Hello friendosssss :)

You might be shocked to see an update on here after a couple years of hiatus😅 and unfortunately it's not a real update...
I've been really really struggling with my creativity ever since the pandemic and the only solution that has reignited some of that old spark again is writing very non-committal fanfics😅

Which means this chapter is not a part of the real SILY timeline but instead, a little fic of Howl and Fisher having a study date at his house. And of course, things get naughty because Howl really can't help himself lol And I have another fic of my SILY characters in the works so hopefully I'll have that done and posted soon. Spoiler alert, it's a very dirty foursome between Howl, Fisher, Zoe, and Teddy, so if you've ever wanted to see how that would work, it's coming!

If you want to read more stuff from me, I'm posting on AO3 under the same username! Please leave a comment if you do read! Nothing motivates me more than knowing people are reading and enjoying!
Hopefully, if I really do find my rhythm again, I can return to this story. Literally NOTHING means more to me than SILY and I will do anything I can to keep this story alive!

I LOVE YOU GUYS!! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT YOUVE SHOWN OVER THE YEARS!! 💗💗 }

Wyatt stood at the door with his arms crossed over his chest and his face contorting in a frustrated snarl as Howl stood before him. Despite the cold, Howl wasn't wearing a jacket. He was standing in the snow in skinny, torn, black pants with far too many chains and buckles on them, a sleeveless band tee, and chunky combat boots. With the hint of smudged eyeliner, the face piercings, and the massive tattoo on his forearm, he looked like the emo grim reaper about to haunt their conservative suburban house.

He was Beetlejuice, here to drive everybody mad with that cocky smirk on his face and the mischief in his eyes.

"Let him in," Fisher demanded impatiently from behind his stubborn brother.

Wyatt held Howl's overly confident stare, hoping the delinquent could read every single warning his glowering eyes pierced into him. Wyatt was Fisher's older brother, and as much as he tried to be supportive of this little relationship by allowing Fisher to invite him over, he was still fiercely protective. He didn't want any funny business going on under their father's roof. Fisher was only a kid and it was too risky fooling around in this house.

If their father got even a whiff of debauchery, Fisher would be sent straight to a catholic boarding school to never be seen again. Or worse, some kind of fucked up correction camp....

"You know the rules," Wyatt reminded his little brother as he stepped aside, watching Howl with fiercely precise eyes as he stepped into the house. "I want the bedroom door open and you come when you're called. If you ignore me for even a second, I'm coming up and crashing your little party."

Fisher's shoulders slumped and his lips curled in annoyance. "It's not a party. We're studying. Stop acting like we're wild, sex fiends or something."

Howl smirked at that, placing himself suspiciously close to Fisher as he stared down at him. He towered over him like a looming prophecy of unholy possibilities. It was written all over his face; every fantasy a sex fiend could possibly imagine. Fisher didn't seem to notice it, or maybe he was used to it now, but Wyatt did and it rubbed him the wrong way.

With Fisher so naive and clueless to the thoughts written all over his boyfriend's face, Wyatt worried he would be too easily preyed upon.

That was one of the things Howl liked most about him though. Little did Wyatt know, Fisher liked being prey and Howl loved to pounced.

Wyatt pointed a stern finger in Howl's face, towering over the both of them now as Howl looked up from Fisher and to the intimidating older brother in his face. "I mean it. Touch him in this house and I'll—"

"Oh my god, Wy!" Fisher cried out in pure annoyance. He took Howl's arm and dragged him up the stairs. "Relax, would you?!"

Wyatt bit his tongue to stop anymore nagging from spewing out of him and watching as his little brother dragged his date up to his room. Their parents wouldn't be home all day. He was only one staircase away if anything happened. And Fisher trusted Howl so Wyatt reminded himself that he should too. That was enough for him to relax a little. He didn't need to be Fisher's parent. The kid was old enough and smart enough to take care of himself.

Everything was going to be fine.

Wyatt jolted with alert when another worry pricked at the forefront of his brain.

"No weed in the house, Fisher! Mom and dad will smell it and kill you!" He yelled up the staircase, Fisher and Howl out of sight now.

"God! I know!" Fisher yelled from his room, his voice thick with frustration.

Fisher put his hand on his bedroom door, about to slam it shut so he didn't have to hear Wyatt's constant nagging, but he stopped.

Wyatt reminded him a thousand times not to close the door while he had his boyfriend over. It was supposed to stop them from doing anything untoward, as if he would anyways with other people in the house. Fisher wasn't that bold. Wyatt may have been brave enough to sneak girls into the house for booty calls when he was in high school but Fisher wasn't.

