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Some Algernon and bill, delicate and the rough. They just go perfect together ngl ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑) make it spicccyyy

Pairing: Marion “Bill” Williamson/Algernon Wasp

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II

Tags: Canon Divergence, Table Sex, Rough Sex, Sex as a way to cope (Kind of), Cream Pie, Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Brief: period typical homosexual slur.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2900

Comments: Honestly, when my boyfriend suggested this pairing I was fully on board from the beginning. I think Bill would totally go for Algernon. I mean come on, twinky high-class guy who is a little vain but also humble in a way, mixed with bear Williamson who has possession/jealousy issues and is a dumbass? It’s perfection. *chef kiss* I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! And thank you Crispies for the ask!

“Oh, Bill! She left me for a postman! A postman!”

A grunt huffed from Bill’s chest as the Algernon slammed into him, his arms weakly wrapping around his shoulders. Bill was frozen, feeling the artist’s wet tears melt into his stained blue flannel. He wasn’t quite sure how to comfort the artist, but he also wasn’t complaining about being in close proximity to him. Bill inhaled deeply smelling the orchids and herbal tea on Algernon’s suit.

He had felt an attraction for the interesting curvy man the first time he had seen him at the Mayor’s party. He had spent weeks trying to woo him by traversing the swamps looking for his stupid flowers and feathers. Always leaving with a flirty pick up line that made the Algernon chuckle. God, his chuckle was so tantalizing.

Now was his chance to strike. Sure, he should feel guilty for attacking when the man was obviously not in a sane frame of thought, but Bill wasn’t known for his mercy or compassion.

“Naw, Algernon, you don’t need some Contessa or Countess, whoever she is.” Bill wrapped his strong arms around Algernon, suffocating him to his constantly sweating chest, efficiently trapping him there.

“But I loved her.” Algernon wailed pathetically and sniffled against Bill’s collarbone. God, if that whiny tone didn’t make Bill’s cock and balls ache. He rubbed a calloused hand down Algernon’s blue jacket, smearing hints of swamp grime over the pristine color.

“Well, obviously she ain’t good enough for you if she didn’t see what an amazing feller you are.” He rolled his eyes at the lie; Bill couldn't be happier that she had left him. Bill mumbled, his hand tracing down over the curve of Algernon’s back to rest at the mound of his accentuated ass.

Algernon leaned back, his moustache unkempt and eyes bloodshot. “If it was a prince I could get over it but-” A sob racked his throat and he buried his face in Bill’s shoulder again.

Bill chewed on the inside of his cheek as he creeped a hand down to cup Algernon’s ass, feeling the flesh squish under his thick calloused fingers. Algernon’s crying died down to a soft sniffle and an awkward silence filled the room. It almost made Bill back away. Almost.

“You know what cheers me up when I’m sad, Algernon?” Bill asked, his other hand curling around Algernon’s hip, pressing into the material of his corset. “I like to lay with pretty boys and make them moan.” He whispered into Algernon’s ear.

Bill tensed waiting for Algernon to slap him, maybe even run to call the nearest police officer to expose him. But Algernon did none of those things. He very calmly pulled his head from Bill’s shoulder and gave him a puzzled look. “You’re an invert?”

A wince formed on Bill’s face and he felt his ears redden from embarrassment. “Got a problem with that?” Bill shot back defensively.

Algernon reeled from the tone shift, before bringing his hands up to press against Bill’s chest. His fingers gently rubbed the soft fabric of his flannel before tilting his head. “No, I don’t rightfully believe I do, Bill.” He said softly, his eyes still red from crying.

A courage built up inside of Bill’s body at the knowledge that Algernon was at least a little bit on the homosexual side. Not that it wasn't completely obvious with how the man dressed, talked and even walked. A rumbling laugh bubbled out of Bill’s mouth as he swiftly slid both hands down to cup under Algernon’s rear before lifting him up with ease.

