many masks, had so many fake personas. All of that had fallen away during sex. As hostile as he seemed now, Deep knew what he had seen. Homelander had let go with him. Given up the control he so viciously clung to. There would be a next time, Deep was sure of it. He just had to stay on Homelander’s good side long enough to make it there.