America's Sweetheart.
On my life I haven’t written smut in nearly a year, but this piece of art was great inspiration ✨💗
Pairing: Butchlander (Billy Butcher x Homelander)
Fandom: The Boys
Warnings: NSFW; smut (MDNI) | dubious consent | blood | unbeta’d
“Lalo. What are you doing?” It doesn’t really sound like a question. And the tone is accusatory. Lalo, laying like a starfish at the bottom of the ocean on the brand new rug, smiles, tilting his head back to look up at his esposo. His esposo. So beautiful, standing there, all sharp eyes with a little pout, a box that’s probably heavy yet carried so easily. His strong esposo. When will he get tired to call him that? It’s been only a week and that new title has failed to annoy him despite the incalculable number of times it echoes in his mind. Lalo straighten up just enough to lean on his left forearm. “Com’ here baby” he says has his other hand caress the fluffy rug. “I just finished unpacking it, and you have to lay on it at least once in your life.” Nacho raises an eyebrow, doubtful. “Com’ on cariño, stop thinking for a minute. That’s all you’ve been doing for like, a month! Just come here.” Nacho sighs and leaves the box on a nearby furniture, a heavy thump echoing. And then Nacho is right beside him, and they soon both are laying there, in their almost empty bedroom, soon to be their new home, a common home. Seconds ticks by as they stare at the ceiling. “Fuck.” Lalo turns his head to look at Nacho who sighs again. “I hate this carpet, i hate it since you showed me that pic of it in that stupid magazine, but fuck it does feel great.” Lalo pushes himself back on his forearm again, a gigantic grin on his face. “I told you. Imagine when you’ll wake up in the morning and the first thing your feet will touch is this sweet paradise” “Oh shut up, you were right, ok? Now stop speaking about the damn rug.” “And you know, about the one I wanted to put in the bathroom-“ Nacho groans as he suddenly sits up and comes down on him in a rush, capturing Lalo's mouth, strong arms encircling him, as his esposo kisses him with vigor and mad affection, short circuiting his brain. The kiss melts into something sweeter pretty fast, the irritation leaving Nacho as time slows. It's just the both of them, together, lost in the bliss, on that stupid rug they argued over for days. Nacho breaks the kiss slow and tender, and they simply look at each other, small smiles softening their expressions. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.” Nacho says. “But i won’t tolerate more laziness. So com’ on, baby, get up from this horrific rug and help me carry the stuff inside.” Lalo looks at Nacho as he gets back to his feet and turns around to pick up the box he abandoned earlier. Lalo stays there a few more seconds, looking at his esposo until he disappears further behind a wall. His strong, beautiful and smart esposo. He’ll definitely never get tired of this new title.
