Will groans when he hears that demand. "Fuck, Orym," he whispers as he slides closer to kiss him. He lets his fingers sink deeper as he does, leaving them where they are to enjoy how it feels to have Orym relax around them. I want another soon. The words go straight to Will's cock and he shifts, trying to ignore it for right now. Kissing Orym is all that matters.

They part long enough to breathe, then Will kisses Orym again, and again for good measure.

"Are you sure?" he asks at last, a little dazed and excited, and it's not that he doubts Orym he just--maybe he wants to hear it again.