Unleashed Chapter 2: Slow
Title: Unleashed Chapter 2: Slow
Fandom: Sky High
Rating: NC-17 for hardcore M/M sex
Pairing: Warren/Will
Summary: This time Will has a question.
The two of them fell asleep in their bed some time later, and Warren blinked sleepily as he found himself stroked into consciousness again. He felt someone slowly tracing down his arms, delicately running around the lines of the flame tattoos on his wrists, and then using strong, clever fingers to begin to massage his hands and forearms. He made some inarticulate sound of appreciation, gently pushing his hands deeper into the other’s. Warren had sensitive hands, courtesy of the extra nerves that conducted the fire he produced, and they were his one weak spot.
“You have an hour to stop doing that,” Warren muttered into the mattress as Will continued his caresses.
“Hmm… deal,” Will said, and Warren could hear a smile in his voice.
“What’s… this for?” Warren asked lazily.
“I’m bribing you,” Will said cheerfully, stroking back along pressure points on Warren’s wrists that made the pyro groan in pleasure.
“Whatever you want…” Warren said, half-opening his eyes to watch Will’s muscular arms slide down his own. Will had somehow managed to slide around behind Warren during their snooze, and Will’s voice was whispering in his ear in a rather sexy way.
“You should hear what I want before you start making promises,” Will warned.
“…What?” Warren finally got out.
“I, er… I had a thing I… um… wanted to do. With you. Together,” Will got out after a long moment. Warren quirked a brow and smiled. Finally he had gotten Will to the point where he was willing to discuss fantasies! The boy was almost a prude at times, despite Warren’s attempts to educate him, and last night (this morning?) had been the first time they had strayed into the realms of anything even approaching exotic.
“Like what, lover?” Warren asked, stretching slightly. He had meant to get Will to let go of his arms so he could drag him down for a kiss, but Will just kept up his clever massage, and trying to get Will to do something he didn’t want to was virtually impossible.
“Let me surprise you,” Will suggested. Warren was intrigued.
“Anything you want me to do?” he asked instead.
He didn’t want to press Will for details, because it would be a lot more fun that way if he didn’t know. Some of Warren’s past partners had been so willing to try anything he wouldn’t have dared walk into a scene blind, but he hadn’t gotten together with Will because he was a performance artist in the sack. Will was more a meat and potatoes kind of guy when it came to most things, including sex, but his genuine love for Warren made even the most mundane experiences wonderful.
But still, twice in one night he’s ready to try something new? I must be getting good karma from somewhere…
“Erm… nope, just you be you, and I’ll be, um, me…” Will said. “We can umm, keep the same safeword though, if, um… ya know…”
“Things get too intense?” Warren filled in before Will could go into a permanent blush.
“Yeah, that,” Will said gratefully. “So um… here we go?” He added the last uncertainly, and Warren laughed.
“Anything you want Stronghold,” he said, pushing back into Will.
He waited silently, but Will only kept sliding those strong, clever fingers around his wrists and hands until Warren was completely relaxed. Then Will leaned down and kissed Warren on the neck, those strong lips and stronger tongue sucking and licking hard and slow, practically putting Warren into cross-eyed spasms of pleasure. Where the hell did he learn to do that? some small part of him wondered. The rest was just enjoying the treat.
He was so involved with the slow, strong kiss that he barely noticed when Will took his hands away from Warren’s, but he did definitely notice when Will’s left hand, liberally slicked with lube, found its way to his ass. Smooth fingers caressed along the crack gently, then slowly circled, torturously, a tiny hair closer in each time to the entrance to Warren’s body.
“Will…” Warren gasped, trying to push back a bit to move those fingers in faster. But Will simply resisted, keeping up the same unhurried pace, and there was not a thing Warren could do to move things along if Will didn’t decide he wanted to. Will was too strong to force.
