They're both still learning when it comes to this, but this time Will's motions slow to a stop before Orym starts squirming in a less good way, so that's progress.
"You're pretty cute," he mutters, stunned and stupid with the warm, heavy tingling sensation lingering in his body. He's near boneless and his legs are still trembling a little, but even in the dark he can see that ridiculous, handsome smile. He releases Will's hair to trail his hand down to his face instead, cupping his cheek before his arm flops down onto the mattress. The other quickly follows, and he takes a long, deep breath, which he lets out slowly.
Will's fingers are inside him still, but he feels infinitely less tense around them. They're big, but the stretch isn't so prevalent. So far, that's meant he's adjusted well enough to try a third. They've stopped at this point more often than they've pushed on, but he really wants to take Will's cock tonight.
"C'mere and kiss me," he demands. "But leave your fingers. I want another soon."
Will groans when he hears that demand. "Fuck, Orym," he whispers as he slides closer to kiss him. He lets his fingers sink deeper as he does, leaving them where they are to enjoy how it feels to have Orym relax around them. I want another soon. The words go straight to Will's cock and he shifts, trying to ignore it for right now. Kissing Orym is all that matters.
They part long enough to breathe, then Will kisses Orym again, and again for good measure.
"Are you sure?" he asks at last, a little dazed and excited, and it's not that he doubts Orym he just--maybe he wants to hear it again.
Orym might still be recovering from one of the most intense orgasms he's experienced ever, but Will can still get him going with his mouth alone; the way he groans, whispers his name, kisses him. And kisses him and kisses him, until his lips feel raw and sensitive, until he's panting for breath, clutching at Will's strong, broad shoulders. His head is spinning, and he laughs under his breath, grinning.
"Never been more sure, handsome." He can hear how much this turns Will on, and it's thrilling to be wanted so much, and to have that kind of sway over him. He slowly shifts his hips, lets Will see his mouth fall open and hear him draw in a sharp breath as his fingers rub along the soft, sensitive places inside him. "I'll need another finger before I can take your cock."
"Before you can--" Will echoes the words right until he sees the look on Orym's face as he moves. Fuck. "Fuck," he whispers as he bows his head, resting it against Orym's shoulder.
Will shifts so he can add a little more oil to his fingers, drawing them out just enough that he can work on sliding them back in with a third. He almost holds his breath, careful as he can be with the man he cherishes so much.
"Orym." His voice is still a tight whisper. "Gods, you feel so good." He tries to rub against the places Orym likes even as he lets his fingers sink deeper. Slowly. Their first time wasn't a disaster, but it was a little clumsy. All of their firsts have been a little clumsy, but Will is so happy that he's with someone who just--It just feels good to be with Orym.
And practice is definitely changing things for the better.
Will swallows thickly as Orym's body yields for him and he shifts his fingers to offer more gentle pressure, coaxing his boyfriend to give a little more.
Orym breathes in slowly at the press of a third freshly slicked finger against his stretched rim. Will is careful and attentive, of course, but it still goes in easier than he expected. He tilts his head to touch Will's where it rests on his shoulder. His soft panting easily becomes a gasp. His boyfriend's praise makes heat curl in his belly as surely as the drawn-out thrust of his fingers, the way he rubs familiar callouses along his walls in a way that's both perfect and maddening so soon after coming.
"Fuck, it's so much," he hears himself whine, voice pitched soft and raspy. "So good."
A hand slips down to squeeze his wet cock where it's gone mostly soft against his belly, then further, over the tender swell of his balls and between his splayed legs. His fingertips brush the oiled muscle at his entrance where it spreads wide, clenching around Will's knuckles. Will's fingers hold him open and press deep inside him, spreading him more, all to ease him into this pliant, receptive state that he wants so badly. That they both want. Far from shrinking away, he craves the stretch. The ache of it is sweet and exhilarating.
His abs and thighs flex as he raises his hips to rock against the slow thrusts, showing Will how he wants it. "C'mon," he whispers, breathless and heated. "I know your cock is bigger than this. Fuck me so I can take it, Will."
Will's mind goes blank in a flash of raw desire when Orym says that.
"Holy fuck," he gasps out, voice strained as he looks at his boyfriend with a mix of adoration and blindsided attraction. There is no one in this world he wants more than this man. No one else he could want. His breath catches when he feels Orym's fingers brush against his where he's spreading open his boyfriend. He's so hot and tight and perfect and Will can barely think for everything he's feeling.
