A world for the two of us

with my old account gone, I lost the second half or so to this fic so yes, may take a lil before I feel like re-doing... please be nice ^_~
And yes everythings all clear for repost!

Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't sue ^_^

And just for conveniance, Ive merged all the upto chapters so far into the one page. All it needs is a lil addition on the end, then the next chapter(s)are the end(ings?)

CONTAINS SPOILERS AND PROBABLY TYPOS
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It was a trying journey... that much Henry was sure of.
At first it began with himself being imprisoned in his own apartment, plagued by obscure nightmares.
His door was locked from the inside by a number of strong chains, and in clear red letters were the words ‘don’t go out. Walter’.
He couldn’t call out for help, or even batter on the windows. No one ever could here him, or see him for that matter. And after five long days of the torture, a bizarre hole appeared in his bathroom. For Henry, that meant ‘freedom’ at the time. A way out of this exile from the living world. Aside from the fact he could have a peep at Eileen every now and then … that and some human shapes walking about the streets just outside his front window.
So after pulling out a pipe from his once simple and clean bathroom wall, he plunged into the eerie depths, unknowingly sealing himself further into the fate ‘Walter’ originally had in mind.
The events after that became steadily more horrific. Cynthia was brutally murdered and engraved on her own bosom. Jasper caught alight after seeing ‘the devil’, carving in the numbers himself, or so it seemed. Some strange man Henry couldn’t really remember met his end at water prison, some more numbers ensued. And then, after finally seeing a familiar ‘fully human’ face. Richard met his grizzly end in his own room, downed executioner style, by the electric chair, trademarked on his forehead. It hurt Henry deep inside, these brutal deaths, and all caused by one man, and his ‘moronic’ ideals. Walter.
The man even almost had Eileen downed, it was lucky he had himself intervened. Though in the end what was it for? After being so close to solving this complex equation. Eileen ‘disappeared’, with some odd sense of powerful ‘pity’ for the mass murdering fiend.
And so now Henry made his way cautiously through the ‘apartment’ world. He could hardly call it his apartment complex anymore…
And without Eileen and her constant (annoying) bantering, he felt himself thinking about all this; in-between slaying the double headed freakish beings, and other monstrous assortments.
Strangely enough, he felt the tiniest twinge of pity towards Walter too. Though he wasn’t about to get himself killed over it. The poor man had it tough… too bad. If only things didn’t work out this way, perhaps Walter and he could have been friends. They were the same age (or would have been…), except if Walter had lived to be Henry’s age, maybe he could have been more successful.

Henry’s thoughts went on. Remembering the way Walter had gazed at him all those freaky moments. Perhaps those smiling, attention craving eyes were just a ploy to make Henry more ‘psyched’ out. But even though Walter had chased him often, he never felt ‘threatened’ per say. Other then taking one or two bullets to the butt and hearing Walter cackle at it, he never sustained any seriously dangerous wounds.
“It’s just not my time yet” Henry muttered, rebutting the implications his brain was putting over him.
But his brain only replied with ‘well, he never tried to cause any wounds to stop you from roaming about either did he?’
“Arg, I haven’t got time for this” Henry moaned, grasping his axe firmly as he turned a fleshy looking corner.
Empty.
“That’s odd”. He began to worry; the place always seemed to be crawling with those abominations. And yet for what seemed like ages, he hadn’t come across a dog, a patient…ANYTHING.
“Where the hell is everyone” Henry then whispered, feeling extremely paranoid, as if he were about to walk into some trap.
He idly turned the nearest door knob. Etching to be in some sort of confined walls. Granted if no monsters roamed about, he felt more secure being surrounded by four (rusted, bloody and caged) walls.
The door squealed as he pushed it open, the familiar scent of decayed blood wafting into his nostrils. ‘I’m so going to need to see a psychiatrist over this, though I’ll probably just get locked up, I can’t even believe all this’. Henry pondered, seating himself on a filthy looking couch nearby.
The couch too, groaned in protest, but Henry was too exhausted, both mentally and psychically, to care about some dumb couch.
Now his brain leapt back into the vicious cycle it had been in moments before. Walter.
The man had invaded his very being now, and yet why did he feel strangely compelled to see that man again? And without murderous intentions towards him too... Henry knew he should hate the man, for taking away so many ‘somewhat’ innocent lives for his own personal gain. For making himself, the quiet life spectator Henry, go through all this.

