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Part 4
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PART 4
Oh… God.
Those two words kept playing through Xander’s mind as he tried to control his movements.
His hips thrust firmly and slowly in and then out of the hot, slick silk of William’s body and although the man’s earlier words seemed impossible, his sheer tightness and obvious discomfort seemed to bear them out. Maybe it really had been years since Will had done this and if that were true, then…
Xander groaned, slowing further still before finally stopping balls deep in the smaller man’s hole. “Fuck… sorry, baby. I forgot. You… God…” He gasped as the muscled ring tightened and relaxed around him in sync with the flexing calf across his lower back. “Please, Will. Don’t do that. I’m barely holding on as it is. I don’t…” he groaned deeply when the contraction was repeated, then leaned more of his weight against the spot where they were joined. “I don’t want to hurt you, okay? I’m not… not stopping. Just… taking it easy…”
Pale, elegant fingers flexed hard on tanned muscles and William forced himself to breathe through his relief. “I… I’m sorry. I thought… the scars, and… just… promise me. Promise me you’re not really stopping, Xander. I… God, I want this. Want you… so badly… please…” It was almost frightening just how much he meant that.
God, he loved it when William begged. Just hearing ‘please’ in that desperate, needy tone had him throbbing even harder in the blond’s ass. He leaned down, pressing his torso fully to the slimmer chest beneath him and whispered into one pinkened ear. “You feel that, Will? That’s what you do to me. I’m so fucking hot for you right now… God, if I let myself go, I’ll pound you through the mattress and probably right into the apartment downstairs.” He teeth fastened gently on the lobe of that ear, nipping at it before soothing the small bite with his tongue. “I’d have to be a fucking saint to stop now, and believe me, baby… that’s one thing I’ve never been. And I don’t give a rat’s ass about your scars, Will. But I’ll prove that to you later… over and over again because I’m not letting you go anywhere for a long, long time.”
William moaned at the words as well as the darkly possessive tone and when he felt those lips moving to his neck, he couldn’t help but arch into the touch. “God,” he murmured with a shiver as Xander began simply rocking within him, that long, thick shaft pressing repeatedly against his prostate, though too lightly to be more than a tease. “Bloody… God…”
Full red lips smiled into flawless white skin and Xander groaned softly. “Like that, Will? Because I can do this all night if I have to. Just… shift in you, getting your body used to having me inside… and as soon as I can move without hurting you, I’m gonna do just what I said. Long and hard and good, baby.”
He hoped so, anyway, because there was a very good chance that moving freely on and in William was going to make him cum far sooner than he’d like to. Hell, it had been close to a year since he’d had anything like sex… with someone else in the room, anyway, and… and he had to stop thinking about that or he’d embarrass himself completely.
William’s fingers tightened rhythmically on Xander’s back as he relaxed, his body becoming accustomed to the long-unknown sensation of being filled nearly to bursting and the next time Xander shifted inside him, William tensed his muscles and pressed into the motion, rocking in counterpoint. “Oh… yes, Xander. Please… I… now…”
His head lifted, eyes finding and holding fiery blue as Xander nodded, smiling a bit wickedly. “Right now,” he agreed, rising onto his elbows, forearms under William’s arms while big, tanned hands curved over the tops of slender but strong shoulders. “Never felt anything like you, baby… so fucking good…” His hips pulled back, leaving just the bulbous tip of his cock inside William’s tight heat. “Merciful Zeus,” he almost growled as he pressed forward again and slid deep.
If it hadn’t been for his bad leg, William would have trapped the man with his limbs, pulling him in deep and releasing slightly to allow more movement, more friction. As it was, though, he could only force that leg higher against Xander’s side, his foot against the mattress at least providing him some leverage to rise into the steadily building thrusts.
“Xander… God, yes… r-right… yesss…” he heard himself moaning, one hand sliding down the strong, tense back to grasp wildly at a flexing buttock. “Harder, Xan… bloody hell! S-so d-deep…” His head pressed deep into the pillow, neck arching as the man’s next thrust scraped over that perfect spot and William barely managed to hold himself back, a loud whimper flying from his throat.
