The kiss is unexpected, but Orym strains up as soon as Will's lips meet his, feeling as much as hearing the way his boyfriend uses his mouth to stifle his sounds of pleasure. That can't last, though, in this position. Orym is left panting as Will breaks away, cursing and gasping his name. He sinks down over him, his cock hot and thick and grinding deeper, so close to being all the way in. Heat spreads from the base of Orym's spine through his body, toe-curling pleasure seeping slow and potent along his nerves.

"That's it. Give me all of it," he whispers, urgent and breathless. He knows what he sounds like, demanding more and more like this. Shameless, greedy. But Will clearly thinks it's hot, and Orym doesn't have the capacity to second-guess himself right now. He can barely put words together as it is.

He clutches Will's hand and gropes restlessly at his chest, the easiest part of him to reach at the moment. Gods, he had no idea this would be so intense, but he's on the verge of begging Will to start fucking him for real, knowing that friction is going to make him lose his mind. He can handle it. Sure, he's still tight, but he's always going to be tight because Will is huge. In every way. His thighs have to stretch wide to fit around his waist, which he becomes very aware of when he tries to give an encouraging squeeze and feels the tension in the flexing muscle.