โ i ๐๐๐งยด๐ญ talk โ
( scribbled onto the paper shortly after, the โcanโtโ being a lot bolder than all the other words. .out of everybody in the seven it seemed homelander liked him the most. .probably because he couldnโt talk
//
๏ดพ well now ryan just felt bad. ๏ดฟ
you don't deserve that. even if you don't talk or take off your mask, people shouldn't treat you differently. i'm sure ๐ก๐ gives you a lot of crap too. why do you hang around him so much?
( a small gasp escaped at the bite, fingers digging into his shoulders โ he wasnโt expecting it, but he wasnโt exactly complaining either. .a nod at his statement, tilting his head โ how could he ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต be needy? )
welcomes it, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"you're needy." he observes, burying his face in noir's neck. he nips at the suit, then bites down hard.
"who would've thought you'd be like this for me?"
feeling an immense satsifaction because of it.
( a nod of agreement was given before he placed the paper and marker to the side, immediately moving close to him again โ he couldnโt help himself anymore. his heart was racing, his body was hot. .he never would have thought heโd need
//
homelander smiles. he likes having the final say and the way noir gives it to him so freely.
he waits, letting the suspense build and the silence grow until it becomes uncomfortable.
"well then!" he claps his hands together once. "whatever i want, huh? noir. you're mine."
( reaching to grab his booklet of paper homelander had given him to communicate with, flipping to a free page before scribbling something onto it, showing it to ryan )
โ iโm used to it โ
.. sorry. shit. ๏ดพ ryan crossed the room and took a seat next to noir. ๏ดฟ
it's my dad. he's really controlling and it makes me angry. i didn't mean to take that frustration out on you.
waiting impatiently for the answer. he didnโt mind if they remained friends or co-workers, but the latter was that they went to be something more. . )
( a moment of thought was given before he scribbled something down again, showing it to him once again. these were the moments he wished he was still able to talk. . )
โ whatever you want us to be? โ
( a simple statement / question,
//
safe? warm? those are words that don't fit homelander. he's never heard it used to describe him outside of PR, and he's not sure if he hates it.
...at the same time, it's coming from noir. he focuses on what the other wants rather than getting caught up on those stupid words.
( immediately taking the piece of paper and the marker, quickly writing something before turning it so the other could read it, a glint in his eyes )
( โ warm and safe, need more โ was quickly scribbled onto the paper with a little cartoon
//
homelander regains his sense of control, but it's a thread. he breaks the contact. it's getting heated too fast, and he doesn't want to make a mess of the meeting room. the last thing he needs is someone walking in on them.
"well," he clears his throat, adjusting his suit.
( fingers gently tug on the blonde hair, biting his bottom lip as a slight tease, catching his breath as much as he could between kisses. he was completely distracted, no longer thinking about anything but homelander. .he
//
he makes a noise in the back of his throat once those fingers touch his hair. he kisses with more intensity, more need, more desperation. his control snaps, and he grips noir with crushing force.
he's been waiting a long time for someone to love him and see him for who he is.
( in front of the mirror. )
we, uh... well. we did... something. something we can't just ignore.
i - i want to see where it goes. i do. i've got a feeling that this might be good for me.
he doesn't talk, but i don't need him to. i just need him here. present. and to be mine.