That’s what he wants! he realized through a dopey haze of pleasure. Squirm, beg, because I’m trapped here as long as he wants me. The idea of being trapped in a prison of flesh was far from unpleasant. Actually, it was pretty damn erotic, and Warren wondered if Will had the control to pull it off. Well, he’d have fun testing!
Most of his thoughts went flying out the window when Will’s first two fingers finally found their way inside Warren and began to stroke and stretch slowly. Warren hadn’t bottomed that much, and the rather rough encounter earlier tonight had just reminded him of how unprepared he had been, particularly for Will, but now Will seemed to be getting him ready for a second assault. Blood flooded his groin at the thought.
“I want to be in you,” Will whispered in his ear, stopping his amazing kisses, but slowly tracing his right hand down Warren’s chest, the slow path on an eventual collision course (Warren fervently hoped) for his aching cock. “I loved being in you tonight. I want to do it again. And again. And again.”
Will’s fingers punctuated his words with short thrusts up into Warren’s body, their tips just brushing his prostate, and pleasure like white lightning shot through his body. Then the fingers kept up their languid and through exploration of Warren’s ass, stretching him slowly. The feeling was amazing, but with their strength, there was also a feeling of inevitability.
Those fingers were on a slow but inexorable path, and nothing was going to stop them, or Will, from claiming Warren in the deepest way possible. If Warren didn’t want to be fucked, that was just too damned bad. And that was seriously turning Warren on. Asking Will to fuck him was one thing. Having Will take the initiative was something else entirely.
“What took you so long to figure out why I liked doing it to you?” Warren asked instead, twisting at a somewhat awkward angle so he could kiss Will on the lips. It might have been impossible for some, but Warren was a big believer in flexibility training. Very useful as a superhero. Extremely useful with a super-strong lover.
“Just me being a blockhead, as usual,” Will said, adding a third finger in the same unhurried pace.
Warren had to stop talking as Will’s other hand traced slowly down his abs and began to slide back and forth above his cock in a teasing gesture. Then Will added a fourth finger behind, and Warren gasped a bit when Will curled them up slowly and then spread them.
“Damnit lover, shit,” Warren swore softly, involuntarily bucking to try to get more friction, more contact.
Nothing doing. It was like trying to move a machine. A little desperate to move things along, Warren tried to snake his hand around to knead at Will’s ass. Warren normally made love like how fire burned, fast and hard, bringing them both off to an explosive climax that left them seeing stars. This slow, inexorable spiral to pleasure was killing him.
“Patience,” Will whispered huskily, biting him gently on the neck.
Warren’s hands slipped around Will’s body and clamped onto that fine, tight, muscular ass behind him, trying to clutch Will tighter to him. Predictably, he couldn’t move Will an inch. Then Will twisted and stretched his fingers again, slowly pushing even further into Warren’s body, and Warren swore creatively as Will’s slick knuckles pushed past the muscular ring of his ass.
“God, Will, please!” Warren begged, thrashing his head side to side as Will slowly curled and uncurled his fingers inside him, and his right hand slowly curled one finger partway around the base of Warren’s cock. “So good Will, please!”
Warren had never begged Will like this before, at least, not before tonight. He knew he must be quite a sight, writhing in Will’s grasp, impaled on his hand, completely at the smaller man’s mercy. Will wasn’t giving an inch as Warren’s desperate clutching of his ass, so Warren moved his hands again to run through Will’s hair.
“I’m going to give you everything you want,” Will whispered in his ear, and Warren froze to hear his lover’s voice. “Every. Single. Inch of it.”
Warren swallowed, eyes wide. Please, he begged mentally.
“And I’m not going to stop until I’m completely satisfied,” he breathed.
Warren’s mouth went dry. Will had phenomenal endurance, able to go dozens of rounds battling super-strong villains if necessary. Warren had no idea how long a completely rested Will could go with him. The idea was terrifying and sexy at the same time. Warren panted hard as Will pushed his hand just the last little bit into him, until his entire fist was ensheathed in Warren’s hot body.
