[ It was true, William T. Spears could most certainly be a cruel man. Cold and stoic. But it was also true that Grell meant more to him than he let on. At any time, the man could have let Grell go. Called upper management and demanded the rebellious reaper be transferred. Or worse, allowed Sebastian to rid him of the problem entirely.
But William always kept Grell around. Perhaps it was because Grell had saved him that one time and had taught him, quite painfully, that his skills were not up to par. If it wasn't for they being paired together on their final assignment, William's B level skills may not have ever improved, allowing him to reach management position.
In all honesty, William considered Grell one of his closest friends.
He leaned down, giving Grell a surprisingly gentle kiss, not seeming to give any mind to the taste of blood now on his lips. Departing, he sat up, his hand abandoning Grell's straining erection to, instead, slink down further. A nimble finger teased at Grell's opening, hesitating to enter. ]
Do you have anything to make this more comfortable for you?
[ He was well aware they were in his own flat. But, all reapers has access to their own pocket dimension, mainly used for storing their scythes until they were needed. He had no doubt Grell had other things tucked away there. ]
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[ It was true, William T. Spears could most certainly be a cruel man. Cold and stoic. But it was also true that Grell meant more to him than he let on. At any time, the man could have let Grell go. Called upper management and demanded the rebellious reaper be transferred. Or worse, allowed Sebastian to rid him of the problem entirely.
But William always kept Grell around. Perhaps it was because Grell had saved him that one time and had taught him, quite painfully, that his skills were not up to par. If it wasn't for they being paired together on their final assignment, William's B level skills may not have ever improved, allowing him to reach management position.
In all honesty, William considered Grell one of his closest friends.
He leaned down, giving Grell a surprisingly gentle kiss, not seeming to give any mind to the taste of blood now on his lips. Departing, he sat up, his hand abandoning Grell's straining erection to, instead, slink down further. A nimble finger teased at Grell's opening, hesitating to enter. ]
Do you have anything to make this more comfortable for you?
[ He was well aware they were in his own flat. But, all reapers has access to their own pocket dimension, mainly used for storing their scythes until they were needed. He had no doubt Grell had other things tucked away there. ]