"You are so--" Will can't even finish and he really hope his tone tells Orym enough. He bows his head, keeping his lips near Orym's ear, his temple, as he shifts to do exactly as he's been told. No longer quite so worried about hurting Orym or making him uncomfortable, Will fucks him with more enthusiasm. He's still careful, mostly just trying make sure he's not going too fast when he works on coaxing his boyfriend to relax more, to take more. He slows down so he can spread his fingers more and he tries to focus on making Orym feel good, too.
He mouths Orym's neck and his earlobe, mumbling soft, urgent, slightly incoherent praise. Will shifts, trying to get a little bit of relief from his own distracting arousal. He absently grinds against the bedspread, just trying to take the edge off. He has no idea how he's going to last when he's inside Orym.
Well, good to know that definitely gets to him. Orym can make a few guesses about the words Will might have chosen, and he glows with it. Being able to do that to him feels amazing. Knowing just how attractive his boyfriend finds him makes him confident, bold.
"Yeah," he breathes, and moans as Will fucks him faster, fingers spreading. He must be split open wide, he can feel it where his own fingers sketch a light, tracing touch around his entrance. But for Will's cock, he has to be. It's raw and it's good, being filled and stretched and filled more, made to perfectly fit Will. Just for him.
Orym's eyes slip closed and his chin tilts up, turning his face to the ceiling as he pants. There's a wonderful warm ache in his muscles as he uses them to rock into Will's thrusts. Intentionally or not he keeps grinding against his prostate, which is basically inevitable when Orym is stuffed this full, but it's so overwhelming his hips start to jerk off-rhythm, and then his muscles are trembling too much to lift his hips much at all.
Every inch of Orym's skin is sensitive enough that the brush of Will's lips and even his breath as he speaks is enough to send waves of prickling heat through his body. With his lips together, his quiet whimpers don't quite make it out of his mouth, but they're audible still where they rise up in his throat.
The bed creaks a little as Will ruts against the sheets, and Orym wishes he could reach to stroke him, to feel how hard Will is for him. Instead he buries a hand in his boyfriend's mane of dark brown curls and wraps the other around himself, jerking his twitching cock and feeling it start to really fill again under his touch.
Will kisses Orym's neck, teeth dragging over his pulse as his boyfriend drops his head back. He tells himself that if this is as far as they get tonight, that's fine. But he's also pretty sure there's no way Orym's going to let this end without getting Will's cock in him, not after all this, and gods that thought makes him ache.
He closes his eyes as Orym's fingers curl in his hair, holding onto him as he--oh. Will lifts his head just enough to see what Orym is doing, watching in a daze as his boyfriend jerks himself, working his cock back to fullness.
"Fuck, Orym," he whines softly. He pushes his nose into his boyfriend's hair, breathing him in as he tries to keep his head on straight. Will works carefully to spread his fingers, to shift them to encourage Orym's body to stretch and accept the extra width. "Tell me--tell me when you're ready."
Maybe it's not fair to put that on him, but Orym will know better than he does. Will likes to think he knows Orym's body really well now, but he thinks his boyfriend is the authority on this.
Orym may be impatient, but not so much that he'd encourage Will to get on with it before he was ready. A little stretch is welcome--he probably couldn't do this if it wasn't. But more than that could really hurt him, and that would be a shame when he works so hard to keep his body in good shape. Luckily, that also makes him very self-aware. He knows what his body is capable of.
So when he whispers, "I'm ready," not too long after Will asks, his boyfriend can be assured that he really means it. His eyes slip open, and his pupils are dark and wide under long brown lashes, searching in the dark a moment before he finds Will's face. His hand is still moving over his cock, and he feels good, worked open more than enough for his bigger partner to fit inside him. His hand slips from Will's hair to search blindly across the bedspread for the oil, eager to get Will slicked up. "Want you in me, Will."
He's also aware that no matter how much he wants it, Will has got to want it even more. He hasn't come yet, has barely even been touched since he moved out of Orym's reach. But Orym remembers the last time they did this, and the time before, how much Will enjoyed it--how much they both did. The patience and care is worth the reward.
"Okay--fuck, okay," he pants when Orym gives him the go-ahead. Will drinks in the sight of him, he's beautiful there on his bed, looking up at him like that. It takes him a few more seconds to actually move, until Orym foists the oil at him.
He withdraws his fingers slowly and tries to figure out how to do this. Every time it's a negotiation of position between what they want, need, and are capable of.