Gasping, Warren clenched hard around the invading fist, anything to try to get Will to break a little too, moving his hands from Will’s head so he wouldn’t set his hair on fire.
“No tricks,” Will warned, and twisted his wrist slightly, uncurling his fingers at the same time.
Warren howled in animal pleasure, bucking futilely in Will’s grasp. Desperately he tried to put his own hand on his aching cock to take some of the pressure off, but froze when Will wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the shaft.
“Keep your hands away from yourself,” Will warned in a deceptively casual tone.
“Or… what?” Warren gasped.
“I’ll take my hand away, and I won’t put anything back.” He twisted his wrist again to emphasize the point, and Warren screamed in ecstasy.
The threat worked, and Warren instead slid his hand down Will’s thigh instead of down his own. With the same slow pace, Will worked his hand out, ignoring whimpers from Warren, and pressed up behind his ass with his engorged cock. Despite the fact that Warren knew Will was big, but obviously not as big as a fist, he felt bigger.
Then, oh God, he pushed in, so slow, so slow… Will’s hand on Warren’s cock moved down slowly as well, from the head down towards the base, echoing the infinitely slow slide into Warren’s body. Despite the extensive preparation, Warren could feel Will stretching him, and reveled in the feeling of fullness as Will finally sank in to the hilt, bringing his fist down to the base of Warren’s cock as he went.
Breathing in shallow gasps, Warren could feel his body twitch and pulse with every tiny motion of Will’s cock, and almost laughed at how he must look. He was a cock puppet, dancing to Will’s tune, at his mercy and pleasure for as long as Will lasted. That strong, strong cock was pressed up against Warren’s prostate, and a particularly strong twitch finally laid Warren out.
“Will!” Warren screamed as the last of his sorely tested control went.
His fiery-hot cream exploded over Will’s hand and Warren’s stomach, filling the two men’s nostrils with the smell of sex. Warren was still hard though, and to his amazement, Will just pulled out very, very slowly, moving his hand up on Warren’s cock, starting all over again.
“So good… good,” Warren said vaguely, one hand sliding down Will’s thigh, the other reaching back to run through his hair and down his neck, heating up his hands as he went, trying to arouse his lover to new speed. But Will would not be rushed.
Warren lost track of the number of times Will had torturously pulled out of him, sliding his hand up his cock, or blissfully slid back into him, squeezing his fist down to Warren’s base at the same time. It was the slowest action Warren had ever gotten, and also, possibly the best. Showing a control Warren didn’t know Will even had, no amount of squirming, thrashing, heating up, or dirty talk would get him to move even a tiny bit faster.
How many times had Will cum? Six? Seven? A truly ridiculous amount for any normal man, but Will’s super-strength made each one a thunderous experience. Feeling Will cumming inside him was astonishing, as Will’s size made Warren feel every single pulse coming out of his cock, and would have been enough to set Warren off himself each time, if he had been capable. Will always came long and hard, clutching Warren to him desperately, showing just a tiny break in his control that let Warren know Will was enjoying this as much as he was.
What time is it? Warren though idly, arcing his back slightly back into Will’s embrace. It had been hours since Will had started on him, and Warren had totally lost track of time. Fatigue was starting to pull at him, and while his indestructible flesh couldn’t really get sore from a marathon of sex, he had to eat sometime. But Will was still slowly pistoning in and out of him, leaving Warren a little too preoccupied to discuss the mundane considerations of consumables.
Will was keeping Warren dancing on edge, adding enough random squeezes and short, faster thrusts from time to time to keep Warren engaged. But Will had to be close to the end, and Warren decided to show his lover he didn’t have all of Warren’s numbers yet.
Enough is enough; he’s made his point, Warren thought with a naughty grin. So Will could turn the tables on him. It was a good thing to know. Warren still had a bigger bag of tricks though.