Much the opposite, he was, actually. Even in a private room with the lights off and distracting noise, Fisher was still too shy to touch Howl. And that shyness brought him even more embarrassment than Wyatt assuming they couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

Fisher dropped his hand from the bedroom door and turned to meet Howl's expectant stare. He barely even got a look at him before Howl was caging him against the wall with his hands on Fisher's face and his hips pinning him in place. Howl's mouth came down on Fisher's before he could even catch his breath and Fisher melted at the first touch of his warm mouth and his cold lip piercings against his flushed skin.

Howl's skillful tongue parted Fisher's lips and he licked the inside of his mouth, sending shivers up Fisher's spine as his dick stirred to life beneath his denim. A quiet whimper escaped Fisher's lips, a weak plea that he didn't even know how to express. He didn't know if he wanted Howl to stop so they didn't get in trouble or if he wanted so, so much more.

With a mind of their own, Fisher's hips pressed into Howl's and he couldn't help himself from moaning ever so slightly. Howl smiled against Fisher's lips, bringing one hand down to hold Fisher's hips flush against him so he could feel his building arousal against his hipbone. His other hand held Fisher's jaw and his thumb toyed with his bottom lip, pulling it down to encourage him to open his mouth even wider for him.

Howl tilted his head, delving deeper into Fisher's mouth and buzzing with rapid excitement at how easily Fisher accepted him. His lips, his tongue, his hips, his entire being. Everything that Howl wanted from him, Fisher gave without question. He could feel the way Fisher's fingers fisted the front of his shirt, the way his dick twitched against his hip, and the subtle gasps and moans that escaped with every kiss. Fisher was all his. Entirely.

It was intoxicating.

Howl's mind raced with all the things he could do with something as pliable as his little fish. It didn't matter how unexperienced Fisher was or the fact that he didn't even think he was gay a few months ago, he could probably put Fisher in any position and have his way with him. As long as Fisher felt good, he was putty in his hands. Howl loved nothing more than having a little toy to grope and fuck and pamper as he pleased.

Fisher was made for him.

"You're so fucking hot like this," Howl whispered low and breathy, his nose bumping Fisher's and his breath tickling his lips. He took Fisher's legs and wrapped them around his waist. "Let me fuck you in your bed."

Fisher's heart rate skipped with the shock of Howl's plea and it was just enough to sober him up a little. He put his hands on Howl's shoulders as he was hoisted up against the wall, straightening his arms to keep Howl at bay when he tried to lean in and kiss him again. Howl grunted in annoyance, his hands on Fisher's ass and his eyes glued to Fisher's gently panting mouth and his glistening lips.

"We're supposed to be studying," Fisher whispered, his chest heaving as his eyes pleaded with Howl's.

A wolfish smirk crawled across Howl's face. "I know. We can do that after."

A moment passed as Fisher stared at Howl in shock and Howl stared confidently back.

He couldn't be serious. Did he really enjoy playing with his own mortality that much? Fisher's brother would kill him if he saw them like this.

Fisher pushed Howl off of him with a huff of annoyance, stumbling when Howl finally dropped his feet to the floor again. He bashfully adjusted his semi-erect dick in his pants as he walked away, trying to put his thoughts back on track.

They were studying. Howl would try to distract him from that, Fisher already knew that, but he had to resist. He had to know they could hang out and spend time together without jumping each other's bones. He liked Howl and he liked the dirty things they did together, but he also kind of liked him as a person. He hated to admit it because it wasn't common for people to like him, but Fisher did. He was funny and confident and free spirited. He wanted to see all those parts of Howl that didn't require sex.

Fisher laid on his stomach across his carpeted floor, his textbooks and notebooks opened all around him. Howl admired his boyfriend for a moment, noting the way his waist looked so small in the position he was in and how messy his hair was today. Then his eyes wandered across Fisher's room, taking in all the little details. His computer had an animated Overwatch screensaver that played on loop, there was a Spiderman poster taped above his bed, and pictures of him and his family in nice church clothes on his dresser.

"I'm surprised you don't care about this stuff," Fisher said as he skimmed over pages of their history textbook. "You're actually pretty smart when you do care. You could be top of our class."

Howl snorted a laugh, sliding the door to Fisher's closet open so he could keep snooping. "You know you can't take that back now, right?"

Fisher's eyebrows furrowed and he looked over his shoulder to see Howl rooting through the clothes hung up in his closet. "Take what back?"

Howl pulled a sweatshirt off it's hanger and brought it to his nose, inhaling the familiar smell of fresh fragrance that lingered on Fisher's clothes after he washed them. Howl liked Fisher's cologne and he liked his nature scent even more, but even the soap he used to wash his clothes brought him comfort.

Everything about Fisher brought Howl comfort. Whether he was dirty or clean, mean or nice, Howl liked everything about him.

"You just called me smart," Howl pointed out with a wink and the same cocky smirk that Fisher had gotten so used to.

"Whatever," Fisher scoffed. He turned his attention back to the textbook. "You're still an idiot but you're smart when it comes to school stuff. You just don't apply yourself."