"How do you want it?" he whispers as he slicks himself, voice tight with restrained arousal. His cock is aching and he's trying not to indulge in stroking himself too much. Maybe he's been waiting for this, but figuring out this part is just as important as the rest. "I mean. How should we--"
He lets the question cut off, knowing Orym will catch what it is he's asking.
The emptiness left by Will's fingers feels vast, which reassures Orym that the prep they've done is good. It also makes him anxious to be full again. He feels his mouth go dry as he watches Will stroke oil over that big, gorgeous cock of his. Gods, he needs that in him.
Though it probably should have occurred to him sooner, Orym only really considers the how of it after Will asks, clearly as ready as he is. The way he seems to be just barely capable of holding himself in check is really attractive, and more than a little endearing.
"Mm. Don't know if my legs will hold me if I try and get on top right now," Orym admits with a grin that is half sheepish and half proud, because Will did that to him. That's how they've done this before, at least to start; with Orym kneeling over Will, taking him inside at his pace, just to be safe. But he trusts Will, who knows his body better than anyone else. He knows he'll be careful. "So--"
He reaches over his head for a pillow that's half his size. Stuffed under his back, it lifts his hips enough to give Will a better angle. In an unwitting display of flexibility, Orym makes it even better by bending his legs and pulling his knees to his chest, holding the back of his thighs to keep them in place. He's very aware of the display of himself he's making for Will, and though he wants Will to see him this way, he still feels himself flush.
"Holy shit," he whispers, barely able to summon his voice as Orym adjusts his position and--and just presents himself like that. Gods, he loves this man so, so much. He's pretty sure he's going to be dreaming of exactly this vision the next time he has to sleep here alone. "You--"
Will doesn't bother to try to finish. He moves closer, leaning over Orym and covering him completely. He stops to press a sound kiss to his boyfriend's mouth before he moves so much that he can't quite reach anymore. He braces over Orym and guides his cock, just rubbing against his opening for a second before gently pushing inside. His breath catches in his throat and he whispers Orym's name as he gives a gentle thrust to sink deeper.
Orym is hot and even after all their work, he's still a bit tight. But not the way Will knows could hurt him. His hand leaves his cock in favor of brushing through Orym's hair. He gives another shallow rock of his hips, trying not to rush this even if Orym's said that he's ready for it.
Orym loves this about being with Will. When he is over him, covering him with his body and eclipsing everything else, the rest of the world might as well not exist. It's just him and the boy he's loved all his life. Safe, happy, and full of youthful desire for each other. Some of Orym's best memories are in this bed just like this. He smiles into Will's kiss, trying to make his body relax as anticipation and excitement makes his breath quick and shallow.
Feeling the hard grip of his own hands on the back of his thighs, Orym grits his teeth and still makes a soft, punched-out noise in his throat when Will begins to push in. The stretch is intense enough to wipe his mind clean of anything else, but not impossible. Will feels so big inside him, though. He is so big, the way almost everything is big through Orym's eyes. He watches himself take it and still almost can't believe he's capable of opening up so wide--and so deep, as Will rocks forward and sinks more of his cock past the tight grip of his entrance. He feels hedonistic and greedy, wanting all of that for himself. Every last hot, throbbing inch.
Panting hard through his nose, he looks up for a moment at Will's stumbling but sweet praise, trying to find his face. He gets an eyeful of his pecs instead, which isn't a bad deal. His face is so hot that when he nuzzles against Will's skin, it's almost cool by comparison, even though he can feel that Will is warm and damp with sweat.
Speaking is far, far beyond him, but he knows that Will is going to need some confirmation to keep going, and what Orym wants most in the world is for him to keep going. "Don't stop," he grits out, desperate and a little wild in a way he hasn't been before. Maybe because he was always in control, sinking down on Will himself. But now it's Will fucking into him, and it's ridiculous how affected he is by that shift in perspective.
"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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"You're pretty cute," he mutters, stunned and stupid with the warm, heavy tingling sensation lingering in his body. He's near boneless and his legs are still trembling a little, but even in the dark he can see that ridiculous, handsome smile. He releases Will's hair to trail his hand down to his face instead, cupping his cheek before his arm flops down onto the mattress. The other quickly follows, and he takes a long, deep breath, which he lets out slowly.
Will's fingers are inside him still, but he feels infinitely less tense around them. They're big, but the stretch isn't so prevalent. So far, that's meant he's adjusted well enough to try a third. They've stopped at this point more often than they've pushed on, but he really wants to take Will's cock tonight.