Algernon yelped and wrapped his legs around Bill’s midsection and snatched the opened collar of Bill’s flannel. With a snort Bill disposed Algernon on top of the tea table, knocking over the empty tray used for biscuits. Bill slapped his hands against the table on either side of Algernon leaning in toward his face. He felt like a wolf cornering a timid rabbit, and he loved it.

“When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that countess bitch.” Bill huffed and reached up to throw his hat off somewhere in the distance. Algernon let out a surprised gasp when Bill leaned in to pepper kisses and bites along his jaw down to his puffy neck tie. “If you don’t want me to rip off your fancy clothes, I suggest you take them off, Algernon.”

“So lewd, Bill,” Algernon breathed out while reaching up to deftly loosen his tie and set it on the table beside him. His fingers danced down to unbutton his jacket, opening it to reveal a corset. Algernon let the jacket fall off his shoulders, biting his lower lip in uncertainty. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt letting the material open to show his chest. The corset was cinched up giving Algernon’s waist a deliciously curved shape that made Bill want to drool. His pecs bulged out of the top and hips swelled out of the bottom. His hands found their place over the shapely mounds mumbling about them being the best rack he’d ever seen. Algernon was a god sent to walk on the human plane.

And Algernon was all his for the taking.

His delicate hands reached up, running through Bill’s thick beard before pulling him for a sweet kiss. Bill melted, his thoughts going blank as he shut his eyes. One of his hands trailed down to Algernon’s lower thigh, urging it up to wrap around his hip, while the other felt its way into the curve of his waist.

Algernon tilted his head and parted his lips letting Bill’s tongue dive into his mouth. Notes of honey and mint swirled over Bill’s taste buds as Algernon’s tongue passed over them. Pressing his growing erection into Algernon’s groin, Bill groaned into the kiss and plucked Algernon’s monocle off of his face. He pulled back to gasp for air, chuckling as Algernon’s pale face turned a bright pink. “You won’t need this.”

“And these, my my..” Bill rumbled and rubbed one of his rough thumb pads over the pert nipples peeking out from the unbuttoned shirt. They were heavenly soft and the skin was such a gentle pink, that Bill had a desire to bite them until they were a violent red. Algernon moaned softly, his back arching and making their groins rub together.

“B-Bill, t-those are sensitive,” Algernon wheezed as Bill licked his lips.

“Good. Even more proof you need a man to put ya in your place.” Bill huffed and leaned down, his scratchy beard brushing over them before he latched on to one and rolled the bud between his teeth. Algernon wailed and wove his fingers through Bill’s hair tugging encouragingly on the thick locks.

God, it felt good to reduce a man of such beauty to a mess.

Bill laved his tongue over the nipple before turning his attention to its twin. He gave it a sharp bite before soothing it over with a sloppy kiss. His hands massaged Algernon’s hips and felt over the details of the blue and gold corset. Algernon’s small delicate noises spurred Bill on, giving the hardened buds attention until the pink color had changed to a beating red.

Pulling back in satisfaction, Bill looked at Algernon’s face to judge how he was holding up. Algernon’s head was tilted back, his eyes squinted shut and mouth hanging open like he was experiencing the most pleasure he had ever felt. Smirking in pride, Bill stood upright, skimming his hands up and down Algernon’s pant legs as he rolled his hips.

“Ya think if I fucked you hard enough I could pop that corset of yours off?” Bill gripped the material of Algernon’s pants and pulled it down enough to unbutton the fly. Algernon sputtered as if he was trying to tell Bill something, but froze as Bill yanked his pants down. “Oh.”

Algernon didn’t wear a union suit under his outfit, no, no, Bill was greeted with a set of laced undergarments bulging from the artist’s erection. “Well, ain’t that a pleasant surprise.”

“It’s too hot to wear a union suit! And they are so dreadful!” Algernon defended only for Bill to shrug and roughly cup his laced groin.