Howl rolled his eyes but didn't bother dismissing the words Fisher meant as an innocent compliment. Howl had been hearing those exact words from all of his teachers all his life. Even his mother had lectured him about the same thing, but he didn't care. Nothing about school or learning interested him. He didn't care about his grades.

He was too interested in people and the world and actually living. He didn't like having his nose buried in a textbook when there were so many things to do and so many people to meet. There was more to learn out there that you couldn't find in any textbooks.

Fisher didn't know he was nagging Howl with the same old crap though, so Howl couldn't hold it against him. He was trying to give him a compliment in his own way. He saw potential in Howl and he was flattered that Fisher would even bother looking that deeply. He was always so avoidant. Howl thought it was nice to know he was actually paying attention to him, despite acting so indifferent towards him all the time.

"You're so wise, little fish," Howl playfully teased.

Howl was suddenly coming down on top of Fisher, grinding his hips into his ass as he nuzzled his face in the crook of Fisher's neck. Fisher flinched at the overwhelming contact, tilting his head away to escape Howl's assault on his neck. Howl took his face in his hand before he could squirm away and planted his lips on him. Fisher froze, eyes wide and heart racing as he remained trapped under Howl's slender, toned, overbearing figure.

Howl's tongue slipped cunningly between Fisher's lips, weaving his tongue piercing between their tangled tongues. Images of Howl swirling that piercing around the head of his swollen cock flashed in Fisher's memory, making his entire body ignite in flames. He gasped against Howl's lips, losing himself to the physical desires his body crazed so intensely.

It wasn't until Fisher felt Howl grind his hips against him that the fog cleared just enough to bring him back to reality. He could feel the hard length of Howl's cock through his jeans and the feeling of it wedged between his ass cheeks got him all hot and bothered and horribly embarrassed in an instant.

Howl was shameless and greedy and too horny for his own good.

Breaking the kiss, Fisher tore Howl's hand off his face and leveled him with a glare. They stared at each other in silence, challenging their opposing stubbornness. The icy cold scowl from Fisher warned Howl to keep his hands to himself. The heated need in Howl's eyes assured Fisher that he'd be begging for him before their little study date was over. They clearly weren't on the same page but they never were.

That's what made their rocky relationship all that more complicated.

"We're supposed to be studying history," Fisher whispered harshly, his breath brushing across Howl's lips.

Those very lips curled into a devious grin as Howl's eyes traveled down the length of Fisher's throat, scorching every inch of his skin on their way. "I'd rather study you," he murmured lowly.

Fisher blushed despite himself, his eyes rolling at both Howl's audacity and his own inability to resist his stupid charm. He gave Howl a hard shove, managing to toss the older boy off of him. Howl tumbled on the floor beside Fisher, the thud of his collapse echoing through the walls of the house. Fisher cursed under his breath, his eyes closing as he said a silent prayer.

It didn't work, because in the next moment, Wyatt's footsteps were stampeding up the stairs.

"What happened? Are you alright?" Wyatt blurted in a panic as he appeared in Fisher's bedroom doorway.

His eyes raked wildly up and down Fisher's body, searching for injury. Nothing seemed out of place, besides the slight flush of red in Fisher's complexion. His attention then shifted to Howl, who laid on his side next to Fisher with his head propped up on one arm. Howl grinned and waved with his free hand, looking all too proud of himself for someone who would otherwise be innocent.

"We're fine, Wy. You're paranoid," Fisher muttered with a tinge of annoyance in his voice, his eyes back to the textbook laid before him.

"I'm not paranoid, I'm just..."

Wyatt's voice trailed off as he realized Fisher might be right. He was paranoid. Their parents would kill Fisher if they found out he had a boyfriend and they would kill Wyatt if they found out he was enabling this relationship. Of course, Wyatt didn't care that his little brother was gay, but he sure as hell was terrified of their parents. Those two had instilled a lot of fear in Wyatt and Fisher growing up. Wyatt couldn't even believe Fisher was brave enough to bring the guy over, even if their parents weren't home.

Wyatt just wanted to be a good big brother. He wanted to watch over him and make sure Howl wasn't doing anything nefarious. He was supposed to make sure he was being treated gently and wasn't being used. It was hard to be the cool, understanding older brother with his paranoia whispering the threats of his parents in his ear. It was all too stressful.

"Okay, just... Call for me if you need anything. I'll be downstairs," Wyatt mumbled awkwardly as he backed out of the room.

"I know," Fisher sighed.

Wyatt trotted back down the stairs, swearing to himself he'd let up a little, leaving Fisher and Howl to stare at each other in silence again. Howl looked so pleased with himself since he didn't get caught groping and kissing Fisher. Wyatt's warnings and rules and paranoia was nothing but a challenge to him. Fisher didn't really care about his brother's useless rules either but at least he could keep his hands to himself. He wasn't an animal.