“Jesus… if you could see yourself right now… fuck, Will, gonna cum; can’t help it, baby… so fucking good, so tight… Jesus-fuck, you’re beautiful like this…” He was panting, even as he moved faster, harder, still taking care not to hurt his lover, but God, William was the most perfect guy he’d ever known… or perfect for him, anyway, because the blond was responding to him in ways nobody else had ever done and fuck, he didn’t know what he’d have to do to keep him, but he was for damned sure going to find out and…
And his balls were so tight, so hard and high against his body that Xander knew he hadn’t been kidding about cumming, and as he pressed himself deep again, faster and harder still, then did it once more, he… twisted his hips, finding that nub of nerves and working it almost desperately as he felt himself throb and pulse and finally begin to spill. “William!” he almost sobbed, his body vibrating wildly, everything in him screaming for the blond to just cum, to splatter their skin with proof of pleasure, and…
“G-g-god, yes!” William nearly howled as he felt the already huge shaft spearing him so deep and right and good swell further, drive deeper, battering his prostate in a way he’d never experienced and never would again, he was sure, without Xander. He tensed roughly, tightening into as much of a bow as was possible, pinned as he was, and even when he felt the overwhelming bliss of climax take him, a part of him was wondering how he could make sure this happened again and again… and again. “Xander…” he yelped, “God, Xander… yes!”
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He was still gasping for breath a good few minutes later, and if Xander were going to be honest, he’d admit to feeling like he’d just run a race. But that was fine, he figured. That was good. It just meant he’d done his best, and judging from the drying slick of Will’s semen between their stomachs, it wasn’t an effort that had gone unappreciated.
Still, they were going to have to move, if only to avoid losing body hair while separating, which would happen if they waited much longer. Only problem was…
“Fuck, I don’t want to move even an inch,” Xander groaned, smiling as slender fingers carded his hair again.
William chuckled quietly, enjoying the silkiness of the dark brown locks. “Mmmm… yes, I completely agree. I am quite… fond… of feeling you laying on me, as poncy as that must make me sound. Unfortunately, it might be wise to… uncouple and perhaps clean up a bit…” Not to mention the fact that the condom had to be leaking onto the bed which didn’t actually bother him but rather made him fear for the state of Xander’s mattress.
Xander sighed dramatically. “Fine… I guess we’ll have to be all responsible and stuff, then. Besides,” he added with another grin, this one teasing as he lifted his head and met sated blue eyes, “doesn’t cleaning up usually involve a shower? I’ll bet you look amazing all… wet and dripping, William.”
The blond moaned softly as that so-tempting weight rolled to the side, leaving him with sweat-and-cum sheened skin that chilled quickly in the air conditioning. “I am rather inclined to believe the same of you, Xander. Perhaps you will let me wash your back.”
It was the suggestive arch of the scarred eyebrow that had Xander laughing as he climbed from the bed and pulled William up beside him. “You can wash anything you want, baby… just as long as I get to return the favor.”
And as unlikely as it seemed, William felt his cock stirring at the mental image alone. “Bloody hell,” he groaned, limping a bit more than usual as he let Xander pull him across the bedroom to the open bathroom door, “what have you done to me?”
Xander laughed again, although the slight frown of pain around William’s eyes made the sound less mirthful than it might have been. “Nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to you, Will… and with you. But first… I’m thinking that leg of yours needs a hot bath more than a shower, hmmm?” He pulled the blond closer, wrapping strong arms around that slender, toned torso and took most of the weight from the bad leg. “Don’t worry,” he whispered to the blush that suddenly blossomed on William’s cheeks, “We’ll still get clean. And then we’ll get dirty again.”
He grinned when he felt the blond’s shaft jump against him, then shook his head sadly. “I can see my water bill’s gonna go through the roof.”
“I suppose I’ll have to chip in, then,” William answered slowly, his heart racing at the implication that Xander was thinking of seeing him again… and more than once, apparently. Not that it hadn’t been pounding away already at the show of concern for his damaged leg.
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tbc...
A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed parts 1-3. Here's a few more; hope you like. :) ~Tis
PART 4
Oh… God.
