Getting On...

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PART 21

Dear God, Xander was in… well, he didn’t know. Either heaven or hell, but his ability to distinguish between them was entirely shot. In fact, he didn’t even know how or when he’d ended up where he was.

William. Check.

Much of the long, hard, steamy man-loving. Check.

That tighter than sin hole wrapped so firmly and silkily around his stabbing cock…? Check.

None of that explained how he found himself bent over the side of his bed, his hands clenched tightly together as he moaned and sighed and begged for more.

“William,” he nearly yelped as the fingers within him twisted, scraping too gently against the sensitive nub inside him. “Will! Please, I…”

Blue eyes sparkled wickedly in the moonlight coming through the window as William added a fourth finger to the trio dancing so delicately within his bloke’s ass.

He wanted Xander to be desperate but not gone when he finally took him.

A small part of his psyche was afraid, simply because it had never gone well when he’d tried to be dominant before… and even the few times he’d been inside Xander, it had been the brunette riding him, and what if he was just no good at topping and Xander finally noticed and decided that they shouldn’t do that again because it wasn’t fun, wasn’t fulfilling, wasn’t… good?

But the rest of him… oh, the rest of him knew for a fact that it would be good. Good enough that neither of them would ever want to stop trading off, in any case, or at least doing so whenever they wanted to, and that was good enough—perfect enough—that William wasn’t complaining.

Instead, he slipped his fingers deeper, harder into his love’s bum, stretching the tightness until he was sure there would be no more than a slight burn when he…

“Going to break you wide open, pet,” Will murmured wantonly. “Going to slam into you… so hard and deep, Xan… just like we’ve both wanted.” His fingers pulled away from the grasping hole and found the remains of the tube they’d started with earlier, emptying it into his free hand.

Xander gasped loudly as he listened to the sounds of William’s shaky breaths and the oddly exciting ‘spurt’ of the lubricant.

He wouldn’t have found the latter to be at all arousing if he hadn’t known what it signaled, but as it was, he was nearly vibrating when he felt the slick head of Will’s hard cock at his opening.

Brown eyes opened wide, even as Xander pressed his body up to turn his head, looking over his shoulder. “W-will…? Y-you’re sure she said…”

William swallowed hard as he met those begging brown orbs. “Swear it, pet. Long as… what were her words?” He clenched his entire body in order to refrain from sliding deep right then. He needed to confirm what he’d already said, after all, and the last thing he wanted was for Xander to worry while they were being… intimate.

“Right,” William groaned. “Long as we don’t get airborne without a harness. Think that was it.”

Another loud, deep moan as Xander’s fingers suddenly disentangled and slid back, grasping and holding his own cheeks apart demandingly. “N-now, baby. Just… please!”

And as William had promised himself never to deny his love, what could he do other than tighten his hands on Xander’s hips and drive himself deep, finally shoring up against the younger man’s ass with a cry that could likely be heard even two floors below… but was hopefully drowned out by the music still being played.

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“God… God… do that again…”

William bit his lip hard as he tried his best to follow the demand, and it was a demand, regardless of the begging tone of the words.

His hips snapped back and forth, stabbing roughly and deeply into the hot, slick depths of his love’s body, a wild moan springing from him when Xander cried out loudly but wordlessly.

Fingers tightened on flexing hips and Will broadened his stance, toes digging into the carpet for traction as he slammed repeatedly in and out of his bloke’s rear, the wanton and helpless cries driving him on.

“You… like that, don’t you, pet? Like feeling me so deep and hard in you… been wanting to… do this for months, Xander… fill you up, ride h-hard into you.”

He wasn’t sure of where the words were coming from but he had a sneaking suspicion that it was the ‘Spike’ portion of his psyche coming out.

“Ages, I’ve wanted this, Xan,” William murmured, his eyes locked on the sight of Xander’s hot, tight little hole taking him in. “To be behind you… bloody hell, want to be above you later… not the same as being in you when you’re in charge, is it? Feels…” He groaned. “Better. Different. So fucking good, yeah?”

The only possible response Xander could make was with his body, and it involved pushing back roughly onto the long, thick cock that was spearing him so perfectly, and…

Yes. This was exactly what he’d always wanted to feel; at least since the moment he’d been inside William.

His William, he reminded himself while he bucked and heaved in counterpoint to the motions of his lover’s body.

His lips moved soundlessly for a good few seconds before he managed to actually make himself speak.

“Y-yes… God, b-baby. So m-much better!”

William couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his lips then, even though he was entirely floored by Xander’s agreement.

He would never give up the sensation of his bloke riding his cock; there was no question of that. But this… oh, this was definitely different, as he’d said to his dark-haired lovely. It felt like he could direct every single moment, just by changing the angle of his thrusts.

His fingers tightened even more on Xander’s solid hips and William sounded the best growl he could manage before letting himself go and just doing his lover the way he’d always wanted to but had never had the opportunity to accomplish.

He slammed in and out, hips circling roughly when he was flush against that glorious ass; he flexed his digits willfully against silken skin.

He let one hand slide around Xander’s body to grip the long, hard shaft just dangling in the air and he stroked it in time with his own thrusts…

And when he felt his beloved tense and heard the first soft keening that quickly became a demanding command, William… came.

His entire body tightened, his eyes slamming shut.

His hands clenched on solid flesh, though one was more careful than the other.

His teeth found and held the top of one tight, tensing shoulder… and when that bite had his bloke crying out, William bit harder, nearly drawing blood as he emptied himself fully within his lover’s straining, vibrating form.

“Xander…” he groaned against skin, pleased beyond bearing when Xander cried ‘Will!’ in response, hot seed hitting the mattress below them.

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It had taken a good few minutes for both of them to calm enough to separate, but even then it was with softly moaned disappointed sighs.

“Bloody hell,” William murmured, collapsing on the mattress after crawling up his love’s body and beyond it, “never thought it’d be…” He swallowed hard as dark and tangled silken locks came to rest on his chest.

“Jesus-fuck…” Xander tried desperately to find some way of putting what he was feeling into words but finally just shook his head against pale, perfect skin. “Jesus-fuck.”

If he hadn’t been so completely worn out from both taking and giving, Will would have had some sort of comment to make, and he was sure it would have been both clever and witty. As it was, though, he couldn’t manage to do anything but raise one hand to tangle in his bloke’s already messy hair while he hummed softly and contentedly. “Mmmm… Jesus-fuck, indeed, luv… indeed.”

And if they drifted off slowly, feeling the heat and comfort of each others bodies in the aftermath of what was definitely the most intimate time they’d ever shared, well… neither of them was planning to make an issue of it.

By the same token, plans were always subject to change, as they discovered when they woke hours later in the deep dark of the night.

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