“Why do I have to pity such a man? My life sucked, and I never went on a murderous rampage! Although, I never grew up in some traumatising cult’s orphanage either…”
Henry slapped himself into reality.
“Better finish this, then, I can wonder about this whole mess” He said finally, content at hearing only silence accompanying his conversation. Until…
Tip.Tap.Tip.Tap. Creeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak.
Henry whizzed about in a flash, coming face to face with the very man himself.
“Walter” Henry growled in a more menacing voice then he ever knew he had in him.
Walter merely lounged against the doorframe, twirling a hand gun on the fingers of his other hand. Whilst the other hand helped keep him steady against the framework.
“Well, well, well, Henry, my boy! I haven’t seen you in awhile, how I’ve missed you!” Walter cooed, stepping all the way through and into the room. The door shut on its own accord with a click. It was now locked. Leaving the two men trapped in a relatively small space.
“Enough games Walter, where’s Eileen?” Henry scowled, preparing his own pistol if need be.
“The woman? I really don’t see why you care much for that self absorbed whore, undeserving of your attentions really… but don’t worry, she’s still alive…for now” Walter added, dismissing Henry’s concern with a mere flick of his hand.
“So you’ve finally come to finish me off then?” Henry smirked, knowing full well he was not going to give up without a fight. Life spectator or not, he wouldn’t ever be able to ponder breaking out of his shell if he were dead.
“On the contraire my suspicious friend, I have something new in mind this time.” Walter cooed back once more, taking a quick stride that caught Henry completely off guard. In no time, the blue coated man had his arms wrapped around the startled brunette, locking the others arms into place.
“It’s really too bad you have to go Henry, we could’ve been something special” He whispered, leaning in close towards Henry’s ear. Henry only shuddered in response. His heroics drained out of him completely, and his brain sent back into a whirlwind of thoughts and possibilities.
“But maybe we could work around this little issue, granted I get your cooperation my dear Henry…”

