"Holy shit," he whispers, barely able to summon his voice as Orym adjusts his position and--and just presents himself like that. Gods, he loves this man so, so much. He's pretty sure he's going to be dreaming of exactly this vision the next time he has to sleep here alone. "You--"

Will doesn't bother to try to finish. He moves closer, leaning over Orym and covering him completely. He stops to press a sound kiss to his boyfriend's mouth before he moves so much that he can't quite reach anymore. He braces over Orym and guides his cock, just rubbing against his opening for a second before gently pushing inside. His breath catches in his throat and he whispers Orym's name as he gives a gentle thrust to sink deeper.

Orym is hot and even after all their work, he's still a bit tight. But not the way Will knows could hurt him. His hand leaves his cock in favor of brushing through Orym's hair. He gives another shallow rock of his hips, trying not to rush this even if Orym's said that he's ready for it.

"You feel so good, Orym. You are so... good."