Nick Tennison

Tin Man Indie RP 21+ FC: Chris Evans Mun: Tiff

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In spite of everything that had happened in the past twelve hours, he wasn’t prepared for the way Nick’s eyes went soft at the sight of him. His heart stuttered in his chest, and he had to fight the urge to melt against him. How could Will not be in love with him? Nick had him so completely and had from the first growled *mine.* He dropped his head to press a kiss to his shoulder, nibbling gently there.

“I wouldn’t hold you to it. I got to have you all night.” He smiled as he moved away though. He wasn’t going to argue about something they both seemed to want. He waved a goodbye to Leo with a promise he’d be by for dinner tomorrow, taking Nick’s bag as a sign he had no intention of returning tonight. He wasn’t going to argue about that either. It wasn’t just the time with him, which he wanted, but he also knew his feelings about Dorothy hadn’t entirely settled. A little space wouldn’t hurt.

Originally posted by measurelessdreamer

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He never wanted Will to doubt how he felt about him, and he knew that he couldn’t entirely bury it again if he tried. The softness and affection was singular to him, but he knew there were things he’d never be able to hide, like the way he looked at him. That soft nibble pulled a soft grumble, almost a growl out of him, the need for him to behave until they were alone again barely rising.  “And? I promised you, and besides that,” he murmured and tipped his head to his ear as he shifted back, “I want it too.” Letting Will shift back, he slung his bag over his shoulder and slid his hand into his as they walked out of the store. He wanted them to be able to settle into this, to work out how they would be happiest. Making their family happy was a secondary thought, but necessary because they mattered. 

Originally posted by unearthlydust

Originally posted by unearthlydust

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we could call it even | nick & will

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Will had not been prepared for the way last night had gone, and it was nearly lunch by the time he and Nick finally made it back to the bookstore. He'd promised Fiyero he would come by in the morning, and while circumstances had changed since then and he likely wouldn't remember anyway, Will tried to keep his promises to him. It seemed like taking advantage to just assume he would forget, and there was always the off chance he would remember and the absence would confuse him more.

Besides, there were a couple of conversations he needed to have. He pointed at Leo with that no bullshit sergeant's look on his face. "You. Stay outta my business." Leo chuckled and gave him a little salute and a *you got it, sarge,* and Will considered them good. Unlike Dorothy, Leo knew exactly what he'd done and why it was wrong. He didn't expect him to meddle again. Dorothy, on the other hand, was going to require explaining. He pointed at her and tipped his head toward the apartment. "You. Let's have a chat." It wasn't a suggestion, and for once she didn't argue with him.

It took time to explain to Dorothy exactly what was wrong with what she'd done and how it mattered that she hurt everyone even if the results happened to be good. She was a smart kid, fully capable of reasoning, but she fell a little short on empathy at times. He could tell by the end that he'd gotten through to her though, and while he wasn't sure that was remorse--which was asking rather a lot from Dorothy--there was understanding. He also explained that he'd be spending a few nights a week here, and Nick would be spending a few with him, and while she didn't look particularly happy about that part, at least she didn't argue.

He hugged her so she'd know they were good and went to find Fiyero and hug him too. He still wasn't overly pleased with their antics, but they were his family, and he loved them. He made his way back to Nick, giving in to the urge to lean into him and press a kiss to that perfect jaw. "You got work to do, or you wanna get out of here?" They'd planned to spend the day together, but that was before they'd spent a whole night and morning together. If he had things to catch up on, Will wouldn't be a brat about it.

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we could call it even | nick & will

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Will had not been prepared for the way last night had gone, and it was nearly lunch by the time he and Nick finally made it back to the bookstore. He’d promised Fiyero he would come by in the morning, and while circumstances had changed since then and he likely wouldn’t remember anyway, Will tried to keep his promises to him. It seemed like taking advantage to just assume he would forget, and there was always the off chance he would remember and the absence would confuse him more.

Besides, there were a couple of conversations he needed to have. He pointed at Leo with that no bullshit sergeant’s look on his face. “You. Stay outta my business.” Leo chuckled and gave him a little salute and a *you got it, sarge,* and Will considered them good. Unlike Dorothy, Leo knew exactly what he’d done and why it was wrong. He didn’t expect him to meddle again. Dorothy, on the other hand, was going to require explaining. He pointed at her and tipped his head toward the apartment. “You. Let’s have a chat.” It wasn’t a suggestion, and for once she didn’t argue with him.