"C'mere and kiss me," he demands. "But leave your fingers. I want another soon."
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They part long enough to breathe, then Will kisses Orym again, and again for good measure.
"Are you sure?" he asks at last, a little dazed and excited, and it's not that he doubts Orym he just--maybe he wants to hear it again.
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"Never been more sure, handsome." He can hear how much this turns Will on, and it's thrilling to be wanted so much, and to have that kind of sway over him. He slowly shifts his hips, lets Will see his mouth fall open and hear him draw in a sharp breath as his fingers rub along the soft, sensitive places inside him. "I'll need another finger before I can take your cock."
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Will shifts so he can add a little more oil to his fingers, drawing them out just enough that he can work on sliding them back in with a third. He almost holds his breath, careful as he can be with the man he cherishes so much.
"Orym." His voice is still a tight whisper. "Gods, you feel so good." He tries to rub against the places Orym likes even as he lets his fingers sink deeper. Slowly. Their first time wasn't a disaster, but it was a little clumsy. All of their firsts have been a little clumsy, but Will is so happy that he's with someone who just--It just feels good to be with Orym.
And practice is definitely changing things for the better.
Will swallows thickly as Orym's body yields for him and he shifts his fingers to offer more gentle pressure, coaxing his boyfriend to give a little more.
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"Fuck, it's so much," he hears himself whine, voice pitched soft and raspy. "So good."
A hand slips down to squeeze his wet cock where it's gone mostly soft against his belly, then further, over the tender swell of his balls and between his splayed legs. His fingertips brush the oiled muscle at his entrance where it spreads wide, clenching around Will's knuckles. Will's fingers hold him open and press deep inside him, spreading him more, all to ease him into this pliant, receptive state that he wants so badly. That they both want. Far from shrinking away, he craves the stretch. The ache of it is sweet and exhilarating.
His abs and thighs flex as he raises his hips to rock against the slow thrusts, showing Will how he wants it. "C'mon," he whispers, breathless and heated. "I know your cock is bigger than this. Fuck me so I can take it, Will."
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"Holy fuck," he gasps out, voice strained as he looks at his boyfriend with a mix of adoration and blindsided attraction. There is no one in this world he wants more than this man. No one else he could want. His breath catches when he feels Orym's fingers brush against his where he's spreading open his boyfriend. He's so hot and tight and perfect and Will can barely think for everything he's feeling.
"You are so--" Will can't even finish and he really hope his tone tells Orym enough. He bows his head, keeping his lips near Orym's ear, his temple, as he shifts to do exactly as he's been told. No longer quite so worried about hurting Orym or making him uncomfortable, Will fucks him with more enthusiasm. He's still careful, mostly just trying make sure he's not going too fast when he works on coaxing his boyfriend to relax more, to take more. He slows down so he can spread his fingers more and he tries to focus on making Orym feel good, too.
He mouths Orym's neck and his earlobe, mumbling soft, urgent, slightly incoherent praise. Will shifts, trying to get a little bit of relief from his own distracting arousal. He absently grinds against the bedspread, just trying to take the edge off. He has no idea how he's going to last when he's inside Orym.
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"Yeah," he breathes, and moans as Will fucks him faster, fingers spreading. He must be split open wide, he can feel it where his own fingers sketch a light, tracing touch around his entrance. But for Will's cock, he has to be. It's raw and it's good, being filled and stretched and filled more, made to perfectly fit Will. Just for him.
Orym's eyes slip closed and his chin tilts up, turning his face to the ceiling as he pants. There's a wonderful warm ache in his muscles as he uses them to rock into Will's thrusts. Intentionally or not he keeps grinding against his prostate, which is basically inevitable when Orym is stuffed this full, but it's so overwhelming his hips start to jerk off-rhythm, and then his muscles are trembling too much to lift his hips much at all.
Every inch of Orym's skin is sensitive enough that the brush of Will's lips and even his breath as he speaks is enough to send waves of prickling heat through his body. With his lips together, his quiet whimpers don't quite make it out of his mouth, but they're audible still where they rise up in his throat.
The bed creaks a little as Will ruts against the sheets, and Orym wishes he could reach to stroke him, to feel how hard Will is for him. Instead he buries a hand in his boyfriend's mane of dark brown curls and wraps the other around himself, jerking his twitching cock and feeling it start to really fill again under his touch.