Fisher shook his head, tearing his eyes away first. Howl chuckled and leaned a bit closer to slip his hand across the small of Fisher's back. He teased his fingers under the hem of Fisher's shirt and felt the little back dimples above his ass that he loved so much. He also loved how soft his skin was, how it was littered in so many little freckles, and how pale he looked against his own, dark complexion.

"Come on, Fish. Lighten up," Howl begged. "I'm just excited to be in your room for the first time. You know how hard it is for me to control myself in public. Imagine how I feel now."

Fisher snorted a laugh. His cheeks were still burning as he felt Howl's fingertips trace those back dimples he always forgot he had. "Yeah, I know, Howl. You're like a giant, untrained puppy. I shouldn't be surprised you're already humping my leg."

Howl threw his head back in a hearty laugh that put a smile on Fisher's face and made his heart flutter wildly in his chest.

When he sobered, Howl scooted closer, slamming Fisher's textbook closed and pulling him closer by his slim waist. Fisher groaned with a dramatic roll of his eyes, because of course, Howl took his teasing as an invitation to get closer. Fisher wanted to be annoyed, or at least look annoyed, but he could feel his already giddy smile spread and dance on his lips as Howl enveloped him.

"I guess I'll just have to bug you until you finally play with me, then," Howl teased. He whimpered like a needy puppy and licked Fisher's ear, grinning happily as the little brunette squirmed in his arms. "Please, Fish, play with me. Play with me."

Fisher giggled as he wiped his ear on his shoulder. He grabbed his textbook again and flipped it open, biting back his uncontainable grin. "Nope. I'd rather study."

Howl slammed the book closed and pushed it away, causing it to slid across the carpet and disappear under Fisher's bed. "Bullshit."

With one swift move, Howl rolled Fisher on to his back and settled in between his legs. He took Fisher's face in his hands and captured him in a deep kiss before he could protest anymore. Fisher moaned against the gentle press of Howl's lips and the teasing tongue that made his head spin. He gripped the front of Howl's shirt to have some tether to keep him from floating away as Howl devoured him.

Fisher could never get over those delicious piercings that tickled him so mercilessly. Howl's snake bite piercings were cold against his mouth but his tongue piercing was warm and slippery, gliding against his own tongue and making him shiver all over.

Howl ground his hips against Fisher's, moaning at the torturous friction that lit his skin on fire. He could feel Fisher growing hard against his pelvic bone and it encouraged him to move again and again, riding his smaller body as they made out on the floor of his bedroom. His cock ached beneath his jeans and his craving for relief was growing untenable. Fisher drove him absolutely crazy.

Taking Fisher's jaw in his hand, Howl tilted his face to the side and trailed wet kisses across his cheek, his jaw, and down his neck. He licked and nipped at his skin on the way, tasting the hint of salt on his skin and moaning at the way Fisher whimpered and shivered under him. He found the sensitive spot just under Fisher's ear and licked him there, making Fisher muffle a pathetic cry behind his hand as he squirmed under him.

"Shh..." Howl whispered against Fisher's skin.

He dragged his hand down Fisher's throat as he sucked at the sensitive skin, holding him in place and applying enough pressure to make him light headed. Fisher whined and attempted to push Howl away when he realized he was leaving a hickey, but Howl's grip on his throat tightened to keep him in place as he nipped at his skin.

"Howl!" Fisher cried behind his hand, his voice breaking with a whimper. "S-Stop! M-My brother..."

"I don't care," Howl growled against Fisher's warm, fair skin.

Howl kept his lips on Fisher's skin as he let go of his throat, dragging his hand down his flat chest and his bony ribcage. He pulled Fisher's shirt up his torso and pinched one of his nipples. Fisher cried behind his hand again, arching his back into Howl's body and panting desperately through his fingers. Howl chuckled at his boyfriend's adorable reactions that fueled his growing need for him.

"I love how sensitive you are," Howl murmured as he brought his lips to Fisher's other nipple.

Howl kissed it gently and swirled his tongue and piercing around the little, pink nub, making Fisher tremble as he bit back another whimper. Howl grinned at the challenge. Fisher was trying to keep quiet so they didn't get caught. One little sound and his brother came running. If that happened again, now, while they were in such a compromising position, Fisher would evaporate with embarrassment. He didn't want to risk it.

Howl, however, loved to live on the edge. Nothing was more exciting than doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.

Howl anchored himself so he was basically kneeling between Fisher's legs and hooked his arm around his slim waist, forcing their hips flush as he took Fisher's nipple between his teeth. Fisher groaned, cupping both hands over his mouth now to brace himself agaisnt Howl's assault. His cheeks looked even more flushed around his pale fingers and his eyes, framed in long, delicate eyelashes, sparkled with brimming tears.

He looked so delectable to the horny monster towering over him.

Fisher dropped his hands just enough to whisper, "if-if he comes upstairs—."

