Will wiggled his wrists in Harry’s tight grasp. He thought about fighting to get himself free but he couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of being trapped, unable to resist Harry’s advances. So his fight was half-hearted at best. Harry released his lips from the hard kiss to suck in a breath before using his free hand to angle Will’s head to lick at the seam of his mouth. The corner of Will's mouth twitched in a smile before he slowly parted his lips for Harry's entry. Will wanted to be touched more though and he drew a leg up to stroke his foot along the inside Harry’s calf. Harry’s attention stayed on his mouth, stroking their tongues together. Will tried to lift his hips off the bed but couldn’t get the right purchase to make the contact he wanted. Harry tightened his hold on Will's wrists, causing Will to wince. When his gaze met Harry's, he nibbled at Will's bottom lip. 

"Did I not give you the attention you wanted?" Will teased, leaning up kiss Harry's jaw. "Don't worry," he kissed his way back to Harry's lips, "I'm all yours." He pursed his lips in invitation.

Harry brought his mouth back to Will’s, lowering his chest for a second. When tight nipples brushed against his own, Will almost fought harder to free himself. He wanted to get his hands on Harry’s body. He could lavish Harry’s beautiful chest all day and never grow tired. He should’ve taken more advantage of him when he could. Instead, he groaned into his lover’s mouth, which was met with a sharper bite to his lip. His eyes opened again to see Harry’s heated ones. Will wanted that heat everywhere on him.

"And you're all mine," he challenged with narrowed eyes, which Harry accepted with a quirk of his eyebrow.

Harry’s free hand wrapped around Will’s hips, pulling them off the bed to roughly connect them to his own. Will’s cock was already hard and he drew in a sharp breath at the contact of Harry’s fabric-clad dick. Harry ground against him, rocking into him while nuzzling his nose into Will’s neck. His nose moved up to bury into Will’s undone hair. Will wanted to lose himself in the sensation but it wasn't enough. The thin cotton of Harry's underwear was distracting. It restricted Will's access to the hottest part of Harry. He couldn't have anything between them.

He ripped his hands out of Harry’s with a grunt, fisting the boxers in his hands and tearing them off of him. A chuckle sounded from above him, one that stopped abruptly when Will stroked Harry from the base of his cock to the tip, using his thumb to rub the leaking pre-cum around his slit. He tilted his head back to stare into Harry’s eyes, bringing his thumb to his mouth, Harry watching intently. The tip of his tongue met a bead of liquid that was slowly traveling down the side. He dragged his lower lip against it, kissing his way up his own thumb, before licking it clean. "Delicious," he purred.

When he looked back up, Harry's hands were clenched at his sides, emphasizing his broad shoulders and muscular biceps and...perfect chest. He'd get there soon enough.

Will leaned forward to place gentle kisses on Harry’s pelvis, ignoring the cock waiting at attention. Will heard Harry’s huff of frustration and smiled against tan skin, his fingers drawing lazy, teasing circles. He glanced up to find Harry running his hands over his short hair, his breath coming out in uneven puffs. Will walked his fingers up Harry’s stomach to get his attention. Harry swung his head back down to glare at Will, who simply smiled before pushing himself to his knees to be even with Harry.

He dragged his nails down the smooth skin of Harry’s beautiful chest, grazing over a hard peak. Wrapping an arm behind his back, he tilted Harry back to give himself better access to his nipples. He kissed with fervor, smooching it like it was his last time to do so. He bit his way across the wide expanse, leaving hickies where he could, before giving the other nipple the same treatment. When he felt Harry tremble in his arms, he gave a nipple one final bite then yanked Harry back up. His hands immediately flew to the pecs he'd been cherishing, the sensitive skin shivering under his touch.

Will kissed Harry's cheek. "Should the teasing be over?" At Harry's nod, Will pushed him onto his side, laying himself down so he was staring at his lover's cock.

Harry wouldn't have minded be teased even more, but at the feeling of Will’s tongue on him, he ignored the idea. He ran his own hand through the hair on Will's stomach before fondling his dick in his hand. He played his tongue over the slit, trying to ignore how good Will’s mouth felt on him. Gathering spit in his mouth, Harry mouthed the tip, using his hand to rub the spit down his length. Over and over, he stroked Will, stopping when Will deep-throated him. Will's mouth was hot and Harry wanted to thrust into him with abandon right then and there.

Harry breathed hard against Will’s dick, trying to refocus. He placed open-mouthed kisses against Will, gasping when Will’s throat swallowed around him. It was like he was encouraging him to come as fast as possible. He shut his eyes hard to ignore the sensation.

He opened his mouth and closed it around the top of Will’s cock, rotating his stroking hand around the shaft. His tongue was moving in uncertain caresses, drool dripping down to assist his handjob. As he was reaching for Will’s balls, Will beat him to the punch, massaging Harry and swallowing around his cock. An orgasm washed over him before he could tamp down the feeling and his mouth and hand stilled around Will.

When he felt ready to continue his ministrations, Will had already pulled out of him, his cock looking painfully hard. Harry frowned and went to reach for him.

Will shook his head. “Baby, I’m ready for a different position.” Harry obliged him. His flirtatious smile and twinkling eyes were very convincing. But in the back of Harry's mind, he wondered if he was doing something wrong.