Murder of Crows

Chapter 12; The Date

     Murder of Crows

  

     After a while of staring daggers into the entry door, it finally opened to let in the one William had been waiting for. He cleared his throat, and took a sip of water. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself in front of his date. Bringing a smile onto his face, he stood up as he noticed his date make his way to him.
     "Hello-" Williams' date went to greet him with a handshake, only to be met with an unexpected embrace. "Good evening, darling, lovely to see you made it." He held on tightly before letting go.

    William stared at Y/N in awe; he never did fail to leave him amazed. He looked lovely, as always, but there was something new this time as Willaim knew Y/N was there for him. He smiled giddily, looking longingly into his dates' eyes.
     "No need to be so flush, dear. As good of a look it is on you, I assure you I am just as nervous." That wasn't a lie, William was extremely shy as a kid, and he still was the same anxious person. Only difference now was that he knew how to disguise it as confidence and charisma. He'd admit he was more excited than nervous, though. He knew Y/N extremely well, afterall. He was just excited he could show at least a bit of his yearn for the man tonight.

    William gave Y/N's hand a slight squeeze, and headed to pull the chair across of his own for him. "Oh! Thank you..." The h/c man chuckled nervously. "No problem, my dear."

    "Are you alright, William?" Y/N's voice brought the man back to reality. He lowered his menu to reveal himself to the other. "If i'm with you, I'll always be." William sent a missle- a charming smile- right at Y/N's heart. His aim seemed to be accurate as the h/c-ette exploded in a red flush. He was speechless.
     William chuckled in amusement, and went back to the menu.

  

      A few cups of wine later, and Williams' date was feeling a tad tipsy. William had drank the same, if not more than Y/N, but his alcoholism let onto quite the tolerance. He couldn't get too drunk either, he had to make sure Y/N arrived home safely.
     "Ya know... I'm moving out of my parents soon..." The S/C man gently slurred his words. "Not that I have been living with them my whole life, no! I-I, uhm, moved here after a difficult time with jobs..." He traced off, suddenly uninterested in continuing.

     William rested his head on his palm, staring fondly into his dates' eyes. He looked irresistible even if he was drunk. He always did. He was always just there, as if taunting William- tempting him.
     The brunette's eyes flickered down to his dates' lips, biting his own in anticipation. He yearned to leach onto the others lips, desperate for the friction. But he couldn't. He couldn't take advantage of Y/N while he was under an influence. No, he would be scum. He may be desperate, but he's not going to lose Y/N's trust over it.  He sighed, unwilling to accept the fact he'd have to wait.

     William decided it was time to go as he noticed Y/N eyeing up the remainder of the wine bottle. "I believe that's more than enough, darling." He let out his comforting voice. He ordered the tab, intentful on leaving soon.
     Being a businessman, he had learned to consider all the options and possible outcomes- meaning William was more than prepared for a scenario such as this. He had arrived thanks to Henry's hospitality, meaning William hadn't actually gone in his own car, in case either him, or his date would get to the state Y/N was in.

     "Alright, my dear. I believe I'll be taking you home." William explained to the half asleep man. He nodded his head slightly in response.


    With an arm around Y/N's waist as support, William led both of them to Y/N's car. Once there, William slipped the h/c-ette into the passenger seat, struggling to clip on the seat belt. By now, Y/B was in deep sleep. Finally landing the click, William backed away slightly, but not before stealing a closer look at his date.
    'God, is he gorgeous.' He couldn't help but lift his hand up to the man's flushed cheeks, leaning in closer as his thumb drifted to his bottom lip. William couldn't help but lick his own lips as if they had just disconnected from Y/N's; savoring the flavour. The mans warm breath heated William's already flushed face.

     His body betrayed him as his thumb snaked itself into Y/N's partially opened mouth. He gleefully let his touch wander through the mans mouth, forgetting all his guilt at once. To him, it was absolutely divine. He swabbed Y/N's cheeks from the inside, feeling around his tongue, and memorizing each sensation; especially that of the h/c-ettes saliva.
      He snuck his thumb back out of the mans mouth, noticing drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. He scooped each bit up with his pointer, and middle finger. What he did next shocked even himself.

     He shamelessly thrusted his own fingers deep into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around himself in extreme fervor. He took his fingers out his mouth, and finished cleaning them off. He drew himself closer, but this time to Y/N's exposed neck. As he dipped his head in, he inhaled the intoxicating fumes which was Y/N's scent. With one last inhale, he lightly pecked the mans neck.
      He leaned back, deciding it'd be best to leave it off there.

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Published 7. 17. 22