Fisher stopped his plea before he could even finish it, too embarrassed to even imagine the horrid scenario blaring as a warning in his mind. He stole a glance at his open bedroom door, growing more and more horrified but too flustered and distracted to get up and close it with Howl's mouth all over his chest. His head fall back as his eyes closed, his hands covering his whole face to hide his embarrassment.

"You should see yourself right now," Howl purred, running his hands up and down Fisher's skin as he gazed fondly at the lithe body in his arms. "So weak and needy for me, you can't even push me away. Even though you know you should."

Fisher whined and put his hands on the floor to push himself up and out of Howl's grasp. Because he could escape, despite Howl's inflated ego that took up so much of the space between them.

Howl didn't let Fisher get anywhere though. He put his massive, strong hand around Fisher's throat to hold him down and his other hand went to the zipper of Fisher's jeans. If he dared to get up and squirm away, that meant he clearly wasn't weak enough. Howl knew he could fix that though and he was going to. He didn't care about Wyatt or that damn, open door or Fisher's stubbornness.

"Howl," Fisher begged, grasping Howl's wrist with both of his hands.

Fisher didn't push him away though, even though he could. He didn't really want to. He couldn't help but buck his hips against Howl's other hand as it fumbled to frantically open his jeans. When he did, he tugged the denim and his boxers down far enough to expose his cock. Fisher gasped when he felt Howl's long, slender fingers wrap around his already hot, stiff, throbbing erection.

A full body tremble took over Fisher's body as Howl stroked him with a slow, strong, teasing grip. He bit down on his lip to keep another moan from escaping, but when he felt Howl's fingers squeeze the head of his cock and smear his leaked precum across the slit, he couldn't hold back any longer. He bucked against Howl's hand again, bringing his shirt up to add another barrier to muffle his cries behind his hand.

"That's my good boy," Howl purred, stroking Fisher with one hand as his other applied a little more pressure to the arteries on either side of Fisher's neck.

Fisher could feel himself get light headed from both the pleasure and the hand around his throat and he happily leaned into it, giving himself up to the pure bliss. He didn't care about getting caught by his brother anymore. He still muffled his moans and his cries but he didn't think about it. All he could think about was Howl's hands and his husky voice and his complete control of his pleasure.

Fisher felt his precum leak down his cock and slip between Howl's fingers, creating a bit of lubricant that made his strokes even more fluid. Fisher moaned and bucked his hips, chasing that sweet high that had him losing his mind. Howl could read him easily and spit on the head of Fisher's cock, using his strokes to spread it down his cock and lather him in his salvia and his own precum.

"You're so hard, Fish. You feel good?" Howl whispered, bringing his mouth down to Fisher's perky nipples again. Fisher cried out at the contact and arched into him, his cock pulsating eagerly between his fingers. "Tell me you feel good, Fish. I want to hear you."

Fisher whined as he shook his head. A tear escaped his closed eyes and slid down his temple to get lost in his curly hair. His hands trembled over the fabric of his shirt as he held it over his mouth.

Howl didn't stop his hand on his boyfriend's cock as he used the other to tear Fisher's hands off of his mouth. His shirt fell back over his chest, leaving his pale, contracting stomach exposed as he thrusted desperately into Howl's hand. His lips were parted as he panted, his eyes fluttering open to look through his brimming tears and long eyelashes at the man hovering over him.

"You're so fucking pretty, Fisher. Tell me it feels good to fuck my hand," Howl demanded, his voice griseled with his own, building need.

Fisher nodded as his eyes fluttered shut again and his head tilted back in euphoria. "It-It feels good, Howl. P-Please... Please, make me come."

Howl moaned at Fisher's lewd begging and leaned over him to capture his lips again. Fisher gasped into his tender kisses, his wrists locked between Howl's fingers but squirming desperately as he rode his hand. The pleasure was building and building inside of Fisher, making his tongue lazy and sloppy against Howl's as all thoughts went straight to his dick. He wanted to kiss him, wanted to touch him, wanted to breathe, but all he could think about was coming.

"Howl.. Howl, please," Fisher moaned softly.

Fisher thrusted into Howl's slim fingers as his orgasm drew closer and closer. He was rock hard, pulsating with need. His balls drew up against his body as the tense pulled tight in his body. Howl kissed him hard and moaned into his warm mouth but all Fisher could do was whine softly against his lips as he felt his orgasm approach. Howl's fingers were so skilled, coaching that orgasm closer and closer with every purposefully stroke.

"Such a sweet little thing, aren't you, baby?" Howl whispered as he nuzzled against his ear, which he knew was sensitive. Fisher whimpered, tilting his head away as more precum dripped down his cock and added to Howl's rough strokes. "Will you look at me, baby? Look at me when you come.."

