Orym might still be recovering from one of the most intense orgasms he's experienced ever, but Will can still get him going with his mouth alone; the way he groans, whispers his name, kisses him. And kisses him and kisses him, until his lips feel raw and sensitive, until he's panting for breath, clutching at Will's strong, broad shoulders. His head is spinning, and he laughs under his breath, grinning.

"Never been more sure, handsome." He can hear how much this turns Will on, and it's thrilling to be wanted so much, and to have that kind of sway over him. He slowly shifts his hips, lets Will see his mouth fall open and hear him draw in a sharp breath as his fingers rub along the soft, sensitive places inside him. "I'll need another finger before I can take your cock."