[That earns Steve a cackle, earns her a hard drive up of his hips, fingers tight on her waist, teeth white and wet with his grin. The king of Hawkins High seems like such a far away concept, seems like another life now. Billy had wanted blood then; had wanted to bring out something ugly in Steve that would mirror his own ugliness, his own anger and desperation. Billy had wanted - needed - to win, because winning meant he'd have control over something at last.
He'd needed to win, too, because Steve had been so unattainable. Something to want, to hate, to pine for, to focus all the restless energy on.
It's almost funny that he gets to focus all that restless on Steve still. Maybe he's glad he died, because if he hadn't, would he have this?
Steve's still so pretty; so drop dead gorgeous bouncing on his lap. So inherently perfect and good and his. Billy kisses her, lifts her up to chase her with a drive up of his hips. Watches her palm over his tits, tilts his head back to hiss out a ffffuck yes when she squeezes around him. ] I think King Steve had more fight in him -
[More to prove. He shifts, slumps down to really drive his hips up, slips a hand down between them to press his thumb over her clit, giving her something to rut against with each roll of her hips.]
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He'd needed to win, too, because Steve had been so unattainable. Something to want, to hate, to pine for, to focus all the restless energy on.
It's almost funny that he gets to focus all that restless on Steve still. Maybe he's glad he died, because if he hadn't, would he have this?
Steve's still so pretty; so drop dead gorgeous bouncing on his lap. So inherently perfect and good and his. Billy kisses her, lifts her up to chase her with a drive up of his hips. Watches her palm over his tits, tilts his head back to hiss out a ffffuck yes when she squeezes around him. ] I think King Steve had more fight in him -
[More to prove. He shifts, slumps down to really drive his hips up, slips a hand down between them to press his thumb over her clit, giving her something to rut against with each roll of her hips.]