It took time to explain to Dorothy exactly what was wrong with what she’d done and how it mattered that she hurt everyone even if the results happened to be good. She was a smart kid, fully capable of reasoning, but she fell a little short on empathy at times. He could tell by the end that he’d gotten through to her though, and while he wasn’t sure that was remorse–which was asking rather a lot from Dorothy–there was understanding. He also explained that he’d be spending a few nights a week here, and Nick would be spending a few with him, and while she didn’t look particularly happy about that part, at least she didn’t argue.

He hugged her so she’d know they were good and went to find Fiyero and hug him too. He still wasn’t overly pleased with their antics, but they were his family, and he loved them. He made his way back to Nick, giving in to the urge to lean into him and press a kiss to that perfect jaw. “You got work to do, or you wanna get out of here?” They’d planned to spend the day together, but that was before they’d spent a whole night and morning together. If he had things to catch up on, Will wouldn’t be a brat about it.

Originally posted by bloodvows

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Nick had made his plans and was glad that everything had worked out the way that it had. He hadn’t anticipated everything about the night before or the morning after, but there was nothing about it he would change. Well, outside of them leaving to go to the Bookstore, but that was a necessity for Will and he understood it. Letting him take the lead when they entered was easy and he had to tamp down the smile at his and Leo’s “talk”. It really was all that was necessary there. 

His jaw set slightly as he looked at Dorothy as they made their way out of the space and he knew that he was going to have to let that mad go eventually. Blowing out his breath slowly, he went to lean against the counter next to Leo and he stayed silent for a few minutes. “Thank you,” because he knew that his friend would understand the depths to which that went and what it meant. They’d made enough of a statement about the results of their conversation by coming in together at nearly lunchtime the day after, so he didn’t feel the need to elaborate anymore beyond telling Leo he’d be in for his shift the next day.  While Will was with Dorothy, he did his own slide to Fiyero to check on him, that soft smile always making a day better when he told him he’d be back at work tomorrow before he went to pack a bag and go back out to the store. When Will came back to him, his eyes softened and he slid an arm around him. “I promised you a day together,” he reminded him firmly. “Work waits until tomorrow.” 

Originally posted by sudsevans

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Will couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he’d stopped doubting and accepted this was real, but it had happened. Nick’s love was practically a tangible thing, under his hands, on his lips. He was in so deep now, he knew he’d never get out without doing serious damage to himself. This was too precious a thing to have ripped away.

He liked the look that flared across his face, satisfaction and possessiveness making him feel wanted and claimed. The soft way he kissed away the hurt made his throat tight with emotion. “I love you.” He kissed the words soft against his lips. Will didn’t know if he was the sort of person to say them all the time. He’d never had anyone he wanted to say them to at all.

There were a lot of things from the last twenty-four hours that had never had a place in their lives before. Falling asleep wrapped up in Will and waking up the same way had only helped solidify that all of this was real. He would give Will every bit of love that he could, even knowing that it was easiest for him to act more than talk. He could press his love into his skin in kisses and caresses, loving touches and needy, bruising grips. 

He always wanted him to feel wanted, claimed, and loved, to know that Nick wasn’t going to take a single bit of this back. A soft sound escaped him at the words, and he didn’t think they would ever fail to wreck him. Saying them wasn’t going to be something either of them did often, but it just made hearing them that much more world-rocking. “I love you, Will.” The words were murmured against his lips before he kissed him deep, as though he was trying to seal them in so he’d never forget.

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For someone who didn’t do relationships, Nick was astonishingly good at it so far. He thought a part of it was because it was just them, and they’d always been good together, but he could also see the effort he was putting into it. He didn’t need reasons to love him more, but it made his heart flare with hope that they could do this and it would last.

He tipped his head to give him room, glad to wear his marks. His fingers slid gently through his hair, flesh hand tracing lazy paths over soft skin. “You’re amazing,” he murmured when he could do words again, pressing a soft kiss to his hair. It didn’t really do him justice, but it worked for now. There was going to be heavy protesting from Will if he tried to move any time soon. Being pinned under him was possibly his new favorite place.

