Chapter 22 #3
Nathan throws himself at him, kissing him so hard their teeth clash. A giggle bubbles up his throat and bursts from his lips, Will following a moment later as they cling to each other and laugh.
“I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay.” Will holds him close, his hands an anchor on Nathan’s hips. “I love your enthusiasm.”
They lose themselves in kisses, tender soft giving way to simmering heat, bodies pressed close, closer, until Nathan can’t stop himself from grinding his hips down against Will’s body.
Will holds him tight and flexes his own hips upwards, layers of cloth barely dulling the feeling of his hard cock under Nathan’s weight.
For a second, Nathan hazily wonders if Will wants to make him come like this, fully clothed and desperate.
The next moment, Will’s pushing him gently backwards, guiding him upright, his hands making light work of belt, buckle and buttons until he’s able to push Nathan’s jeans down his thighs.
Nathan laces his fingers into Will’s hair as he presses a line of kisses over his abs, mouth pausing at the top of the trail of hair that leads downwards.
“Will…”
“Switch places with me.”
Nathan steps out of his jeans and sits down on the edge of the sofa, blood pumping harder as Will settles on his knees before him.
He leans in for a kiss, so much emotion in the movements of his lips that Nathan can almost feel the solidity of his love, his hands gliding over Nathan’s thighs as if he’s trying to memorise the shape of him.
“Lie back,” Will whispers, his fingertips light and almost ticklish on Nathan’s hips. They trail slowly down and inwards, caressing the defined line of his iliac furrow with something like reverence. “You’re gorgeous.”
Nathan can’t help himself, his hips twitching upwards as Will’s fingers finally reach his cock.
“And this is gorgeous too.” Will murmurs, wrapping his hand around him and stroking slowly, gently. It feels incredible, so much better than Nathan ever imagined. “I’ve been dreaming about touching you like this for years.”
“Will.” Nathan’s voice is shaky, desire throbbing through his whole body to the beat of Will’s hand sliding up and down his length. His heart aches, the intimacy of Will’s touch filling it to the brim. “I’ve been dreaming about touching you my whole life.”
Will’s hand finds his, encouraging Nathan to tangle his fingers in the dark curls as he dips lower to kiss the head of Nathan’s cock.
Nathan’s toes curl reflexively, Will’s mouth warm and wet like in his many, many fantasies, pleasure curling thick and fast despite the lightness with which Will sucks him.
It feels surreal. The man he’s always dreamt of, the man he’s spent most of his life wanting, the man he fervently hopes he can keep for the rest of his days…
He’s here. Kneeling between Nathan’s legs, working him perfectly with his lips and his throat, drawing moans and whimpers from the core of him, pleasure building layer by layer until it’s almost suffocating, stealing the breath from his chest.
Nathan forces his eyes open, not quite sure when they shut in the first place, watching Will worship him. Will’s breath is quick in his chest, too, and he reaches down to palm himself as Nathan looks on, their eyes snared together with intimacy so raw Nathan feels it in his soul.
Will moans, the sound transferring through his mouth to Nathan’s flesh, adding to what’s already an overwhelming whirlwind of pleasure.
Nathan’s hips buck, his body completely beyond his own control, Will’s eyes flickering shut as he takes him deeper, deeper, chasing Nathan’s orgasm with single-minded purpose.
His body tightens, teetering on the precipice, ready to embrace the fall.
Will swallows, deliberately hard, does it again and again and again, and Nathan flies off the edge, pleasure exploding through him, the reality of coming in Will’s mouth better than he’s ever imagined.
It drowns him, white hot and tender, Will taking everything he’s given, hands an anchor on Nathan’s hips as he does.
It’s hard to catch a breath as he comes down, heart pounding, blood sparkling with euphoria. Will crawls up his body, his mouth faintly bitter as they kiss in Nathan’s afterglow, the not so small problem of Will’s desire hard as stone between them.
“That was incredible,” Will murmurs, his eyes soft.
“You’re incredible.” Nathan smears the words across Will’s lips, hand snaking between them, seeking and finding, fingers moving as best they can in the limited space between their bodies. “There’s this one thing, though…”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Nathan kisses him again, loving how Will rolls his hips against him. “I always wondered what it’d feel like to have you in my mouth.”
“Ah, I see. We can fix that.” Will chuckles, deep and throaty and drenched in desire. He struggles upright, offering Nathan a hand and smiling when he takes it. “Only if you’re ready, though, okay?”
Nathan lets his Will lead him to the bedroom, ready for absolutely everything.