"I love you," he murmurs, breathy and heavy as Orym nuzzles against his chest. He shifts, bracing his weight on his forearm as he reaches down to stroke his fingers into Orym's hair, just holding him.
He doesn't stop. He rocks into Orym, eases back and feels the hot clench of his body as he does. No matter what he does. Will bows his head as much as he can, trying to see Orym's face or trying to let Orym see his. His hair hangs over his shoulder, held by a single tie. Will closes his eyes, but just for a moment. He doesn't want to miss any of this, not when it feels so good and Orym looks so good.
He drags in a breath and ignores the tremble in his muscles as he tries to restrain himself. Orym is worth going slow. Orym is worth everything. The sound of his voice, the little sounds he makes as he tries to be quiet. His hand slides lower, following the line of Orym's arm until he can find his boyfriend's hand. They can hold onto each other like this, even if they can't reach each other to kiss.
It feels so different knowing he's controlling this, knowing that Orym is letting him, asking him to. He builds to a slow but steady rhythm, trying to work them both up to this.
"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?"
Will laughs weakly when he finally catches Orym's gaze. He looks down at his boyfriend with bare adoration. He's so beautiful, so amazing, and Will can't believe Orym chooses him. He squeezes Orym's hand and tries to curl closer to kiss him wherever he can reach.
"That's--what's what you get for dating someone... taller than you," he gasps out. Orym is beautiful and he feels so damn good, and Will never wants this to end. "This is the only down side."
He stokes his thumb over Orym's hand and tries to kiss his head again. Will exhales heavily, his breath edged with a moan as he grinds against Orym on the next thrust. He tries moving a little faster, delirious just feeling Orym's thighs against him. It's getting easier and he can't believe Orym can take it... and it's so fucking hot that he can. That he wants to.
"Tell me--tell me if you want me to pull out, okay?"
If Orym had his wits about him, he'd retort that everyone is taller than him, but for now, he can only agree; this is the only downside. Still, he and Will make it work. They meet in the middle where possible, with a kiss to the top of his head or one to Will's chest, where he can feel his heart pounding.
"Don't," is his immediate answer, a gasp as Will starts moving with more confidence, finally fucking him rather than just trying to fit himself inside. It is getting easier, and the friction is going to make him lose his mind, even at this pace. "Don't pull out."
He's never been more certain of anything. The back-and-forth drag of Will's cock ignites something in him, a pleasure that burns through his nerves and makes his legs quiver where they clutch at his waist. His whole body tightens for a moment, and he squeezes his boyfriend's hand like a lifeline. "Fuck," he pants, "fuck, it feels good like this. Fuck me deeper, Will. I can take it."
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.
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.
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.
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He doesn't stop. He rocks into Orym, eases back and feels the hot clench of his body as he does. No matter what he does. Will bows his head as much as he can, trying to see Orym's face or trying to let Orym see his. His hair hangs over his shoulder, held by a single tie. Will closes his eyes, but just for a moment. He doesn't want to miss any of this, not when it feels so good and Orym looks so good.
He drags in a breath and ignores the tremble in his muscles as he tries to restrain himself. Orym is worth going slow. Orym is worth everything. The sound of his voice, the little sounds he makes as he tries to be quiet. His hand slides lower, following the line of Orym's arm until he can find his boyfriend's hand. They can hold onto each other like this, even if they can't reach each other to kiss.
It feels so different knowing he's controlling this, knowing that Orym is letting him, asking him to. He builds to a slow but steady rhythm, trying to work them both up to this.
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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?"
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"That's--what's what you get for dating someone... taller than you," he gasps out. Orym is beautiful and he feels so damn good, and Will never wants this to end. "This is the only down side."
He stokes his thumb over Orym's hand and tries to kiss his head again. Will exhales heavily, his breath edged with a moan as he grinds against Orym on the next thrust. He tries moving a little faster, delirious just feeling Orym's thighs against him. It's getting easier and he can't believe Orym can take it... and it's so fucking hot that he can. That he wants to.
"Tell me--tell me if you want me to pull out, okay?"
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"Don't," is his immediate answer, a gasp as Will starts moving with more confidence, finally fucking him rather than just trying to fit himself inside. It is getting easier, and the friction is going to make him lose his mind, even at this pace. "Don't pull out."
He's never been more certain of anything. The back-and-forth drag of Will's cock ignites something in him, a pleasure that burns through his nerves and makes his legs quiver where they clutch at his waist. His whole body tightens for a moment, and he squeezes his boyfriend's hand like a lifeline. "Fuck," he pants, "fuck, it feels good like this. Fuck me deeper, Will. I can take it."
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"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.
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"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.
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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.