“Will,” Warren breathed, lowering his voice deliberately and roughening it so it rumbled deep in his chest, something more felt than heard. Will leaned in, putting his head on Warren’s shoulder, and sliding deep into Warren’s body. Groaning a little at the feeling, Warren stealthily ran one hot hand down Will’s thigh.
“So good lover… too good,” he murmured, letting Will lean in closer to hear him.
Then Warren pounced, twisting at an unlikely angle to catch Will’s lips with his own, pouring every ounce of his considerable erotic skill into the kiss. Warren knew he was quite good in that department, and could bring Will off with a single intense make-out session if he wanted to. It didn’t fail him this time, as Will went entirely limp, other than in one crucial area, at the feel of Warren’s lips on his. Taking advantage, Warren’s hand snuck around to Will’s ass and powered up hard, sliding his flaming hand into Will’s body.
With anyone else that would be a particularly twisted kind of torture. With Will it was a very intense erotic experience that Warren didn’t perform too often. Groaning, Will involuntarily thrust hard into Warren’s body, and both men stifled gasps in each other’s mouths at the feeling.
“Yes, Will, yes, give it to me, please, harder, faster, Will please!” Warren chanted softly but intensely in between kisses. He could feel Will smiling against his lips, and gave a good-natured mental curse when he realized Will had wanted him to break first.
“Warren, love you,” Will said when he paused to catch his breath, and suddenly picked up the pace. It didn’t take more than a few intensely satisfying hard strokes to bring them both off hard for the last time, screams of pleasure muffled in their kisses.
Warren hissed a little when Will pulled completely out of him finally, and both men lay on their backs, panting in the aftermath of their shared orgasm.
“Wow,” Will said finally.
“Didn’t know you had that in you,” Warren said, lacing his hands behind his head. “I’m impressed.”
“Well, you asked if I had picked up any tips in the last two years. I couldn’t let you think I’m boring or something,” Will pointed out, sounding just a hint uncertain.
“You never bore me, Will, never,” Warren said, rolling over to clasp Will to him.
“I’ll just have to make sure I never do,” Will added with a mischievous grin.
“I can live with that,” Warren said with a smile.
Fandom: Sky High
Rating: NC-17 for hardcore M/M sex
Pairing: Warren/Will
Summary: This time Will has a question.
The two of them fell asleep in their bed some time later, and Warren blinked sleepily as he found himself stroked into consciousness again. He felt someone slowly tracing down his arms, delicately running around the lines of the flame tattoos on his wrists, and then using strong, clever fingers to begin to massage his hands and forearms. He made some inarticulate sound of appreciation, gently pushing his hands deeper into the other’s. Warren had sensitive hands, courtesy of the extra nerves that conducted the fire he produced, and they were his one weak spot.
“You have an hour to stop doing that,” Warren muttered into the mattress as Will continued his caresses.
“Hmm… deal,” Will said, and Warren could hear a smile in his voice.
“What’s… this for?” Warren asked lazily.
“I’m bribing you,” Will said cheerfully, stroking back along pressure points on Warren’s wrists that made the pyro groan in pleasure.
“Whatever you want…” Warren said, half-opening his eyes to watch Will’s muscular arms slide down his own. Will had somehow managed to slide around behind Warren during their snooze, and Will’s voice was whispering in his ear in a rather sexy way.
“You should hear what I want before you start making promises,” Will warned.
“…What?” Warren finally got out.
“I, er… I had a thing I… um… wanted to do. With you. Together,” Will got out after a long moment. Warren quirked a brow and smiled. Finally he had gotten Will to the point where he was willing to discuss fantasies! The boy was almost a prude at times, despite Warren’s attempts to educate him, and last night (this morning?) had been the first time they had strayed into the realms of anything even approaching exotic.
“Like what, lover?” Warren asked, stretching slightly. He had meant to get Will to let go of his arms so he could drag him down for a kiss, but Will just kept up his clever massage, and trying to get Will to do something he didn’t want to was virtually impossible.
“Let me surprise you,” Will suggested. Warren was intrigued.
