Orym may be impatient, but not so much that he'd encourage Will to get on with it before he was ready. A little stretch is welcome--he probably couldn't do this if it wasn't. But more than that could really hurt him, and that would be a shame when he works so hard to keep his body in good shape. Luckily, that also makes him very self-aware. He knows what his body is capable of.

So when he whispers, "I'm ready," not too long after Will asks, his boyfriend can be assured that he really means it. His eyes slip open, and his pupils are dark and wide under long brown lashes, searching in the dark a moment before he finds Will's face. His hand is still moving over his cock, and he feels good, worked open more than enough for his bigger partner to fit inside him. His hand slips from Will's hair to search blindly across the bedspread for the oil, eager to get Will slicked up. "Want you in me, Will."

He's also aware that no matter how much he wants it, Will has got to want it even more. He hasn't come yet, has barely even been touched since he moved out of Orym's reach. But Orym remembers the last time they did this, and the time before, how much Will enjoyed it--how much they both did. The patience and care is worth the reward.