Most of what he’d done so far was just be honest. It meant using his words, actually putting the things he feels into them. Will deserved the effort from him, and how they had always been together helped ease the way. He believed in them, in this working, and wanted it more than he’d let himself want anything for a long time. 

Finally lifting his head, satisfaction flared in him at the sight of his marks on Will’s skin. He pressed a light kiss to the bruised skin, trailing his lips softly over all the skin he could easily reach without moving. He hummed at the words, lazily trailing his lips up and over his jaw. “You’re perfect,” he murmured before kissing him soft and slow, as lazy as everything else. 

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Going into this with Will, letting himself love him and show it, was nothing he’d gone into lightly. It mattered too much for that. He’d thought about it off and on for a decade, when he’d allowed himself those moments of weakness to, knowing he’d have to wrestle it all back in again after. This was the furthest thing from casual, and he couldn’t think of Will in any terms except forever now that he had him. 

Nick could happily spend time leaving marks on Will, soft purples that staked his claim for the world to see. He couldn’t help but nibble and suck gently at the skin to leave his mark where he stayed curled into him. Sinking into the warmth he offered, that hold he really didn’t want to leave, was nothing he’d ever spent a morning doing. Normally, once he was awake it was up and go, but he was content to stay exactly where he was. 

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Surrendering his control to Nick was easy. He already had his love and his loyalty, heart and head in perfect agreement for once. Trusting him with his body was easy after that, and he had plenty of evidence already that they were just as good together here as they were everywhere else. Nick was the best thing for him.

A rough groan was punched out of him when he fucked him hard through his climax, the snapping of all that considerable control enough to make him see stars. His name was a soft cry as he wrapped around him, and it felt like Nick’s weight over him was the only thing keeping him in his body right now. He melted under him as their bodies slowed, too blissed to form a complete thought, let alone words.

Nick knew that giving Will every piece of him was the best choice he could make. There was comfort and happiness to be found in the love and the heat, wrapped up in the oldest loyalty he had to anyone. He was known for being careful with his choices, taking the best path available. His choice of Will wasn’t a throwaway one. He could listen to the sounds of him like this for the rest of his life and it not be enough. His tongue soothed over the spot where he’d sunk his teeth but he didn’t move his head as he sank against him. Everything was fuzzy and blank as his hands simply slid softly over skin before wrapping to simply hold on to him. 

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Will could feel the strain on his control, and a part of him wanted to know what happened when it snapped. He also knew there was no chance of that until Nick got exactly what he wanted from him, and he seemed intent on wringing every last bit of control from him. An echoing groan slipped past his lips, and he tightened around him as Nick’s hands tightened on him, his vision blurring at that deep grind of his hips.

He lost himself in those slow, relentless strokes, too gone to make words except for a stuttered warning when he was close. It would take a stronger man than Will to hold up under all that devastating focus. He gave a ragged moan as heat pooled at the base of spine and rolled over him in waves, his mind whiting out and body quaking with his climax. 

Nick wanted every piece of his control, but only if he was willing to give it all to him. He could feel every bit of that willingness, every softening for him. He could barely breathe for the way he tightened around him, how damn good he felt. There was no way he could keep his control in place too much longer. 

That stuttered warning made his hands tighten as he braced himself. Feeling him finally fall over that edge snapped his control and he drove deep into him with hard, unrelenting strokes that were the complete opposite of how he’d been driving him out of his mind. It wasn’t long before he followed him over, burying himself deep and pressing his face into his neck, his teeth sinking gently as he shuddered. 

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In all the times his imagination had tortured him with what Nick might be like in bed, it had never come close to doing him justice. How could it when he’d never experienced anything like this? He’d never had a lot of complaints about his sex life, but none of those experiences even remotely compared to what he had with Nick. It seemed impossible that he could be the best sex he’d had every time, but apparently nobody had told Nick that. He only got better.

He made it easy to melt for him, that slow, steady pace leaving him wrecked and needy. He felt it like a loss each time he pulled out completely, just to slide so deep again that it stole his breath. He was past coherent thoughts or words, the world narrowing down to their bodies and that slowly building heat. His hands slid over the perfect curves of his ass as his hips rolled to meet him, his name a soft, breathless plea as he worked him steadily toward the edge.

