The emptiness left by Will's fingers feels vast, which reassures Orym that the prep they've done is good. It also makes him anxious to be full again. He feels his mouth go dry as he watches Will stroke oil over that big, gorgeous cock of his. Gods, he needs that in him.
Though it probably should have occurred to him sooner, Orym only really considers the how of it after Will asks, clearly as ready as he is. The way he seems to be just barely capable of holding himself in check is really attractive, and more than a little endearing.
"Mm. Don't know if my legs will hold me if I try and get on top right now," Orym admits with a grin that is half sheepish and half proud, because Will did that to him. That's how they've done this before, at least to start; with Orym kneeling over Will, taking him inside at his pace, just to be safe. But he trusts Will, who knows his body better than anyone else. He knows he'll be careful. "So--"
He reaches over his head for a pillow that's half his size. Stuffed under his back, it lifts his hips enough to give Will a better angle. In an unwitting display of flexibility, Orym makes it even better by bending his legs and pulling his knees to his chest, holding the back of his thighs to keep them in place. He's very aware of the display of himself he's making for Will, and though he wants Will to see him this way, he still feels himself flush.
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Though it probably should have occurred to him sooner, Orym only really considers the how of it after Will asks, clearly as ready as he is. The way he seems to be just barely capable of holding himself in check is really attractive, and more than a little endearing.
"Mm. Don't know if my legs will hold me if I try and get on top right now," Orym admits with a grin that is half sheepish and half proud, because Will did that to him. That's how they've done this before, at least to start; with Orym kneeling over Will, taking him inside at his pace, just to be safe. But he trusts Will, who knows his body better than anyone else. He knows he'll be careful. "So--"
He reaches over his head for a pillow that's half his size. Stuffed under his back, it lifts his hips enough to give Will a better angle. In an unwitting display of flexibility, Orym makes it even better by bending his legs and pulling his knees to his chest, holding the back of his thighs to keep them in place. He's very aware of the display of himself he's making for Will, and though he wants Will to see him this way, he still feels himself flush.
"How's this?"