William's breaths leave him in silent gasps as he allows Oliver to lead him. He has only wanted this since he noticed Oliver. He has waited long for this moment, to feel Oliver on him, in him, to make him feel things that no man has ever made him feel in over two years. Oliver's hand tighten around William's, making him simultaneously close his smaller hand in a circle around the man's hot muscle. His fingers don't meet, there's only about an inch left, but it still makes William blush to his ears at just how big Oliver's dick is. His heart hammers in his chest as he licks his lips, the realization of what he's doing finally getting to him.
He squeezes the hot muscle slightly as it hardens even more. A shiver runs through him. He's still not sure how he got here, but he's not complaining. It's Oliver's dick! How the fuck can he complain when he has the man so hard and hot and needy? William bites his lip with a smirk as Oliver's hand forces him to rub it slightly, stroking it gently. He goes along with it, loving how even the slightest movements of his soft hands make Oliver gasp. The man's hands leave William's, allowing him to continue on his own.
Oliver's head falls on William's shoulder as he lets out a silent gasp when William's thumb rubs the tip of his dick. It's sending him over the edge as he tries but barely manages to suppress a loud moan. It's a soft whisper of a moan, because he's trying as much as possible to not wake Jason up. He lifts his head to stare at William, his eyes hooded and pupils dilated. Adrenaline spikes through William at the thought of being caught with a man who is just as needy and horny as he is. Untethered to his sanity, William turns to Oliver and looks up at him. Oliver's green eyes are already staring him down, hooded, and burning with lustful need. William can see the built-up desire behind Oliver's gaze, he knows that all the blond man wants to take him, do whatever he wants with him at that moment.
And William wants that too. He wants that so fucking much that he doesn't even think about what he does next. There's no time to think! All he wants is to feel Oliver's lips against his. He leans up and presses his lips against Oliver's, hard. It's not soft or romantic, no. William does not care for that. He's needy and his only thought is to take as much as Oliver will give him. Their lips mold in sync like those of lovebirds who have longed for each other for centuries. It's hot, hard, and messy. It's full of lust and fiery desire. He kisses him like a man starved, like a man getting to quench his hunger, his thirst, satisfying his cravings yet still begging for more. It's greedy. Tongue against tongue, lips against lips, sweaty and soul-sucking. And it's all William has ever dreamed of.
Oliver's hands sneak around William's waist, earning a sweet moan from the smaller man. His voice is like music to his ears, soft and feathery. He lifts him up with ease, placing William on his lap. The smaller man's arms come around his neck as their kiss deepens. He grinds on him, pressing their hard members together. He moans against Oliver's lips as a shiver runs through him, only from the man's touch alone. He loves how Oliver's hand runs over his back underneath his shirt, how warm he feels. It's so much... he feels so much and he doesn't want it to ever stop.
"Bedroom?" William questions breathlessly as he cups Oliver's face, pulling away for only a second. He looks into those dark eyes that were once bright for an answer, and when Oliver nods going back in to kiss him again, William sighs, unable to speak or even think twice.
Oliver's hands grab hold of William's ass, squeezing as he stands from the floor and William's legs wrap around his waist instinctively, like they just know where to go. It's good that Oliver already knows where the bedroom is because he walks right into it without his eyes ever opening and with his lips still attached to William's, only pulling back once they're inside. He lays William down on the bed and hurries to lock the door, just in case, before he begins to take off his T-shirt and boxers, getting naked. William quickly takes off his boxers as well, unable to stay still and watch Oliver's muscular body no matter how badly he wants to just sit and stare. What's about to happen is far too urgent. And there's always time to ogle Oliver, he decides. When he goes to take off the hoodie, Oliver grabs his hand and brings it to his lips, kissing William's knuckles softly.
"Don't," he shakes his head, whispering. "I like you in it," he says. William's heart soars at his words. He smiles and pulls Oliver down for another kiss, one that immediately gets heated.
When Oliver's hands find their way down to cup William's crotch, it takes everything in him to not grind pathetically against the man.
"I'm not gonna be able to keep myself from wanting you after this," Oliver groans as his lips capture William's again.
"I don't mind," the moan rips from William's throat before he can stop it. His hands grab Oliver's neck and pull him down to deepen their kiss. "I don't mind at all," he whispers, grinding himself fervently against Oliver's hand which strokes him deviously. He wants it so bad it hurts, and nothing can stop him, not when he's so close.
Oliver pulls away slightly to look into William's eyes. There's lust so evident in his darkened gaze, but there's also a bit of doubt that confuses both men.
"Do you want this?" Oliver asks. He needs to make sure.
William nods without a thought. There's no need to ask, no need to think twice. This is all he's been dreaming of all day. Why stop now when it's finally happening?
With that confirmation, Oliver smiles as he pushes William's legs apart, and bends down, putting him into his mouth like he's a man on death row and William is his final meal. He takes him all the way to his throat in a way that makes William shiver all over. He's never felt himself let loose, and he's never made as much noise just from a mouth alone, but Oliver's more than just a mouth. He's fucking god-tier at giving blow jobs and he gets William writhing like a wolf in heat until he's unable to keep it in.
"Ollie... I- I'm cumming!" He cries into his hand as Oliver's head bobs up and down and when the man murmurs a yes, the vibrations around his cock send William spiraling.
And it doesn't stop there. No... Oliver's not done. Not that William minds because after seeing just how talented the man is with his mouth, he has no qualms about getting on all fours and letting Oliver fist his hair, pulling his head back as William's back arches to meet Oliver's hips. The man enters him slowly until he's at the hilt. He wants to give William a chance to get used to having him inside him, but William's so far gone.
He's so full and needy that he cannot help writhing and pushing back to meet Oliver's thrusts. "Ollie, please! Faster," he cries, tears stinging his eyes as his body shivers with pleasure. It's fast, rough, skin slapping against skin, heads thrown back. Oliver turns William's pushes against Oliver with need, aching to feel every inch of the man.
This is all he wanted. To be pounded into without care, without reverence. With thrusts full of lust, strength, and desire. It's brutal, and it's the most amazing feeling William has ever felt.
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