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He closes his eyes as Orym's fingers curl in his hair, holding onto him as he--oh. Will lifts his head just enough to see what Orym is doing, watching in a daze as his boyfriend jerks himself, working his cock back to fullness.
"Fuck, Orym," he whines softly. He pushes his nose into his boyfriend's hair, breathing him in as he tries to keep his head on straight. Will works carefully to spread his fingers, to shift them to encourage Orym's body to stretch and accept the extra width. "Tell me--tell me when you're ready."
Maybe it's not fair to put that on him, but Orym will know better than he does. Will likes to think he knows Orym's body really well now, but he thinks his boyfriend is the authority on this.
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So when he whispers, "I'm ready," not too long after Will asks, his boyfriend can be assured that he really means it. His eyes slip open, and his pupils are dark and wide under long brown lashes, searching in the dark a moment before he finds Will's face. His hand is still moving over his cock, and he feels good, worked open more than enough for his bigger partner to fit inside him. His hand slips from Will's hair to search blindly across the bedspread for the oil, eager to get Will slicked up. "Want you in me, Will."
He's also aware that no matter how much he wants it, Will has got to want it even more. He hasn't come yet, has barely even been touched since he moved out of Orym's reach. But Orym remembers the last time they did this, and the time before, how much Will enjoyed it--how much they both did. The patience and care is worth the reward.
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He withdraws his fingers slowly and tries to figure out how to do this. Every time it's a negotiation of position between what they want, need, and are capable of.
"How do you want it?" he whispers as he slicks himself, voice tight with restrained arousal. His cock is aching and he's trying not to indulge in stroking himself too much. Maybe he's been waiting for this, but figuring out this part is just as important as the rest. "I mean. How should we--"
He lets the question cut off, knowing Orym will catch what it is he's asking.
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Though it probably should have occurred to him sooner, Orym only really considers the how of it after Will asks, clearly as ready as he is. The way he seems to be just barely capable of holding himself in check is really attractive, and more than a little endearing.
"Mm. Don't know if my legs will hold me if I try and get on top right now," Orym admits with a grin that is half sheepish and half proud, because Will did that to him. That's how they've done this before, at least to start; with Orym kneeling over Will, taking him inside at his pace, just to be safe. But he trusts Will, who knows his body better than anyone else. He knows he'll be careful. "So--"
He reaches over his head for a pillow that's half his size. Stuffed under his back, it lifts his hips enough to give Will a better angle. In an unwitting display of flexibility, Orym makes it even better by bending his legs and pulling his knees to his chest, holding the back of his thighs to keep them in place. He's very aware of the display of himself he's making for Will, and though he wants Will to see him this way, he still feels himself flush.
"How's this?"
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Will doesn't bother to try to finish. He moves closer, leaning over Orym and covering him completely. He stops to press a sound kiss to his boyfriend's mouth before he moves so much that he can't quite reach anymore. He braces over Orym and guides his cock, just rubbing against his opening for a second before gently pushing inside. His breath catches in his throat and he whispers Orym's name as he gives a gentle thrust to sink deeper.
Orym is hot and even after all their work, he's still a bit tight. But not the way Will knows could hurt him. His hand leaves his cock in favor of brushing through Orym's hair. He gives another shallow rock of his hips, trying not to rush this even if Orym's said that he's ready for it.
"You feel so good, Orym. You are so... good."
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Feeling the hard grip of his own hands on the back of his thighs, Orym grits his teeth and still makes a soft, punched-out noise in his throat when Will begins to push in. The stretch is intense enough to wipe his mind clean of anything else, but not impossible. Will feels so big inside him, though. He is so big, the way almost everything is big through Orym's eyes. He watches himself take it and still almost can't believe he's capable of opening up so wide--and so deep, as Will rocks forward and sinks more of his cock past the tight grip of his entrance. He feels hedonistic and greedy, wanting all of that for himself. Every last hot, throbbing inch.
Panting hard through his nose, he looks up for a moment at Will's stumbling but sweet praise, trying to find his face. He gets an eyeful of his pecs instead, which isn't a bad deal. His face is so hot that when he nuzzles against Will's skin, it's almost cool by comparison, even though he can feel that Will is warm and damp with sweat.
Speaking is far, far beyond him, but he knows that Will is going to need some confirmation to keep going, and what Orym wants most in the world is for him to keep going. "Don't stop," he grits out, desperate and a little wild in a way he hasn't been before. Maybe because he was always in control, sinking down on Will himself. But now it's Will fucking into him, and it's ridiculous how affected he is by that shift in perspective.
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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.