Those two words kept playing through Xander’s mind as he tried to control his movements.
His hips thrust firmly and slowly in and then out of the hot, slick silk of William’s body and although the man’s earlier words seemed impossible, his sheer tightness and obvious discomfort seemed to bear them out. Maybe it really had been years since Will had done this and if that were true, then…
Xander groaned, slowing further still before finally stopping balls deep in the smaller man’s hole. “Fuck… sorry, baby. I forgot. You… God…” He gasped as the muscled ring tightened and relaxed around him in sync with the flexing calf across his lower back. “Please, Will. Don’t do that. I’m barely holding on as it is. I don’t…” he groaned deeply when the contraction was repeated, then leaned more of his weight against the spot where they were joined. “I don’t want to hurt you, okay? I’m not… not stopping. Just… taking it easy…”
Pale, elegant fingers flexed hard on tanned muscles and William forced himself to breathe through his relief. “I… I’m sorry. I thought… the scars, and… just… promise me. Promise me you’re not really stopping, Xander. I… God, I want this. Want you… so badly… please…” It was almost frightening just how much he meant that.
God, he loved it when William begged. Just hearing ‘please’ in that desperate, needy tone had him throbbing even harder in the blond’s ass. He leaned down, pressing his torso fully to the slimmer chest beneath him and whispered into one pinkened ear. “You feel that, Will? That’s what you do to me. I’m so fucking hot for you right now… God, if I let myself go, I’ll pound you through the mattress and probably right into the apartment downstairs.” He teeth fastened gently on the lobe of that ear, nipping at it before soothing the small bite with his tongue. “I’d have to be a fucking saint to stop now, and believe me, baby… that’s one thing I’ve never been. And I don’t give a rat’s ass about your scars, Will. But I’ll prove that to you later… over and over again because I’m not letting you go anywhere for a long, long time.”
William moaned at the words as well as the darkly possessive tone and when he felt those lips moving to his neck, he couldn’t help but arch into the touch. “God,” he murmured with a shiver as Xander began simply rocking within him, that long, thick shaft pressing repeatedly against his prostate, though too lightly to be more than a tease. “Bloody… God…”
Full red lips smiled into flawless white skin and Xander groaned softly. “Like that, Will? Because I can do this all night if I have to. Just… shift in you, getting your body used to having me inside… and as soon as I can move without hurting you, I’m gonna do just what I said. Long and hard and good, baby.”
He hoped so, anyway, because there was a very good chance that moving freely on and in William was going to make him cum far sooner than he’d like to. Hell, it had been close to a year since he’d had anything like sex… with someone else in the room, anyway, and… and he had to stop thinking about that or he’d embarrass himself completely.
William’s fingers tightened rhythmically on Xander’s back as he relaxed, his body becoming accustomed to the long-unknown sensation of being filled nearly to bursting and the next time Xander shifted inside him, William tensed his muscles and pressed into the motion, rocking in counterpoint. “Oh… yes, Xander. Please… I… now…”
His head lifted, eyes finding and holding fiery blue as Xander nodded, smiling a bit wickedly. “Right now,” he agreed, rising onto his elbows, forearms under William’s arms while big, tanned hands curved over the tops of slender but strong shoulders. “Never felt anything like you, baby… so fucking good…” His hips pulled back, leaving just the bulbous tip of his cock inside William’s tight heat. “Merciful Zeus,” he almost growled as he pressed forward again and slid deep.
If it hadn’t been for his bad leg, William would have trapped the man with his limbs, pulling him in deep and releasing slightly to allow more movement, more friction. As it was, though, he could only force that leg higher against Xander’s side, his foot against the mattress at least providing him some leverage to rise into the steadily building thrusts.
“Xander… God, yes… r-right… yesss…” he heard himself moaning, one hand sliding down the strong, tense back to grasp wildly at a flexing buttock. “Harder, Xan… bloody hell! S-so d-deep…” His head pressed deep into the pillow, neck arching as the man’s next thrust scraped over that perfect spot and William barely managed to hold himself back, a loud whimper flying from his throat.