“Anything you want me to do?” he asked instead.
He didn’t want to press Will for details, because it would be a lot more fun that way if he didn’t know. Some of Warren’s past partners had been so willing to try anything he wouldn’t have dared walk into a scene blind, but he hadn’t gotten together with Will because he was a performance artist in the sack. Will was more a meat and potatoes kind of guy when it came to most things, including sex, but his genuine love for Warren made even the most mundane experiences wonderful.
But still, twice in one night he’s ready to try something new? I must be getting good karma from somewhere…
“Erm… nope, just you be you, and I’ll be, um, me…” Will said. “We can umm, keep the same safeword though, if, um… ya know…”
“Things get too intense?” Warren filled in before Will could go into a permanent blush.
“Yeah, that,” Will said gratefully. “So um… here we go?” He added the last uncertainly, and Warren laughed.
“Anything you want Stronghold,” he said, pushing back into Will.
He waited silently, but Will only kept sliding those strong, clever fingers around his wrists and hands until Warren was completely relaxed. Then Will leaned down and kissed Warren on the neck, those strong lips and stronger tongue sucking and licking hard and slow, practically putting Warren into cross-eyed spasms of pleasure. Where the hell did he learn to do that? some small part of him wondered. The rest was just enjoying the treat.
He was so involved with the slow, strong kiss that he barely noticed when Will took his hands away from Warren’s, but he did definitely notice when Will’s left hand, liberally slicked with lube, found its way to his ass. Smooth fingers caressed along the crack gently, then slowly circled, torturously, a tiny hair closer in each time to the entrance to Warren’s body.
“Will…” Warren gasped, trying to push back a bit to move those fingers in faster. But Will simply resisted, keeping up the same unhurried pace, and there was not a thing Warren could do to move things along if Will didn’t decide he wanted to. Will was too strong to force.
That’s what he wants! he realized through a dopey haze of pleasure. Squirm, beg, because I’m trapped here as long as he wants me. The idea of being trapped in a prison of flesh was far from unpleasant. Actually, it was pretty damn erotic, and Warren wondered if Will had the control to pull it off. Well, he’d have fun testing!
Most of his thoughts went flying out the window when Will’s first two fingers finally found their way inside Warren and began to stroke and stretch slowly. Warren hadn’t bottomed that much, and the rather rough encounter earlier tonight had just reminded him of how unprepared he had been, particularly for Will, but now Will seemed to be getting him ready for a second assault. Blood flooded his groin at the thought.
“I want to be in you,” Will whispered in his ear, stopping his amazing kisses, but slowly tracing his right hand down Warren’s chest, the slow path on an eventual collision course (Warren fervently hoped) for his aching cock. “I loved being in you tonight. I want to do it again. And again. And again.”
Will’s fingers punctuated his words with short thrusts up into Warren’s body, their tips just brushing his prostate, and pleasure like white lightning shot through his body. Then the fingers kept up their languid and through exploration of Warren’s ass, stretching him slowly. The feeling was amazing, but with their strength, there was also a feeling of inevitability.
Those fingers were on a slow but inexorable path, and nothing was going to stop them, or Will, from claiming Warren in the deepest way possible. If Warren didn’t want to be fucked, that was just too damned bad. And that was seriously turning Warren on. Asking Will to fuck him was one thing. Having Will take the initiative was something else entirely.
“What took you so long to figure out why I liked doing it to you?” Warren asked instead, twisting at a somewhat awkward angle so he could kiss Will on the lips. It might have been impossible for some, but Warren was a big believer in flexibility training. Very useful as a superhero. Extremely useful with a super-strong lover.
“Just me being a blockhead, as usual,” Will said, adding a third finger in the same unhurried pace.
Warren had to stop talking as Will’s other hand traced slowly down his abs and began to slide back and forth above his cock in a teasing gesture. Then Will added a fourth finger behind, and Warren gasped a bit when Will curled them up slowly and then spread them.