“What the hell are you on about!?” Henry finally replied in panic, trying to struggle against the mans surprisingly strong embrace. Walter however didn’t even seem to require much effort to stop Henry’s thrashing about. Guess being dead and in total control of your own realm of pure insanity gave some extra benefits.
“I’m talking about this Henry” Walter breathed heavily into Henry’s ear. Pushing them both back a few steps until the back of the couch locked Henry’s backside to the furniture, and his pelvis against Walters.
But before Henry could attempt to question the move further, Walter ground himself against the seemingly naïve man. Leaving Henry flushed in a matter of seconds.
“You getting it yet?” Walter groaned. Rubbing himself harshly against the blushing ‘bride’ of sorts. Well Walter thought that phrase seemed most biffiting... Henry only responded with turning his face abruptly to the side, trying to hide himself away under his short bangs of hair.
“What’s the matter? Where did all the tough guy talk go?” Walter cackled, laughing at the obviously submissive nature of the man. Sure, Henry became the final chosen one on his list. But after chasing the little man about, and getting to know him ‘somewhat’, he felt himself falling for him. He was beautiful, shy, and in obvious need of some loving, no man of his age should still have a big fat ‘VIRGIN’ sign hanging over his head. And soon, Walter would have Henry for his own, and if everything worked out, he would have Henry for his own - for ever and ever and ever…
“Come on now gorgeous, don’t be shy” He teased, adding so much force against the man that they both flipped over the couch, and tumbled into an uncollected heap near the opposing wall.
Walter content that at least he was the one who lay on the top, straddling the waist of the receiver of wisdom.
“You’re out of your mind Walter, I’d never…!” Henry finally snapped out, having gathered enough nerve to vent out his statement. But it was easily drowned out by the lips crushing his own with brute force.
And as such the rest of his ‘honour’ restoring speech came out in nothing but a muffled heap.
“You talk more then MOST women, honestly”, Walter muffled in return, pulling his face away a few millimetres so that at least his words could be comprehendible.
Though barely a moment later he was attacking Henry’s soft lips with his own, pleased at feeling the sensations he thought had been left after his mortal body was left in the other world. The human world, which was ironically the world he knew his soon-to-be lover would crave to be a part of, for the rest of his days. Even if he offered Henry the promise of immortality to lie beneath his feet, if the receiver couldn’t relinquish the mundane existence of ‘normality’, well…
As Walter continued his onslaught, Henry’s mind was still spinning faster then anything in existence. Despite how often he had been telling himself that he hated this man, despised him with every morale fibre of his body, he didn’t have the willpower to fight against the current happenings. He was enjoying it, no doubt on that. The attentions he was receiving from this monster was something that he had thought wasn’t alive in him. Sure, Henry had a couple of unsuccessful relationships, but he never felt that they had any flare, any feeling put into it, any effort what so ever. Yet somehow Walter had captivated this inner part of him, worked it to his advantage; so here he was, allowing the pleasurable exchanges of love to continue. And damn, it made him wonder if he was engaging in some bizarre form of necrophilia. This man was dead after all. His own suicide - victim number 11. Amazingly enough the fact he was getting these feelings from a man wasn’t bothering him. After feeling nothing special, even from having opportunities to eye Eileen – which he never cared for unless she was dressed or well covered, he probably figured he must’ve been a gay in denial for a long time.
Walter broke free from the kisses yet again.
“You know Henry” He smiled, tapping the mans nose cheekily with his finger. “Real men don’t clamp their mouths shut!”
“Ah…” Henry yelped out in slight surprise, realizing that time didn’t exactly stop when one was lost in their own separate world.
“Too cute” Walter chuckled, wondering how Henry could still retain such an adorable innocence, even through his own cesspool of corruption. Though what encouraged Walter even more was the fact that Henry was hardly denying him. In fact, he felt as if he were being welcomed, as if the beauty before him never even got to see the bliss in another’s company. It made Walter deeply wish that they could have met under different circumstances.
He once again went for Henry’s lips; still to shy to part for him. No matter how hard he tried to imply his intentions. Finally deciding the man wasn’t about to free his inner desires too soon, Walter moves one hand from along Henry’s side, to grope harshly at his hardening member. The reaction was just as Walter predicted, Henry gasped at the touch, leaving his mouth an easy target now. And Walter didn’t look this gift horse in the mouth. His tongue quickly invaded the others territory, coaxing it to take part in the duel.
And poor little Henry, getting so swept up in the moment, quickly obliged with no question. Running his tongue against the exploring one that belonged to Walter.
“Mmmm” Walter groaned hungrily, feeling his pants tighten painfully. He hungered for more from his angel, and if he kept the ball rolling, his own desires - in this respect, would be willingly granted.
“You’re so beautiful Henry, you know that don’t you?” He whispered, edging away from his beloved’s face so that he could nip lightly at his neck. Henry smiled at the comment, buying into every word sent his way. He even relished as the air began to waft in his opening shirt, curtesy of Walter fast moving fingers.