Fisher buried his face in his shoulder, unable to escape or hide the little noises that escaped him as he felt his orgasm coming faster and faster. He couldn't last any longer. It felt too good. Howl's hand on his cock was so big and rough, his voice so husky and filthy, his breath on his ear so ticklish that it made his whole body ignite in goosebumps.

"H-Howl.." Fisher cried in a desperate whisper. He gasped as the approaching wave of his orgasm started to take him. "I-I'm coming, I-I'm coming.. Please.."

Howl didn't stop his stroking as he let go of Fisher's wrists and took his chin in his hand, forcing Fisher to look him in eyes as he climaxed. He watched the orgasm hit him, a smile spreading proudly across his features as Fisher's lips fell open in euphoria and his cock coated his hand in warm cum. He loved feeling Fisher's cock pulsate in his hand. He loved watching his eyes roll back in his head and his breath freeze in his lungs as he forgot to breathe.

How was he ever going to get sick of this view? It seemed impossible. Fisher was far too adorable for his own good. He was too fun to ruin.

"You're such a good boy, fish," Howl praised, his hand slowing on Fisher's cock as he rang out the last of his orgasm. Fisher panted, his softened eyes darting between Howl's as he soaked in his praise. "You're always so good, coming all over yourself for me. Even on your bedroom floor, laid out in front of the open door like a little slut, just waiting to get caught."

Fisher couldn't get any redder if he tried as he tilted his head, looking at the open door of his bedroom that led to the empty hallway or their second floor. He was beyond relieved that Wyatt hadn't caught them yet. Even if he didn't hear them, he could've just appeared to "check in on them" or something with how much he had been hovering.

They got lucky.

Fisher finally had something to thank god for.

Howl pampered Fisher with sweet kisses all over his face, neck, and torso as he recovered from his orgasm. He slid his tongue across Fisher's stomach to lap up the cum littering his skin. Fisher's face warmed with both arousal and embarrassment as he watched Howl clean him up so lewdly. He had such a big tongue and that piercing dragging across his skin almost awoken his softening cock all over again.

Everything about Howl made Fisher's body come alive in ways he didn't even understand.

"Okay, that's enough," Fisher whispered as he pushed at Howl's shoulders to put some distance between them. "You've had your fun. It was too risky. We should really study now."

Fisher went for his jeans and boxers, attempting to pull them back up before Howl caught his wrist and stopped him. "Oh, little fish, I am not done with you yet."

Fisher's eyes widened. "Wh-What? N-No! That's it! There's no way we won't get caught if we keep going!"

Howl straightened his posture to go for his belt, swiftly loosening it and then going for the button and zipper of his jeans. Fisher's eyes were fixed on his skilled fingers, still wet with his cum and pulling his own erection free from his pants. Even in his massive hand, his cock was long and thick and impossibly hard. Veins pulsated under the surface of his length, begging for relief as Howl's long fingers teased them with slow strokes.

Fisher gulped, completely forgetting his train of thought as he watched Howl touch himself. His eyes took in all of him. His face and ears burning hot as he admire Howl's generous length, the faint, dark happy trail that disappeared under his shirt, and the muscles in Howl's toned forearms that flexed as he stroked himself. Everything about him was so hot and intimidating and mouth-watering. Fisher couldn't understand why Howl bothered toying with him when he looked... like that.

"You're making me self conscious," Howl growled as he came down on top of Fisher, caging him between himself and the floor again.

"Y-You have nothing to be self conscious about," Fisher blurted in a panic.

With Howl hovering over him again, his massive band tee and silver necklace was hanging off his body and giving a clear view down his shirt. Fisher looked shamelessly, feeling his heart race at the sight of Howl's faint abs flex and his nipples harden as he played with himself. Very little light actually made it down his shirt and he was already dark skin, but Fisher could see enough to get all hot and bothered again.

"You think I'm hot?" Howl asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Fisher shamelessly check him out.

Fisher nodded before he could even think about it, his eyes meeting Howl's again. He spotted that cocky smirk on Howl's face and felt even more embarrassed now that he realized he was teasing him.

Howl knew he was hot. It was obvious by the way he carried himself and talked to people that he knew he was beyond attractive. He just wanted to hear Fisher admit it and Fisher was embarrassed to give Howl the satisfaction.

"You should thank your super hot boyfriend for making you come," Howl purred as he moved. He took Fisher's legs in his hands and folded him in half, exposing Fisher's ass as he stroked himself. Fisher didn't realize what he was doing until it was too late. "You should also thank your super hot boyfriend for fucking you so good on your bedroom floor."

"W-Wait, Howl—" Fisher quietly cried, reaching desperately his boyfriend but having no strength to push him away when he finally got a hand on his hip.

Before Fisher could stop him, Howl was lining himself up with Fisher's puckered hole and pushing the head of his cock into him. A cry got caught in his throat as Fisher felt the warm head of Howl's cock push into him. He slapped his hand over his mouth again to keep any other noises from escaping as Howl pushed in a little further.