“Sounds to me like you just like being a petite dame.” His thumbs hooked into the fabric that cut into Algernon’s hips, sliding it down until his cock punched out. “It suits you though. Never seen a day's work in your life, makes sense you’d want to wear this and get bred by a real man.” Bill snickered and tossed Algernon’s undergarments over his shoulder to join his hat on the floor.

“Bill…” Algernon whined, cock twitching and leaking a bead of precum. “I’m usually not so vulgar, but I need you to fuck me right now.”

“As if you had a say in it, Princess.” Bill snorted and grabbed Algernon’s legs pulling them up to rest against his chest, forcing him to lay back against the table. Calloused hands roughly grabbed at the flesh of Algernon’s thighs as Bill pushed his clothed bulge against Algernon’s ass. His dick flexed wanting so badly to be buried in Algernon’s sweet body.

“Do- do you have slick? I-I haven’t done this in a while.” Algernon’s voice was breathless, his fingers coming up to play with his tits.

“In a while? Who else have you laid down for? Of course I know what the fuck I’m doin’.” Bill grumbled, reaching to one of the pouches on his gun belt. He pulled out a tube of gun oil and slathered the oil onto his fingers before reaching between them to circle Algernon’s entrance.

His middle finger pushed in without hesitation making Algernon’s moan. Bill worked quickly to add another finger, curling them to rub against the node of nerves. Algernon nearly screamed, his body spasming and eyes screwing shut. “Oh good heavens, Bill. I said I want you to fuck me already, please.” He demanded and dropped one of his legs down to pull Bill closer.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how much of a whore you were.” Bill withdrew his fingers, giving his ass a quick slap making Algernon yelp. Bill made quick work of unbuckling his gun belt and unbuttoning his pants, his uncut dick emerged from a forest of thick black hair, aching for action. Bill wiped the oil on his hand onto his dick before putting just a little more oil on the shaft. Pulling back the foreskin, Bill bumped the head against Algernon’s pucker. “Ready prissy bitch?”

“Yes, how many times do I have to tell you- AH!” Algernon’s attitude dissolved instantly into a groan as Bill shoved half of his cock in without warning. Bill huffed and tilted his head back. Damn was Algernon tight and warm, his body constricting around Bill like a vice.

Bill rubbed up and down Algernon’s leg soothingly before he grasped his hip in a punishing grip and pulled out only to force the rest of his length in. Pain radiated through Algernon’s body but he whined in bliss anyway, with his manicured fingernails scraping along the table top.

After wiping the sweat from his brow, Bill reached down to massage his own balls, giving them a squeeze that made his dick twitch. “I’m going to fuck the life out of you.” Bill snarled, pulling his hand away from his balls to wrap a hand around Algernon’s pink cock. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say, got that?” Bill’s thumb swiped over the head to collect some precum before bringing it to his lips to taste.

“Ngh- we’ll see if you can even get me to cum.” Algernon gave a weak smile, his pupils blown out and eyes half lit. Bill chuckled darkly and locked both hands onto Algernon’s hips, planting his boots firmly on the ground.

“We’ll see for sure.”

Just as Bill pulled his hips back to push back in, the door to the greenhouse opened. “Mr. Wasp? Are you here?”

Bill gave Algernon the most wicked look and slowly pushed into him, letting his cock spear his insides. Algernon panicked, about to sit up before he went limp, his head lolling to the side and hand coming up to muffle a moan. Bill leaned down, forcing the leg on his shoulder to press into Algernon’s midsection. “Better say something before they come all the way in.” Bill whispered harshly with the most devilish smirk he could muster.

Algernon gulped and grabbed Bill’s flannel, trying to clear his throat. “S-sorry! I’m closed at the moment! Come back l-AH-ter.”

“Are you okay, Mr. Wasp?” The customer called and started to walk towards them.