Walter smirked inwardly. Content that Henry was in no way planning on doing a runner, he took his other arm so that he could happily grasp at his sides. Giving him more freedom to play with both nipples.
Henry gasped and writhed somewhat as Walter toyed with one in his mouth. Using his fingers to provide the attention for the other one. And once he felt satisfied at the reactions he was receiving, he quickly delved lower, leaving wet kisses as he edged himself southwards down his partners body.
Feeling somewhat self conscious now, Henry set himself up against his elbows, his face layered with a fresh blush covering.
“Don’t lose your nerve now sweetheart, the rest of your body is just as impressive as I expected it to be.” Walter reassured, not about to stop his course of action. Henry, though still flushed and propped on his elbows, didn’t attempt to prevent Walter and his obvious sweet-talking burst his cloud of content. Thus Walter seeing this as a green light, he tugged at Henry’s zip, annoyed that it seemed to jam half way down. But just as he was about to rip off the offending item, he felt Henry’s hand snake under his own.
“You kind of have to do it this way…” Henry let out at a barely audible level, wondering if his face would ever go back to its usual skin coloured tinge. A short tug of war with the zip later, and it came down.
Walter figured he needed to keep pursuing the game, and not allow a minor technicality ruin the moment.
He nuzzled the white underwear with his nose, trying not to laugh at the second obvious point of being a Virgin. Men in tight denim should have underwear-‘ing’ outlawed.
“Wha-at?” Henry kind of coughed at as he trembled nervously against the playful displays from Walter.
“Nothing” Walter sneered, gazing away from his lovers captivating eyes.
“Well, these have all got to go” He said definitely, ridding the jeans, and the underpants, and the shoes and the socks, in an assortment of shuffling, shifting and awkward positions such a feat required.
“I’m not going to lie down on that!” Henry squeaked, breaking the naughty ‘romance’ mood as the both somehow ended up standing.
Walter rolled his eyes, despite the face they were well on the way of ‘basking in each others glory’; Henry was still all pish-posh about a few scrapes of dirt and blood on the rug below.
“Baby” Walter laughed lunging at Henry and flinging him over his shoulder.
“What the hel-OW!” Henry gasped, as Walter spanked his bottom with some force to it.
“Couldn’t resist…” was the only reply Henry got back from his captor.
Walter plodded awkwardly down the hall, frustrated and eager to keep on going with his dear. Finally he reached a door and kicked it open. Much to his relief, it was a simply furnished bedroom, and luckily the bed didn’t seem to have much damage. Sure the sheets were a little yellow, but it was nicer then the rug.
“I don’t want to AH!?” Henry was about to complain, before Walter threw him carelessly on the just as angrily squeaking bed below.
“You complain more too… but I love you anyway” Walter laughed, throwing his blue coat and shirt onto the ground before Henry could further on some more words. The phrase immediately hit Henry where he felt it. That was the first time since this started, that either one had so blatantly expressed the feelings he knew he wanted to so sorely offer back.
“Walter…” Henry cooed, his mind shut down from rational thinking.
“Coming babe” Walter replied bluntly, already letting go of any formalities. He undressed himself in record time and virtually pounced Henry, bouncing them both around the spongy mattress in a fit of child-like giggles.
“Now where were we” Walter stated as he was once again atop of a now naked Henry.
Henry was about to say something but Walter shook his head with a grin. The poor boy didn’t seem to get that he wasn’t asking a question in hopes of a verbal answer… a sensible verbal answer at that.
He moved back down Henry’s body that had now relaxed back into the sheets. He eyed the erect member before him, laughing at the idea that a man with such a great physique could remain so shy.
But giving it no further thought he sealed his lips around the tip, licking and sucking as if he were gorging himself on some delectable treat. Henry thrusted instinctively into the welcoming sensations, as Walter quickly snapped his hands to keep the bucking hips down.
After finishing with that one area for now, he lapped eagerly along the sides of Henry’s shaft, before toying with the tight sacs right at the base of his tongues journey. Henry felt like he was about to scream at the feelings. And he only assumed his already loud mewls and groans were only fuelling the assault Walter was inflicting.
He was right, and Walter, not wanting to disappoint his keening ‘victim…’ he went back up and took Henry in whole.
“SH--IT!” Henry gasped out in chocked sobs of bliss, his mind too shrouded up to think of anything else. Walter worked his magic like a pro, and Henry couldn’t help but continue to submit. He wanted this now more then anything else his mind could try to think of. Even the thought of a brutally bleeding Eileen couldn’t enter his cares right now. Nothing mattered, Eileen, his future, the sake of the world! It all seemed to pale in comparison to what was happening this very second.
Then as soon as Henry felt his nether regions burning, the mouth left him, and the cold breeze whipped him into reality.
“Wah…what gives?” Henry managed to whimper out, already missing the warmth that was disappearing from his body.
“Not yet” Walter hissed with a wolfish grin.
“The nights still young Henry, and we’ve got a lot of time on our hands…trust me…”