Howl stopped when he felt too much resistance and cursed at how warm and tight Fisher's little hole was. He pulled back until the head of his cock teased the rim of Fisher's hole and chuckled at how Fisher's body reacted to him. He could feel him trembling under him and could feel his muscles squeeze the head of his cock like he was desperate to suck him back in.

"That's it, baby," Howl whispered as he pushed in again, moaning against the back of his teeth as Fisher's body happily accepted him a little deeper. "You can take it, fish. I know you take it so well for me."

Howl set a gentle pace of smooth thrusts as he stretched out Fisher's hole to get use to him. He really was sucking him in with every thrust, taking him deeper and deeper until Howl's hips were flush against Fisher's pale, tight ass. Fisher clawed at the skin of Howl's hip as they stayed pressed against each other, desperate for something to anchor himself on as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

Howl weaved his fingers between Fisher's and pinned it down on the carpet, locking eyes with Fisher as they settled against each other. Fisher's eyes had even more tears in them now, his cheeks wet from the ones that had already fallen. Howl leaned down and kissed his cheeks dry, running his lips gently across the knuckles covering his mouth and hiding his little whimpers.

"You okay, baby boy?" Howl whispered sweetly, looking sincerely into Fisher's eyes.

More tears spilled from Fisher's eyes as he nodded, his ass clenching around Howl's length, as if silently begging him to move. Howl kissed one of Fisher's eyes and then the other, squeezing his hand tight as he began moving his hips. He was slow at first but he could tell Fisher was used to him now and he couldn't resist picking up the pace until he was slamming into him.

Fisher muffled his otherwise loud cries as he threw his head back, riding out Howl's harsh thrusts as he managed to batter Fisher's sensitive prostate over and over again. He cringed at the noises of Howl's hips hitting his ass and his cock assaulting his hole. The sound of flesh was too loud to hide and Fisher could do nothing to stop it with Howl's hips driving him mad. All he could do was brace himself against Howl's rapid assault and pray to god that Wyatt was too busy to hear what was going on.

"I'm sorry, Fish," Howl panted, resting his forehead against the brunette's as he bucked into him. "I need you so badly, baby. I can't stop. I needed to fuck you so bad."

Fisher could feel those filthy words tickle their way down his spine and settle in his renewed erection. The poor thing was wedged between his legs and his stomach at the angle that Howl had folded him. He couldn't get to it without letting go of Howl's hand or letting out his uncontrollable moans. All he could do was writhe under his boyfriend as his cock leaked and smeared precum all over his stomach. It felt too good to move. He didn't want to do anything to risk losing the way Howl was hitting his prostate so perfectly.

Howl didn't want their fun to be interrupted if Wyatt heard the familiar sound of slapping skin so Howl tried to maintain his harsh thrusts without slamming his hips into Fisher's. It barely worked. Howl was too wound up and desperate and his cock was even more needy, begging him to drive deeper and deeper into his boyfriend. Howl resisted and restrained himself, trying his best to keep their love making quiet so he could enjoy his little fish for as long as he pleased.

Fisher seemed to relax as the noise became less and less of a concern. His body loosened, accepting Howl's burning, steel rod of a cock so easily that he was gliding in and out of him without resistance. Howl growled low in his chest at the euphoric feeling and brought his lips to Fisher's neck, planting more wet kisses there. He licked and sucked at his neck, biting down when he thrusted his hips hard and fast into Fisher's warm, little hole.

Stars exploded behind Fisher's eyelids as he came all over again, painting his stomach and thighs in his cum. Howl could feel Fisher's body as he orgasmed in the way he clenched hard around his cock and shivered from head to toe. Howl cursed through gritted teeth as his felt his own orgasm crashing into him. He wanted to hold back. He wanted to resist. But he had no control over this barbaric pleasure taking over his body.

"I'm coming, Fish.. I'm gonna come inside you. Be a good boy and take it," he hissed a warning.

He bit down hard on Fisher's shoulder as he thrust as deep into him as he could, letting his lithe body milk his exploding cock. His hips ground greedily against Fisher's as he tried to bury his cum deep inside his body. It was as if his cock was desperate to impregnate him, dumping load after load of warm cum into his tight channel. Fisher whimpered at the lewd feeling, squeezing Howl's hand as he rode out their shared orgasms.

"Fish! Are you guys hungry?" Wyatt yelled from the bottom of the steps. Howl and Fisher froze, their wide eyes meeting in silent panic. "I'm ordering take out if you want anything."

Fisher dropped his hands from his mouth, his eyes begging Howl for a way out of this as his mind went completely blank. He didn't know what to do. Wyatt's rules rang as a horrid reminder in his head.

Come when you're called. If you ignore me for even a second, I'm coming up to crash your little party.

That's what he said. Fisher had to answer him or they were both screwed.

