A whine catches in the back of his throat as Orym insists that he keep doing what he's doing. That he go deeper. Gods, just hearing Orym like that makes Will feel delirious. He can feel Orym's thighs tight against his sides and his boyfriend's smaller hand clutches his own.

"Gonna kill me," he whispers heavily, struggling to keep his voice down. Will manages to lean down enough to kiss Orym, muffling himself as he gives a harder thrust. His voice rises sharply in a strangled sound as sinks deeper.

Will breaks the kiss, dragging in a ragged breath. "Oh, fuck. Orym--" He's felt this before, but it was different. Orym's always been on top, controlling everything. But this is different and he's trembling trying to keep from falling apart right then and there. Will gives another firm roll of his hips and he nearly chokes on air when he realizes he's about to bottom out.