Hughie had to be his favourite supe.

When Hughie had joined the boys, his perception of supes were that they were dangerous. His world had been flipped on it's axis and he saw them as egotistical criminals.

They held themselves above the law and would have no empathy for those they hurt which absolutely grinded his gears. How dare they! Those were innocent people!

There was only one supe that he had hope in, despite everything that had happened.

His partner.

His partner was nicer and didn't have the toxic traits that most of the other supes had, instead helping whenever he could and doing his best to take down Vought with them.

They had started off rough, with him not trusting the supe and his partner just wanting to find a way out of the company.

Turns out he had his own issues with the company just like The Boys, so Hughie had grown a liking to him, despite the annoyance that brought Butcher still had.

The Boys and his partner weren't exactly the type to get along, but they had a mutual goal and that was enough to keep them from going at each other's throats.

He was Hughie's favourite, though. And at some point, they ended up together.

A secret relationship to prevent Butcher from absolutely going off his nut at the poor man and so Hughie wasn't used as leverage by Homelander against his partner.

They were happy with the arrangement, content with holding each other in the privacy of their apartment or kissing whenever people weren't looking. It was a soft love he had missed.

Today, the boys were all dispersed for a mission. Frenchie and Kimiko were off scouting an old warehouse for Sage whilst Butcher and MM were 'talking to' a government agent.

Which meant Hughie and his partner were left on their own.

Finally.

It had been weeks since they got to have some time to themselves, either flooded with doing something that was bound to get the CIA on their asses or having to hide from Homelander because he caught onto one of their missions.

With this newfound privacy, he wasn't about to waste any time.

That's how he found himself hovering over his partner on the couch, running one hand through his hair and the other caressing his hip.

Their shirts had been thrown on the floor and their legs were tangled up a bit, but it didn't really matter anyways.

Hughie leaned back a little bit, looking down at his kiss bitten lips and messy hair, the way his chest rose softly and how pretty his eyes were.

He always liked how he looked after a makeout session.

"Missed this." He murmured into his ear, kissing softly yet firmly down his throat to leave little marks in his wake. He was honest, he really had missed him.