"Say something," Howl whispered desperately, sitting up with stuff himself back in his jeans and right himself. "Answer him!"

"Uhh.. N-No!" Fisher yelled back, his voice abnormally high pitched and cracking awkwardly from his sheet panic. "We're not hungry?"

His hands fumbled over his own clothes, trying to right himself as he heard Wyatt begin to ascend the stairs. Howl planted a kiss on Fisher's cheek before he jumped up and bolted towards the bathroom connected to Fisher's room. Fisher watched him leap away, his cheeks furiously hot with pure embarrassment.

Howl disappeared just in time, because just as the bathroom door shut, Wyatt appeared in the doorway of Fisher's bedroom. "Are you sure, Fish? I'm thinking Panda Express, and I know it's your favorite."

Fisher brought his knees up to his chest as he sat awkwardly in the middle of his room, forcing the most uncomfortable smile across his reddened face. "N-No, really... I'm not hungry."

Wyatt cocked his eyebrow, looking suspiciously over his little brother and examining the flustered state of him. The collar of his shirt was tugged to one side, revealing a reddened spot on his throat and the indents of a bite mark. His face was abnormally red and his breath was suspiciously heavy as he stared desperately back at Wyatt.

A muscle jumped in Wyatt's jaw as he clenched it so hard he thought his teeth might crack. "Get up," he demanded.

Fisher gulped, feigning ignorance as he anxiously tapped his knees. "Wh-Why? I'm comfortable down here."

"I'm sure you are. Get up," Wyatt demanded again.

A defeated sigh fell off Fisher's chest as he pushed himself off the floor. His legs wobbled under his weight, weak from his mind numbing orgasm. He could feel Howl's cum drip down his thighs and the feeling made him blush as much as it made him cringe.

Instead of approaching Fisher, Wyatt went for his bathroom door and swung it open. Howl was standing there, leaning against the sink, his eyes going wide when he saw Wyatt glaring at him. He put his hands up, about to try to defend himself, but Wyatt grabbed him by the front of his shirt before he could spit anything out.

"Out!" Wyatt shouted as he shoved Howl towards the door of Fisher's bedroom. He leveled Fisher with a glare. "He is not allowed over here anymore."

Fisher guffawed, his shoulders slouching as he glared at his brother. "You're not my dad. You don't get to make that decision."

"You're right, I'm not your dad. He would have kicked you out of this house, right alongside your little boyfriend, if he had walked in to see you like this. Then where are you gonna go, huh, Fish?"

When Wyatt realized Howl hadn't left, he shot the kid a fiery glare and closed in on him. "Out, Howl!"

Howl didn't argue. He turned on his heels and rushed out of the room, Wyatt hot on his tail to make sure he walked out the front door and went home. Fisher groaned in annoyance and chased after them, stumbling down the stairs when his knees buckled. He was still flustered and weak but he was too mad to let Wyatt walk around, forcing commands at everyone.

"I thought you would be supportive," Fisher argued at Wyatt's back as he followed him and Howl through the house. "You said you didn't give a shit that I'm gay."

"I don't give a shit, Fish. I'm trying to protect you! What are you gonna tell dad when he sees hickey's all over your neck?"

Howl cringed with the overwhelming guilt sitting like tar in his gut. He fell out the front door before Wyatt could physically throw him out, hugging himself against the rush of cold, winter air pricking at his skin. He turned back briefly to see Wyatt and Fisher in the entrance of their home, challenging each other with heated glares. Fisher broke the staring contest first to watch Howl leave, his eyes softening with guilt.

"I'm sorry," Fisher mouthed.

The corner of Howl's lips curled as the distance between them grew. "I love you," he mouthed back.

Fisher's face flushed again and a smile itched behind his teeth so fiercely that he had to curl his lips between his teeth to keep it hidden. It didn't work. Howl could see it and Wyatt could see it.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Wyatt stared disappointedly down at Fisher. That red mark on his neck was getting darker by the second and he could still see the indents of Howl's teeth in the pale flesh of his collarbone.

"You're a moron," Wyatt scolded.

Fisher's smile dropped as he remembered his brother was still hovering over him. He glared up at him through his lashes. "Dad's not gonna know. He's not even here."

"Look at your neck, Fisher! If you're gonna get freaky under his roof, you have to be smarter than this! Dad never caught me," Wyatt argued.

"Oh, congratulations," Fisher mocked in a bored tone, rubbing the warm spot on his neck where Howl had sucked on his skin.

Maybe he really wouldn't be able to hide the hickey and maybe his father would be upset, but he didn't have to know it was a boy who had given it to him. And he especially didn't have to know that it happened in his bedroom. Wyatt was right that his father would blow a gasket if he knew the whole story.

Fisher would just.... Keep his mouth shut. No matter how many questions the old man asked. It's not like he ever said a lot to his father anyways. He didn't have to know anything that would put Fisher at risk.