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Title: Enraptured, part 2
Pairing: Will/Skandar
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: I do not own these boys, though Lord knows I would love to.
Author's note: Conclusion of my first fanfic. *noises of jubilation* Sexage!!!
Will savored the feeling of domination as he stroked his own cock. Skandar knew Will wouldn’t be able to resist touching himself. Skandar took advantage of Will’s weak moment and managed to escape from the confines of Will’s thighs, which seemed quite muscular, he noted. Now they were both on their knees, and Skandar wrapped his arms around Will, stroking the smooth skin of his back, kissing his shoulder. Will arched his back as Skandar’s lips made their way along his collarbone, their throbbing erections pressing together.
“Lay down,” said Skandar, firmly, but lovingly. Will was delighted to do anything Skandar wanted him to do, he wanted to make Skandar feel good. Will lay on his stomach, his cock pressed against his belly button, and felt Skandar rubbing his buttocks.
God, he’s firm everywhere, thought Skandar as he squeezed the beautiful muscled globes of Will’s ass. He licked his finger and slowly inserted it into Will. He added another finger and spread them, scissor-like. A moan escaped Will’s lips, and Skandar slowly moved his fingers in and out of Will’s warm opening.
Skandar hesitated.
“I’m ready, Skan,” supplied Will.
Silently, Skandar inserted his cock, which was now painfully hard with an upward curve, into Will. Skandar sighed as the warmth enveloped his cock. Will flexed his ass around Skandar’s dick, desperate for more. Skandar rocked his hips, bending over to gently kiss the back of Will’s shoulder. Will’s breathing was heaver, more forced. Skandar began to thrust, beginning slowly and escalating, the sound of his balls hitting will becoming louder.
Will groaned in ecstasy when he felt Skandar’s cock brush his prostate. Skandar took that moan as a sure sign and managed to repeatedly hit Will’s prostate repeatedly, harder and harder until he knew he was about to come. He quickly pulled out his cock and shot ropes of thick, creamy, come across Will’s back.
Skandar didn’t spare a moment to relax, but immediately flipped Will over and kissed him intensely as Will stroked his own eager cock. Skandar hadn’t forgotten Will’s need, which had become a yearning. He almost expected Will to turn savage with desire, but Will’s eyes remained tender and locked with Skandar’s. Skandar broke the kiss and felt his lips swell. Will’s lips looked like bruised cherries, his golden face was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his cheeks pink. So cherubic.
Skandar’s chest was still heaving. He pulled Will up. Will knew what was coming; Skandar took Will’s place on the bed, except face up. Will assumed position, his cock pulsing, eager for attention; Will fought every urge to stroke it, to release the two weeks of pent up come. Skandar could see the tenderness in Will’s crystal eyes, which were slightly dilated. He’s hungry, Skandar thought, desperate for it. And by now, Will was. Had he been fully in control of his actions, he would have fucked Skandar senseless anyway, but the fact of the matter was that he was not in control. He had to fuck him, or he would explode. It was necessary.
His precum, which was by now dripping in abundance, a fountain of lust, was enough lubricant for Skandar’s opening, and Will hungrily thrust his cock into Skandar. He could feel with the head of his cock a walnut shape inside Skandar, his prostate; indeed, it seemed to be warmer than the rest of Skandar that surrounded him. He was close. His spine curved forward, shuddering, as he continued to thrust madly. His groans were synced with Skandar’s and they again locked eyes, Will’s sapphire oceanic irises unable to escape the obsidian of Skandars’. He realised that they were one, two bodies fused together. He loved Skandar.
Skandar could see that they had been struck with the same thought. It was ecstasy.
Will pulled out of Skandar, releasing a wild rapturous groan that was almost also yelp, as his cock finally came to release. The jets of come were thick white ropes painting Skandar from his face to his naval. Will was unable to stop, it was at least twenty full shots later that the aftershocks of his orgasm and the smaller streams of cum shook his trembling body. Skandar came again, simply from witnessing Will’s bliss. Will fell onto Skandar, his head resting against Skandar’s chest, which was sticky with his own white come, almost the consistency of maple syrup.
Will’s breathing slowed as he listened to the steady thumping of Skandar’s heart.
“Will? I love you.”
“I love you, too.”