“Sorry. Bonappétitto me.” He leans his head and runs his tongue against the tight opening. Will shivers, and Owen spreads his ass cheeks further. He circles the tight muscles with the tip of his tongue, encouraged by Will’s moans.
“How ridiculous do I sound?”
Ridiculous?Owen raises his head.“I’ve never heard anything sexier in my life. I’m going to finger you now.” He lowers Will’s legs onto the mattress, keeping thembent. Using the spit he left, he slides a finger between the tight muscles, mindful of Will’s body and searching for any signs of discomfort or pain. But Will takes it calmly, until Owen’s finger is buried deep inside, enveloped by the most wonderful feeling of warmth.
“You feel so good.”
Will opens his eyes, watching Owen through his spread legs. “I love having you inside me.”
“But you would like to feel more of me, right?”
Will smiles. “Everything you want to put inside.”
“Can I have it in writing?”
“Well, maybe noteverything.”
“Too late. Here comes my foot.”
“Owen!”
Laughing, Owen slips another finger in, massaging wherever he can reach. Will’s breaths become louder as he watches the ceiling, though his eyes keep rolling backward. Owen bends his fingers and slides them an inch deeper.
Will sucks in a sharp breath. “O-owen.”
I guess I found the hidden treasure.He massages the area, slow and steady, though nothing is steady about Will’s body and face. It would have been comical if it weren’t so goddamn hot. Owen presses harder, and Will gasps, his chest moving up and down rapidly.
“I think I lost something up there.”
“W-what?”
“Let me see if I can find it.” Owen wiggles his fingersin the narrow space, and Will grips the bedsheet tightly.
“Didn’t find it. Maybe deeper.”
“Ha!” Will turns his head from side to side, his balls tightening.
“Can you help me find it?” Owen asks.
Will begins to rock his hips on Owen’s fingers, sliding them in and out. He strokes his chest as he’s doing that, seemingly lost in a private bubble of pleasure.
Owen doesn’t press him to verbalize how he feels; the precum dripping freely on his stomach speaks louder than words. He uses his other hand to rub the sticky drops around Will’s navel.
“Want a taste?”
Will stops moving his hips and nods. “I’ll give it a try.”
Owen scoops some more of the precum and hands it to Will, who sucks on his sticky fingers.
“I wouldn’t order it as a dessert.”
Owen leans his head down to lick Will’s stomach and taste for himself. “I would. Will’s Molten Lava Cake.”
Will laughs. “I wonder how many calories.”
“It’s all about the protein.” He slowly pulls his fingers out. “We should get tested,” he says as he opens the drawer to get the lube and condoms. “Then we won’t need to use rubber anymore.”
Will seems hesitant, almost worried.