“Jesus… if you could see yourself right now… fuck, Will, gonna cum; can’t help it, baby… so fucking good, so tight… Jesus-fuck, you’re beautiful like this…” He was panting, even as he moved faster, harder, still taking care not to hurt his lover, but God, William was the most perfect guy he’d ever known… or perfect for him, anyway, because the blond was responding to him in ways nobody else had ever done and fuck, he didn’t know what he’d have to do to keep him, but he was for damned sure going to find out and…
And his balls were so tight, so hard and high against his body that Xander knew he hadn’t been kidding about cumming, and as he pressed himself deep again, faster and harder still, then did it once more, he… twisted his hips, finding that nub of nerves and working it almost desperately as he felt himself throb and pulse and finally begin to spill. “William!” he almost sobbed, his body vibrating wildly, everything in him screaming for the blond to just cum, to splatter their skin with proof of pleasure, and…
“G-g-god, yes!” William nearly howled as he felt the already huge shaft spearing him so deep and right and good swell further, drive deeper, battering his prostate in a way he’d never experienced and never would again, he was sure, without Xander. He tensed roughly, tightening into as much of a bow as was possible, pinned as he was, and even when he felt the overwhelming bliss of climax take him, a part of him was wondering how he could make sure this happened again and again… and again. “Xander…” he yelped, “God, Xander… yes!”
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He was still gasping for breath a good few minutes later, and if Xander were going to be honest, he’d admit to feeling like he’d just run a race. But that was fine, he figured. That was good. It just meant he’d done his best, and judging from the drying slick of Will’s semen between their stomachs, it wasn’t an effort that had gone unappreciated.
Still, they were going to have to move, if only to avoid losing body hair while separating, which would happen if they waited much longer. Only problem was…
“Fuck, I don’t want to move even an inch,” Xander groaned, smiling as slender fingers carded his hair again.
William chuckled quietly, enjoying the silkiness of the dark brown locks. “Mmmm… yes, I completely agree. I am quite… fond… of feeling you laying on me, as poncy as that must make me sound. Unfortunately, it might be wise to… uncouple and perhaps clean up a bit…” Not to mention the fact that the condom had to be leaking onto the bed which didn’t actually bother him but rather made him fear for the state of Xander’s mattress.
Xander sighed dramatically. “Fine… I guess we’ll have to be all responsible and stuff, then. Besides,” he added with another grin, this one teasing as he lifted his head and met sated blue eyes, “doesn’t cleaning up usually involve a shower? I’ll bet you look amazing all… wet and dripping, William.”
The blond moaned softly as that so-tempting weight rolled to the side, leaving him with sweat-and-cum sheened skin that chilled quickly in the air conditioning. “I am rather inclined to believe the same of you, Xander. Perhaps you will let me wash your back.”
It was the suggestive arch of the scarred eyebrow that had Xander laughing as he climbed from the bed and pulled William up beside him. “You can wash anything you want, baby… just as long as I get to return the favor.”
And as unlikely as it seemed, William felt his cock stirring at the mental image alone. “Bloody hell,” he groaned, limping a bit more than usual as he let Xander pull him across the bedroom to the open bathroom door, “what have you done to me?”
Xander laughed again, although the slight frown of pain around William’s eyes made the sound less mirthful than it might have been. “Nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to you, Will… and with you. But first… I’m thinking that leg of yours needs a hot bath more than a shower, hmmm?” He pulled the blond closer, wrapping strong arms around that slender, toned torso and took most of the weight from the bad leg. “Don’t worry,” he whispered to the blush that suddenly blossomed on William’s cheeks, “We’ll still get clean. And then we’ll get dirty again.”
He grinned when he felt the blond’s shaft jump against him, then shook his head sadly. “I can see my water bill’s gonna go through the roof.”
“I suppose I’ll have to chip in, then,” William answered slowly, his heart racing at the implication that Xander was thinking of seeing him again… and more than once, apparently. Not that it hadn’t been pounding away already at the show of concern for his damaged leg.
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tbc...
A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed parts 1-3. Here's a few more; hope you like. :) ~Tis