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Henry only looked back at his tormentor through half lidded eyes, and a freshly flushed face.

What would his parents think if they found out their only hope of the family line going on, was being held by a nicely aged gay man…? That kind of broke Henry’s moment. But then he figured that he spent his whole life trying to follow the expectations of others. And look at what all that got him! A modestly furnished apartment (that brought about this whole problem to begin with…), a double bed with only himself to share it with, and like a cherry on top of the cream, he became the introverted shell he was up until today. Which was similar to the fact he lived ALONE anyway…


“What’s the matter sweetie? Though I’d lost you for a second” Walter laughed as he snapped his fingers, Henry shivering out of his trance at the seemingly dark undertones of the statement

“I was just thinking…is all…” Henry whispered out, but Walter just released his lover from the rest of the sentence, flicking his hand again in that oh so dismissive manner.

“Now isn’t ‘thinking’ time Henry” He chuckled, moving his body to lie flatly on top of his prey. “Unless it’s all about me that is…”

“Walter…” Came the pathetic sounding whimper from below, Walter merely growled as their naked erections rubbed suggestively against one another.

Henry raked his hands over Walters well toned back. Taking his time to memorize the various dips and curves that came along with it. His hands then worked their way back up, right until they were lost in the many tresses of hair that belonged to the ‘Un’- blue coated man. The rough but nicely cropped hair gave Henry the impression that Walter must’ve been the intelligent but rebellious kind before insanity kicked in. Just the kind of person he would need.

“Aww, stopping already? But you haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet…” Walter sneered, very disappointed in the frequent internal struggles Henry kept getting lost in. Now was not the time for memories dammit!

Walter shoved himself roughly against Henry, enjoying the breathy gasp that was emitted.

“Come on Henry” Walter cooed, shifting off of the body he was so comfortably perched on. “I think it’s time you showed me some love… heh heh”

Henry sat up, eyeing the smug expression of the man lying right beside him.

“What? But…this was your idea!” Henry exclaimed, falling back into his shy and embarrassed nature. When in doubt, blame someone else.

“You’re right, this IS my idea…so like I said…” Walter retaliated, punching Henry gently on his shoulder.

This was certainly going to be a trying experience on his part, but it would do Henry some good in the end.

“…” Henry fell mute, but edged a millimeter closer to Walter anyway. He knew there was little point in stopping now. His mind was secretly telling him he had to keep going, he needed to feel, he needed to stop being the wimp he was in everyone’s eyes. And he was going to handle this like a man! However a man handled these things anyway, was up for debate.

“Alright” He finally huffed out, bringing his hand to rest on Walters breathing chest. After enjoying the feel for a few moments, and then looking at Walters face to see the annoyed glare he was receiving, he proceeded downwards. His fingers toyed with the edges of the well defined abdominal muscles on the skilled assassin, and he couldn’t resist leaning in to nip lightly at the beautiful skin.

Walter purred back, giving Henry the much needed ego boosting that was required for the rest of this moment to proceed onwards.

The kisses and playful nips along Walters torso continued, Henry almost acting like a 5 year old given permission to remove all the icing over a massively large cake.

Walter had to stifle a laugh that almost escaped when Henry started to edge over to his side.

“Stop that” He grinned, looking at Henry’s innocent eyes.

For once Henry seemed to get that tickle torture was not going to happen in this round, so he shied away from there.

As his face came into contact with the curly hairs on Walters lower half, he blushed furiously. Surely Walter wasn’t planning on making him repeat a similar action as to what he had received moments ago? But then, maybe that’s what would give him the element of surprise this time.

Henry’s fingers wrapped around the base of Walters’ shaft, as his lips ghosted over the tip. Savoring the new taste the entered his mouth.

“Yesss…” Walter hissed as Henry this time, engulfed his member as much as his throat allowed. He had to use all his willpower not to himself thrust inside the deliciously warm cavern around him.

This was probably Henrys first time, last thing he needed was to scare off the little scamp already. Who could proceed with bringing on doomsday with a hard on?

Walter was right, but though Henry was highly inexperienced on the matter, he was an apparently fast learner. And what his mouth couldn’t reach, his fingers attempted to make up for.

He closed his mouth tight, bobbing his head, and using his fingers to help continue the rhythm all the way down.

“Don’t stop for the love of…!” Walter gasped; it was too long since he had a little action in the sack.

Henry smiled, and would have said something too if his mouth wasn’t currently so occupied. Walter was just as impressive downstairs, as he was with the rest of his fine body.

Walter couldn’t take the torture anymore, his hips jerking upwards harshly. Henry almost chocked, and pulled away almost instantly.

“What the hell was THAT for!?” Came the shocked outcry. Walter just shrugged.

“YOU do a better self containment job!” He replied, seating himself back up too.

“But enough of these games anyway Henry…”

Walter moved onto his hands and knees, stalking Henry like a cat, as the man tried to weasel himself off the mattress.

“You know what we want”.

Henry paused. His heart skipped a beat. And he willed himself to move back to the man he was practically just attached too.

“Yeah I do…” He growled back, catching Walter completely off guard.

“Now that’s more like it!”

And without further word he grasped the now back to shy Henry, and flung him down on the mattress. Leaving him back on his back, and looking as forlorn as ever.

“Oops, wrong way” Walter chided, flipping Henry to lay stomach first on the mattress. Giving him a nice face first heave into a grimy pillow, moldy scent included. Whilst on the other hand, Walter was given a nice view of a certain someone’s well rounded rear.

