Will makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat when Orym encourages him like that. The only downside of their height difference is moments like this: Will wants to kiss him more, urgently, but it's awkward in this position, especially if he wants to do exactly what Orym says.

He pushes up a little more, keeping himself braced on the bed as he builds a more steady rhythm. His head is spinning; even if this isn't the first time he's felt this, it's--it's different when he's on top of Orym. There's a reason they hadn't tried this yet but fuck... Maybe it'll be okay.

He can feel Orym's small, strong hands on his chest and thighs pressed against his sides and he tries to stifle another moan. "You feel so good, Orym--you're so tight, gods, I don't want to hurt you love..." Will's voice catches in a low moan as he finds his pace. He's not thrusting quite as deep as he can, but it doesn't matter. Orym is tight and hot around him and it's making him breathless.