"Love you," Orym whispers back, automatic. Talking feels like a task he can't tackle yet, but not that. Telling Will he loves him is as easy as breathing. He doesn't have to think about it. His head tilts into the hand combing through his hair, and he watches with hazy amazement as Will pulls back only to rock deeper on the next press in.
They look good together. His own cock is still growing stiff against his belly, encouraged by Will's disappearing inside him, and how it feels to be so full. It puts him solidly in his body in the way only doing repetitive sword forms until his muscles ache has been able to accomplish before. That soreness is its own pleasure, but this is more direct. The blunt pressure of Will's cock rubs over every tender, sensitive place inside him, and as he shudders, he has to bite his lower lip to keep himself from moaning loud enough to be heard over the storm.
Will's hand finds his, and he releases his hold on his thigh to cling to him. With nearly the entirety of his length buried in him now, Will is close enough for him to fit his legs against his waist instead, which also requires a limberness Orym is glad he's trained himself into. Reaching for Will's shoulder with his other hand, he stretches his smaller body out beneath his boyfriend's in a long, taut line. His chin tilts, baring his throat, as he seeks Will's face again, this time with more success. He smiles when he catches his eye, because he's just perfect, sweet and careful and stupidly hot. "Gods," he manages, voice a soft rasp, "do you ever end?"
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They look good together. His own cock is still growing stiff against his belly, encouraged by Will's disappearing inside him, and how it feels to be so full. It puts him solidly in his body in the way only doing repetitive sword forms until his muscles ache has been able to accomplish before. That soreness is its own pleasure, but this is more direct. The blunt pressure of Will's cock rubs over every tender, sensitive place inside him, and as he shudders, he has to bite his lower lip to keep himself from moaning loud enough to be heard over the storm.
Will's hand finds his, and he releases his hold on his thigh to cling to him. With nearly the entirety of his length buried in him now, Will is close enough for him to fit his legs against his waist instead, which also requires a limberness Orym is glad he's trained himself into. Reaching for Will's shoulder with his other hand, he stretches his smaller body out beneath his boyfriend's in a long, taut line. His chin tilts, baring his throat, as he seeks Will's face again, this time with more success. He smiles when he catches his eye, because he's just perfect, sweet and careful and stupidly hot. "Gods," he manages, voice a soft rasp, "do you ever end?"