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They held that pattern for a long time as Will sank into it. He let himself be kissed and stroked until more tension eased out of his muscles. When Itori’s weight lifted off him minutes later, his first reaction was to grab hold of his hip and pull him close again.

“I know, dear heart,” Itori said with so much fondness it made Will shiver.

Itori’s cock was sliding out of the slit now, stiff and sleek and ready. The ooze of precome was dripping onto Will’s belly.

When Itori reached for Will’s leg to push it up, he was already complying, making room for Itori to readjust. Itori bent him to get a better position, and Will felt the hot length of his cock slide wet across Will’s thigh.

“Please,” he hissed, arousal overtaking caution. He hooked his leg over Itori’s shoulder, allowing himself to be bent further.

When Itori pressed in close this time, his cock slid up underneath Will’s own, the slick hot and drippy. Will gasped before it glanced over his hole.

They made twin sounds of desire. Will’s leg knocked into Itori unconsciously, as Itori’s hands tightened on his waist.

“Do it, please.” He didn’t need to double-check or negotiate it any further. He just wanted Itori, wanted him for all the nights and days they could have together, whether it was just this one or decades into the future.

“Willowtree,” Itori said it low like a curse, and one of his hands came off of Will’s waist and took hold of himself. There was a slight shift, and the tip of his cock touched Will’s rim.

Will had held Itori’s cock enough times now to know the heat of it, but it felt completely different here. He welcomed the ache it would bring. He wanted to feel it, he didn’t want to live in half measures anymore.

“Tell me to slow down,” Itori reminded him. Will nodded impatiently, his hand settling on top of Itori’s own, squeezing the fingers.

Then finally, finally, Itori started to press inside him.

It was a slow, agonizing pace. There was an immediate burn, but Will couldn’t decide whether it was from how hot Itori ran, or the tightness of his own body. He sucked in a shaky breath and tried to relax, tried to let it happen the way he wanted it too.

He was grateful for the softly tapered head, the viscous slick that Itori was producing in quantities. When he pulled out to push back in, there was no drag, only smooth pressure.

Sparks danced up and down his skin, starting to culminate at the bottom of his abdomen, and then deeper still, where they were joined. After a minute or so, it was Itori that began to struggle. Both of his hands shifted to either side of Will’s head as he slowly began to thrust in and out, making small gains each time. He was breathing rapidly, and starting to sweat.

No, it wasn’t sweat. When Will focused on it, he realized what was dripping onto his shoulder was Itori’s hair. It usually wicked water away quickly, but now it seemed to be freshly drenched.

How?

Their eyes met again. Itori’s were brighter, a glowing red instead of just reflective. They were mesmerizing.

“Itori,” Will said, his voice shaky. The sparks were starting to get stronger, but weren’t prickly or painful. It felt like a current running through him, a live wire that he might grasp.

He wondered if Itori had always felt this, always been aware of the energy between them. He seemed more attuned to living things.

It was amazing if true, if this was how it would be from now on.

“Do you feel it?” Itori gritted as he kept moving.

“Yes,” Will said breathlessly. “What do I–?”

“Just keep–keep hold of what you want. Stay in it with me. Stay with me.”

“Always,” Will said, reaching up to Itori’s face to rub the scales on his cheek.

When Itori pushed into him next, it was to the hilt. Will groaned at the feeling of fullness, the burn that was rippling up through him, entwining itself in pleasure.

His cock had softened from the initial breaching, but now the thought of Itori inside him had him hard again and leaking. It wove itself into the sparking energy, the pleasure swelling.

This time when Itori pulled back, Will followed. His hips bucked for more, and Itori made a snarling sound, almost collapsing on top of him. He moved, arms coming up underneath Will to wrap behind his back, holding Will to him as he started to fuck in.

“Keep going, keep going, please. Don’t stop.” The words were falling out of Will’s mouth. A shake started in his legs as the energy began to fill the pools inside him and overflow.

Will didn’t know how to describe what it was like. It was more than just Itori pressing into his body. It was like some part of him was also inside Will’s rib cage, in the back of his head, in the nerve endings through his body. He felt the warmth of Itori inside his very cells, caressing each node of his spine with intangible fingers.