“Damnit lover, shit,” Warren swore softly, involuntarily bucking to try to get more friction, more contact.
Nothing doing. It was like trying to move a machine. A little desperate to move things along, Warren tried to snake his hand around to knead at Will’s ass. Warren normally made love like how fire burned, fast and hard, bringing them both off to an explosive climax that left them seeing stars. This slow, inexorable spiral to pleasure was killing him.
“Patience,” Will whispered huskily, biting him gently on the neck.
Warren’s hands slipped around Will’s body and clamped onto that fine, tight, muscular ass behind him, trying to clutch Will tighter to him. Predictably, he couldn’t move Will an inch. Then Will twisted and stretched his fingers again, slowly pushing even further into Warren’s body, and Warren swore creatively as Will’s slick knuckles pushed past the muscular ring of his ass.
“God, Will, please!” Warren begged, thrashing his head side to side as Will slowly curled and uncurled his fingers inside him, and his right hand slowly curled one finger partway around the base of Warren’s cock. “So good Will, please!”
Warren had never begged Will like this before, at least, not before tonight. He knew he must be quite a sight, writhing in Will’s grasp, impaled on his hand, completely at the smaller man’s mercy. Will wasn’t giving an inch as Warren’s desperate clutching of his ass, so Warren moved his hands again to run through Will’s hair.
“I’m going to give you everything you want,” Will whispered in his ear, and Warren froze to hear his lover’s voice. “Every. Single. Inch of it.”
Warren swallowed, eyes wide. Please, he begged mentally.
“And I’m not going to stop until I’m completely satisfied,” he breathed.
Warren’s mouth went dry. Will had phenomenal endurance, able to go dozens of rounds battling super-strong villains if necessary. Warren had no idea how long a completely rested Will could go with him. The idea was terrifying and sexy at the same time. Warren panted hard as Will pushed his hand just the last little bit into him, until his entire fist was ensheathed in Warren’s hot body.
Gasping, Warren clenched hard around the invading fist, anything to try to get Will to break a little too, moving his hands from Will’s head so he wouldn’t set his hair on fire.
“No tricks,” Will warned, and twisted his wrist slightly, uncurling his fingers at the same time.
Warren howled in animal pleasure, bucking futilely in Will’s grasp. Desperately he tried to put his own hand on his aching cock to take some of the pressure off, but froze when Will wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the shaft.
“Keep your hands away from yourself,” Will warned in a deceptively casual tone.
“Or… what?” Warren gasped.
“I’ll take my hand away, and I won’t put anything back.” He twisted his wrist again to emphasize the point, and Warren screamed in ecstasy.
The threat worked, and Warren instead slid his hand down Will’s thigh instead of down his own. With the same slow pace, Will worked his hand out, ignoring whimpers from Warren, and pressed up behind his ass with his engorged cock. Despite the fact that Warren knew Will was big, but obviously not as big as a fist, he felt bigger.
Then, oh God, he pushed in, so slow, so slow… Will’s hand on Warren’s cock moved down slowly as well, from the head down towards the base, echoing the infinitely slow slide into Warren’s body. Despite the extensive preparation, Warren could feel Will stretching him, and reveled in the feeling of fullness as Will finally sank in to the hilt, bringing his fist down to the base of Warren’s cock as he went.
Breathing in shallow gasps, Warren could feel his body twitch and pulse with every tiny motion of Will’s cock, and almost laughed at how he must look. He was a cock puppet, dancing to Will’s tune, at his mercy and pleasure for as long as Will lasted. That strong, strong cock was pressed up against Warren’s prostate, and a particularly strong twitch finally laid Warren out.
“Will!” Warren screamed as the last of his sorely tested control went.
His fiery-hot cream exploded over Will’s hand and Warren’s stomach, filling the two men’s nostrils with the smell of sex. Warren was still hard though, and to his amazement, Will just pulled out very, very slowly, moving his hand up on Warren’s cock, starting all over again.
