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Title: Sextasy
Pairing: Will/Skandar (duh)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 694
Author's note: So, I decided to write in present tense in attempt to make my writing more active. Well, I don't like it. At all. I decided to post the entry anyway.
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Skandar stands at the foot of the bed, surveying Will splayed out on the sheets, his cock fully erect and demanding attention. The blonde’s eyes widen as the younger boy strokes his own manhood.
Will is fingering himself, two fingers slathered with lube and widening his hole, preparing for Skandar. He had been given specific instructions from Skandar to not touch himself, to not come until he was given permission. He doesn’t even consider disobeying. Although Will was almost always the top- they were both more comfortable that way- he loved the occasions when they would switch roles to mix things up. Skandar, usually so submissive, became almost savage.
Will feels his own fingertips graze his prostate and a hungry moan escapes his lips.
“That’s enough,” the dark-haired boy says, climbing on the bed.
Will’s cock is rigid, veins bulging, the head like and engorged purple cherry. Skandar strokes it with his thumb and forefinger, spreading the moisture that had accumulated at the tip. Will shudders when he see the boy licking his fingers and has to resist stroking himself. Skandar’s doe eyes looks so innocent as he gives Will’s cock a playful swat. He kisses Will’s already swollen lips to swallow his whimper and lovingly tells him to turn over.
Will knows what’s next. He needs Skandar’s stone-hard dick inside of him, hitting that spot. He complies, turning over and supporting himself on his hands and knees, his yearning and neglected wood sprung up against his belly button. The boy is right behind him and he can feel the hardness poking his buttocks, slightly separating the cheeks. His arse rises, eager to be filled. The golden haired boy smiles when the darker one giggles; no matter what, Skandar always managed to seem like and innocent school boy.
But Skandar’s seeming innocence disappears at the first brutal thrust into Will’s arse, drawing a scream from Will, who had expected a more gentle entrance. Even so, Skandar feels Will tighten around his cock, wanting more. He always wanted more. Skandar withdraw a few inches of his steel-hard length and lowly reenters Will as far as he can go.
Will, unable to resist, unconsciously raises a hand to stroke the fiery organ between his legs, but Skandar is quick to swat it away.
“Remember what I told you,” he says, “You can come when I say.” Will’s cock is craving Skandar’s attention, but it isn’t time yet. Skandar thrusts again and hit’s the spot. He hits it again and again, and Will screams, his hands clutching the sheets, his arse gripped tight around Skandar.
“Oh, God! Fuck! Oh, nngh, Skandar, fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Now Skandar is the one who is craving pleasure, and he takes it, fucking Will senseless, his hips violently rocking, his hardness battering Will’s entrance until he is making involuntary guttural sounds as his warm come fills the boy.
He nearly collapses before he flips Will over and crushes his lips with his own, nibbling and sucking the swollen lips, almost purple against the rest of Will’s golden face. He continues down Will’s neck, chest, stomach, stretching his lips around the head and down the length of the blonde’s cock. Will’s abdomen is covered in a sheen of sweat just above his cock, and Skandar forces himself to pull off.
“NO!” cries Will. “Damn it, Skandar, fucking blow me!”
But Skandar climbs off the bed and stands at the foot, once again surveying Will from this position. Except this time, Will is almost angry.
“Do it,” says Skandar “Make yourself come.”
By now, Will is incoherent and manages only to bring his hand to his aching cock to pump as fast and hard as he possibly can. His eyes and jaw are clenched and it’s less than thirty seconds before he is shooting full ropes of thick white boy juice onto his chest, hyperventilating in ecstasy.
Will’s body is soon limp, completely exerted.
But, as soon as Skandar says “Okay, you can top now,” Will feels a sly grin spread across his face and somehow finds the strength to pull Skandar onto the bed and straddle his lithe body.
“My turn.”