Orym loves this about being with Will. When he is over him, covering him with his body and eclipsing everything else, the rest of the world might as well not exist. It's just him and the boy he's loved all his life. Safe, happy, and full of youthful desire for each other. Some of Orym's best memories are in this bed just like this. He smiles into Will's kiss, trying to make his body relax as anticipation and excitement makes his breath quick and shallow.
Feeling the hard grip of his own hands on the back of his thighs, Orym grits his teeth and still makes a soft, punched-out noise in his throat when Will begins to push in. The stretch is intense enough to wipe his mind clean of anything else, but not impossible. Will feels so big inside him, though. He is so big, the way almost everything is big through Orym's eyes. He watches himself take it and still almost can't believe he's capable of opening up so wide--and so deep, as Will rocks forward and sinks more of his cock past the tight grip of his entrance. He feels hedonistic and greedy, wanting all of that for himself. Every last hot, throbbing inch.
Panting hard through his nose, he looks up for a moment at Will's stumbling but sweet praise, trying to find his face. He gets an eyeful of his pecs instead, which isn't a bad deal. His face is so hot that when he nuzzles against Will's skin, it's almost cool by comparison, even though he can feel that Will is warm and damp with sweat.
Speaking is far, far beyond him, but he knows that Will is going to need some confirmation to keep going, and what Orym wants most in the world is for him to keep going. "Don't stop," he grits out, desperate and a little wild in a way he hasn't been before. Maybe because he was always in control, sinking down on Will himself. But now it's Will fucking into him, and it's ridiculous how affected he is by that shift in perspective.
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Feeling the hard grip of his own hands on the back of his thighs, Orym grits his teeth and still makes a soft, punched-out noise in his throat when Will begins to push in. The stretch is intense enough to wipe his mind clean of anything else, but not impossible. Will feels so big inside him, though. He is so big, the way almost everything is big through Orym's eyes. He watches himself take it and still almost can't believe he's capable of opening up so wide--and so deep, as Will rocks forward and sinks more of his cock past the tight grip of his entrance. He feels hedonistic and greedy, wanting all of that for himself. Every last hot, throbbing inch.
Panting hard through his nose, he looks up for a moment at Will's stumbling but sweet praise, trying to find his face. He gets an eyeful of his pecs instead, which isn't a bad deal. His face is so hot that when he nuzzles against Will's skin, it's almost cool by comparison, even though he can feel that Will is warm and damp with sweat.
Speaking is far, far beyond him, but he knows that Will is going to need some confirmation to keep going, and what Orym wants most in the world is for him to keep going. "Don't stop," he grits out, desperate and a little wild in a way he hasn't been before. Maybe because he was always in control, sinking down on Will himself. But now it's Will fucking into him, and it's ridiculous how affected he is by that shift in perspective.