“So good… good,” Warren said vaguely, one hand sliding down Will’s thigh, the other reaching back to run through his hair and down his neck, heating up his hands as he went, trying to arouse his lover to new speed. But Will would not be rushed.
Warren lost track of the number of times Will had torturously pulled out of him, sliding his hand up his cock, or blissfully slid back into him, squeezing his fist down to Warren’s base at the same time. It was the slowest action Warren had ever gotten, and also, possibly the best. Showing a control Warren didn’t know Will even had, no amount of squirming, thrashing, heating up, or dirty talk would get him to move even a tiny bit faster.
How many times had Will cum? Six? Seven? A truly ridiculous amount for any normal man, but Will’s super-strength made each one a thunderous experience. Feeling Will cumming inside him was astonishing, as Will’s size made Warren feel every single pulse coming out of his cock, and would have been enough to set Warren off himself each time, if he had been capable. Will always came long and hard, clutching Warren to him desperately, showing just a tiny break in his control that let Warren know Will was enjoying this as much as he was.
What time is it? Warren though idly, arcing his back slightly back into Will’s embrace. It had been hours since Will had started on him, and Warren had totally lost track of time. Fatigue was starting to pull at him, and while his indestructible flesh couldn’t really get sore from a marathon of sex, he had to eat sometime. But Will was still slowly pistoning in and out of him, leaving Warren a little too preoccupied to discuss the mundane considerations of consumables.
Will was keeping Warren dancing on edge, adding enough random squeezes and short, faster thrusts from time to time to keep Warren engaged. But Will had to be close to the end, and Warren decided to show his lover he didn’t have all of Warren’s numbers yet.
Enough is enough; he’s made his point, Warren thought with a naughty grin. So Will could turn the tables on him. It was a good thing to know. Warren still had a bigger bag of tricks though.
“Will,” Warren breathed, lowering his voice deliberately and roughening it so it rumbled deep in his chest, something more felt than heard. Will leaned in, putting his head on Warren’s shoulder, and sliding deep into Warren’s body. Groaning a little at the feeling, Warren stealthily ran one hot hand down Will’s thigh.
“So good lover… too good,” he murmured, letting Will lean in closer to hear him.
Then Warren pounced, twisting at an unlikely angle to catch Will’s lips with his own, pouring every ounce of his considerable erotic skill into the kiss. Warren knew he was quite good in that department, and could bring Will off with a single intense make-out session if he wanted to. It didn’t fail him this time, as Will went entirely limp, other than in one crucial area, at the feel of Warren’s lips on his. Taking advantage, Warren’s hand snuck around to Will’s ass and powered up hard, sliding his flaming hand into Will’s body.
With anyone else that would be a particularly twisted kind of torture. With Will it was a very intense erotic experience that Warren didn’t perform too often. Groaning, Will involuntarily thrust hard into Warren’s body, and both men stifled gasps in each other’s mouths at the feeling.
“Yes, Will, yes, give it to me, please, harder, faster, Will please!” Warren chanted softly but intensely in between kisses. He could feel Will smiling against his lips, and gave a good-natured mental curse when he realized Will had wanted him to break first.
“Warren, love you,” Will said when he paused to catch his breath, and suddenly picked up the pace. It didn’t take more than a few intensely satisfying hard strokes to bring them both off hard for the last time, screams of pleasure muffled in their kisses.
Warren hissed a little when Will pulled completely out of him finally, and both men lay on their backs, panting in the aftermath of their shared orgasm.
“Wow,” Will said finally.
“Didn’t know you had that in you,” Warren said, lacing his hands behind his head. “I’m impressed.”
“Well, you asked if I had picked up any tips in the last two years. I couldn’t let you think I’m boring or something,” Will pointed out, sounding just a hint uncertain.
“You never bore me, Will, never,” Warren said, rolling over to clasp Will to him.
“I’ll just have to make sure I never do,” Will added with a mischievous grin.
“I can live with that,” Warren said with a smile.