With an exaggerated eye roll, Bill thrusted his hips and barked over his shoulder. “Ya got sawdust in yer ears?! The man said he was closed,” he quietly snickered and looked down at their joined bodies. “Well, his legs definitely ain’t.”

“Bill, don’t be so rud-ngh!” Algernon clenched his jaw shut as the outlaw rolled his hips slowly, making his dick drag and pull on his insides. After the customer left with an indignant huff, Algernon grabbed Bill’s cheeks and kissed him sloppily on the mouth. His composure had crumbled leaving a touch-starved wanton man in its wake.

Bill curled his tongue on the inside of Algernon’s mouth, flicking it against his as their teeth clacked together. One of Bill’s hands cradled Algernon’s thigh to his chest while the other wove around the thigh locked over his hip. “I can’t wait to pump my load into ya, have ya dripping for days afterward.”

Algernon nodded absently, his face flushed and mouth parted. His lips were already turning a bruised color from the kissing, which made Bill’s balls ache and cock pulse. Spurred by how blissed out Algernon was, Bill started a rhythmic pace. His dick sliding in smoothly and ending with a buck of his hips before pulling out sharply. Algernon’s back curved beautifully as his arms flung above his head to grip the edge of the table.

Each jerk of Bill’s hips made Algernon gasp and his tits bounce. Bill watched through half lidded eyes before the pressure in his groin became too much, and he increased the speed at which he entered Algernon. This pulled a more strangled noise from the artist and his leg tightened around Bill.

“Oh-oh Bill it’s so good- hmmm! M-More, please!” Algernon had tears welling in his eyes.

“Tell me ya want it. You want my filthy cock buried in ya. No one else’s, just mine.” Bill snarled while humping into Algernon like a dog. The table rocked loudly against the floor as Bill waited for a response out of the moaning mess under him. He felt ready to burst, and from the way Algernon’s cock dripped precum down the shaft and his inner walls tightened up, Bill guessed he was close as well. “I’m waitin’, bitch.”

Bill swatted a hand over one of Algernon’s soft round tits, making the upper class man whine. “Oh fuck! Please Bill I want you to cum in me. Please, please! You’re the only one!”

“Yessss, good slut.” Bill moaned, pistoling his hips in and out, frothing the precum and gun oil in Algernon’s channel. Euphoria hit, making his head swim and chest heave as the thought of finally having Algernon tipped him over. With two thrusts that made Algernon’s teeth clack together, Bill came. A low groan rumbled out of his chest, some spit flying between his clenched teeth, but Bill didn’t stop thrusting until his balls stopped aching.

Bill didn’t realize he had collapsed on top of Algernon until the smaller man slurred that he was flexible but his leg couldn’t hold that position for long. Bill pushed himself off the warm body, nearly stumbling as he looked at the mess on Algernon. He had cum over his own corset and drool ran down his cheek. “Goddamn, I gotta say you look better as a needy whore covered in cum rather than an uptight city bitch.”

As his flaccid cock pulled out of Algernon’s winking hole, Bill watched it intensely. Cum dripped down onto the floor creating a puddle under the table. Bill licked his lips and smeared his dirty cock head over the gaping hole he carved before he grabbed Algernon’s puff tie to wipe his dick off and tuck it away.

After throwing the tie away, Bill planted a few sweet kisses from Algernon’s chest up to his neck. “How does my Princess feel now? Hmm? Liked being fucked by a big man? Told ya you didn’t need that Contessa whore.” Bill’s voice was rough and his chest still heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

Bill swept a stray hair out of Algernon’s face and picked up his monocle, smearing the glass with his finger tips. He placed it on Algernon’s face making the disheveled artist chuckle and mumble a ‘thank you’.

“How about we get you cleaned up? I could use a drink right about now.” Bill suggested while holding his hand out for Algernon to take.

“I can brew some tea, just let me get my balance back.” Algernon hummed while taking Bill’s hand and sitting upright. Bill almost groaned in disgust. Tea was not his idea of a drink.

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