“You sure know how to spoil a man” Henry mumbled out, being cautious as to not attract any of the pillow filth into his mouth. Unaware of how loud he actually said that.

Walter smacked Henry’s behind with a sound that could wake the living dead. If they weren’t already hacked to bits by the axe the Henry had found back in the forest realm…

“Can’t play nice all the time…” Walter leered, running his lips over the crook of Henry’s neck.
He nuzzled at the short hairs as Henry seemed to forgive his naughty little spanking. A dark red tongue soon began to lap circles over Henry’s shoulder blades; his arms though, ran teasingly back down along his ‘receiver’s’ sides.
Though amongst his climbing over the inviting body below, his erection began to press firmly at Henry’s thighs. Eliciting moans from both the golden haired predator, and his brunette haired prey.

“W…Walter…” Henry peeped, thoroughly enjoying the abstract massage he was experiencing now. It felt like such bliss, both calming and erotic for both concerned. For once in his boring life, he had the spice and flare any adult of his age should be experiencing. Never before had he felt such love, and all centered on him. Walter though had seriously started having difficulties with the current predicament. Sure he was in this for both the fun, AND, to emotionally weaken his foe. But now, his mind was wavering. Wavering back to the initial thoughts he had encountered when he first began to lay eyes on his lover. He loved Henry, and he was too far gone to have any regrets on that now. Also he was far too gone to want to even think anymore, not when his body was crying to be fulfilled in ways Silent Hill could not offer. Normally.

“Shhh …” Walter reassured as his warm body had to be quite literally peeled off Henry. He shuffled back over Henry, though keeping his body lifted at a hard to maintain distance. His hair fell in disarray against the back of Henry’s own mattered hair, and he managed to balance his weight well enough to allow his fingers access to those luscious lips.
“Open wide my pet” Cooed the silken voice that had sent many souls into this hellish nightmare. Yes he certainly held a silver tongue, and it too seemed to be having a hold over Henry.

Henry obeyed willingly. So far his trusting Walter hadn’t led him astray (in the bedroom) yet, and with his love beginning to grow rapidly, hopefully not just over lust being his only small concern, he coated the three fingers well. His tongue tracing along the calloused tips; and swirling against their scarred lengths.
Walter purred.
“Excellent… now just keep calm, I promise I’ll be careful” The voice now reassured, leaving Henry somewhat suspicious, only because the man had been trying to kill him moments ago … but all logic thought had no place now, as one finger protruded through his entrance.
Henry gasped, automatically reflexing against the invading digit.
“It’s ok, it’s ok, calm down…please” Walter now whispered, hearing Henry breath in and out, allowing his muscles to retract slightly.
Henry had to fight within himself as the next digit wandered in. The feeling was both uncomfortable and new to him. Though as a certain part was brushed against, his body shivered back into a wanton lust, and his brain was cast out the nearest window.

“Ahhh Walter….” Henry now moaned, his face lifting off the pillow as his body bucked against the fingers now.
Walter smirked; he knew Henry wouldn’t be such a sourpuss throughout the entire preparation ordeal.

“Not so bad, is it?” Walter questioned rhetorically, purposely rubbing against his lovers prostate and enjoying the wriggles and pants he was receiving in return.

Henry was starting to feel breathless; it didn’t feel quite as bad anymore. And he scarcely felt Walter add in one last finger; Stretching out the tight entrance to the best of his ability. With nothing sanitary to use for lubrication, Walter hoped what little he had to use would benefit his virginal victim. It would still probably hurt though ….

“Up we go…” Walter sighed, restraining himself from just slamming into the inviting behind as he assisted Henry in propping himself onto his hands and knees.
“Ready…?”

Henry nodded his head, just barely, in agreement to Walter. He could feel a slight bud of fear threatening to overcome him at any moment. But along with assuring himself of there’s no backing out now, he also reminded himself of the fact he wanted and needed this. Physically, and mentally too.

Walter saw his invite, and took the moment to position himself comfortable against Henry. His member edging just inside Henry, who had still managed to not automatically contract at the now larger invasion.

Henry now whimpered, the sound drowned out by Walters loud groan.

The tight heat was hardly bearable, and now he truly felt he was being tested. This feeling was growing too fast, and without much other warning, he began to push himself in deeper.


(TBC)