Will's mind goes blank in a flash of raw desire when Orym says that.
"Holy fuck," he gasps out, voice strained as he looks at his boyfriend with a mix of adoration and blindsided attraction. There is no one in this world he wants more than this man. No one else he could want. His breath catches when he feels Orym's fingers brush against his where he's spreading open his boyfriend. He's so hot and tight and perfect and Will can barely think for everything he's feeling.
"You are so--" Will can't even finish and he really hope his tone tells Orym enough. He bows his head, keeping his lips near Orym's ear, his temple, as he shifts to do exactly as he's been told. No longer quite so worried about hurting Orym or making him uncomfortable, Will fucks him with more enthusiasm. He's still careful, mostly just trying make sure he's not going too fast when he works on coaxing his boyfriend to relax more, to take more. He slows down so he can spread his fingers more and he tries to focus on making Orym feel good, too.
He mouths Orym's neck and his earlobe, mumbling soft, urgent, slightly incoherent praise. Will shifts, trying to get a little bit of relief from his own distracting arousal. He absently grinds against the bedspread, just trying to take the edge off. He has no idea how he's going to last when he's inside Orym.
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"Holy fuck," he gasps out, voice strained as he looks at his boyfriend with a mix of adoration and blindsided attraction. There is no one in this world he wants more than this man. No one else he could want. His breath catches when he feels Orym's fingers brush against his where he's spreading open his boyfriend. He's so hot and tight and perfect and Will can barely think for everything he's feeling.
"You are so--" Will can't even finish and he really hope his tone tells Orym enough. He bows his head, keeping his lips near Orym's ear, his temple, as he shifts to do exactly as he's been told. No longer quite so worried about hurting Orym or making him uncomfortable, Will fucks him with more enthusiasm. He's still careful, mostly just trying make sure he's not going too fast when he works on coaxing his boyfriend to relax more, to take more. He slows down so he can spread his fingers more and he tries to focus on making Orym feel good, too.
He mouths Orym's neck and his earlobe, mumbling soft, urgent, slightly incoherent praise. Will shifts, trying to get a little bit of relief from his own distracting arousal. He absently grinds against the bedspread, just trying to take the edge off. He has no idea how he's going to last when he's inside Orym.