Will’s somewhat composed expression falls apart, leaving him moaning and biting his lip. He raises his arm and grabs the headboard, giving Owen a view of his strong bicep as it flexes. Owen moves his palm across Will’s stretched body, traveling up and down over warm flesh and curves. It feels like exploring a map he wishes to know every nook and cranny.
He slows down his thrusting and goes instead for deep and sudden shoves. Will gasps with every penetration. When it’s time to slip himself inside again, Owen puts a finger next to his cock and slides both inside.
Will’s eyes open wide. “Never a dull moment with you.”
“Does it feel nice?”
“Yes, but it can’t be comfortable for you.”
“I can manage, but my finger is getting lonely.”
Will wets his lips. “Maybe it needs a friend.”
Owen slides out slowly, then adds another finger before carefully sliding back inside. It’s mind-blowing to feel Will’s body like that.
“You’re getting me close, Owen.”
“I’m not even touching your cock.”
“I know, but I think I’m close.”
He doesn’t believe he can make Will come without touching his cock, but he’s up for the challenge. He pulls out his fingers and resumes thrusting harder with his cock. With his free hand, he holds Will’s balls. They feel heavy and warm as they dangle in his palm. Since his mouth is not occupied, he licks and nibbles every piece of Will’s skin that he can reach, focusing on the sensitive area between his shoulder and neck.
“Owen… I’m close.”
“Don’t tell me—show me.”
Will shivers. The sounds escaping his throat are high and pitchy. “Close,” he pants. “I’m… Owen, I’m… oh my God.”
He lowers his face to see Will’s cock shooting cum all over the mattress. Amazed, Owen thrusts harder until he can no longer hold. He grips Will’s hips and shootsinside him.
They both breathe heavily, their sweaty bodies entangled like vines. Once Owen’s heart is no longer in danger of bursting, he slowly slips out of Will. The man lies with his eyes half closed, a peaceful expression on his beautiful face. His hair is stuck to his forehead.
“How was it?” Owen asks, running his fingers over Will’s ribs.
“I don’t have the right vocabulary to answer, so I’ll settle for a thank you.” He lets out a long breath. “I’m still floating.”
“Are you sore?”
“Yeah, but it was worth it.”
Owen rests the side of his head on Will’s head, both watching each other’s flushed faces in the mirror. Owen clears his throat. “I think it’s the right time to let you know that my aunt invited you over for dinner tomorrow.”
Will tenses, as Owen expected him to. “That didn’t come from her.”
“It did. She said that if you and I are serious, she wants to get to know you better. I’m sure she’ll be… well, bitchy, but she won’t be overly rude. I get it if you don’t want to go after what happened between you two, but I saw it as a sign that she’s willing to give us a chance. Maybe others in town will be next.”
“Don’t be too optimistic, Owen. Please.”
“I know, but this is a good thing that she’s trying todo for me. Would you come?”
Will remains quiet for a long time, his eyes troubled. Finally, when Owen is about to give up, Will says, “I’ll be there.”
*
“I’m sure it will be a lovely dinner.”
Owen shakes his head. “You’re being cynical. I can tell.”
