They're both still learning when it comes to this, but this time Will's motions slow to a stop before Orym starts squirming in a less good way, so that's progress.

"You're pretty cute," he mutters, stunned and stupid with the warm, heavy tingling sensation lingering in his body. He's near boneless and his legs are still trembling a little, but even in the dark he can see that ridiculous, handsome smile. He releases Will's hair to trail his hand down to his face instead, cupping his cheek before his arm flops down onto the mattress. The other quickly follows, and he takes a long, deep breath, which he lets out slowly.

Will's fingers are inside him still, but he feels infinitely less tense around them. They're big, but the stretch isn't so prevalent. So far, that's meant he's adjusted well enough to try a third. They've stopped at this point more often than they've pushed on, but he really wants to take Will's cock tonight.

"C'mere and kiss me," he demands. "But leave your fingers. I want another soon."