Nick never could have pictured this correctly, how wrecked by him he would be, how Will could bring him to his knees. Nothing could compare to what he had with him now. The love drove it, drove him, and made him nearly unreasonably patient and driven. He needed Will like he needed to breathe, needed to feel him falling apart under him.  He was barely holding on to his control, the way Will melted under him enough to drive him mad. He clenched under his hands, groaning raggedly at the fire it made flare under his skin. His hands tightened on him, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to keep those strokes steady and the same to tip him over that edge. 

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He knew he couldn’t stand to lose Nick, not before and definitely not now. It would break him, and he had no intention of letting this fall apart between them. He trusted them, not to get everything perfectly because that was impossible, but to talk to each other and work through the issues like they always had. Maybe none of them had ever been quite this personal before, with their own hearts involved, but he trusted them to be good together because they always had been.

He could see the restraint in those coiled muscles, and somehow knowing that Nick had the strength to fuck him hard enough to see stars and was holding himself back made it all the more sexy. He made a small, needy sound at that ragged voice growling praise at him, and he moved for him, body tightening around him. He couldn’t hope to hold on to a thought with those maddeningly slow strokes taking him apart, the only things left to him praise and his name and ragged pleas for more.

The way he’d fought for his family before would pale in comparison to the way he would fight for him and Will now. He could make however many words he needed, whatever softness he needed when it was necessary, he’d do all of it, if it meant keeping this. They had always been a good match in making things work, they could be great now.  HIs muscles quivered from the way he held himself back, needing to give Will this, the slow controlled descent into mindlessness. He loved the way he melted for him, the way he reacted to those softly dominating sounds that escaped him despite himself. His hands tightened in reaction to that already gloriously tight heat getting even tighter. Despite the heat coiling in his core, he kept up those same tightly controlled strokes, grinding a little harder into him every time he bottomed out and sliding all the way out now before pushing back in. 

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They’d always been fairly good at reading each other, but apparently that communication needed some work if they’d both missed something this big. Fortunately, Will didn’t have any more secrets from him, and they were both already trying to do better. They’d had more conversations, verbal and otherwise, in the past twelve hours than in the past several years combined. It didn’t worry him. It just made him want to learn to all the best ways to communicate with him.

“I know, baby.” He kissed the words softly against his lips, putting himself easily in those strong, capable hands. If there was anything he’d been sure of in all the time they’d known each other, it was that Nick had him. He groaned softly and arched for him as he slid deep, the feeling of being filled by him eclipsing everything else for the moment. “Perfect,” he murmured, his voice already going ragged as he tipped his head to watch those slow strokes, again and again. He couldn’t help the soft sounds he made every time he buried himself deep, that slow grinding of his hips making his eyes flutter and sparks shoot up his spine, each tease of withdrawal making his breath catch until he could feel him again, that relentless control enough to drive him mad.

There wasn’t a reason to keep any more secrets from Will now. They were smart men, and they’d chosen to be careful with their feelings and their hearts rather than potentially lose each other. It wasn’t a risk he had been willing to take until it was almost guaranteed not to cost him the most important person in his life. He was happy to work on every type of communication available to them, if it was what made their life together work as well as he knew it could. 

That steady faith in him never failed to shake him to his core, as undeserving of it as he felt. He could only do everything in his power to be worthy of it. “You are,” he agreed, his voice like smoke it was so ragged with need. His own head tipped to watch himself sink deep into him, over and over, those beautiful, soft sounds weaving their way through his senses. Every time he felt himself catch on his rim, sparks shot up his spine and the slow, smooth glide back in deep helped settle them just enough to make the build slow and steady. His hand slid from its place on his thigh to curl around the back of his knee, pushing it back even further and holding him there. “Gorgeous,” he growled as he watched himself sink deep, how well Will took him gouging at his self-control.

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He knew that he and Will didn’t work exactly the same, and that they were going to need all the ways to communicate at different times. This softness was new to him, but there was no one else he’d ever wanted to be like this with. There had been no one else to pull this softness from him so easily. It was Will’s, pure and simple. He could press his love and devotion into his skin with soft touches and kisses.  “I’ve always got you, sweetheart,” the words were a soft growl against his lips, a promise he would always keep for him. One hand slid down the length of his leg to press into the small of his back, encouraging that arch as he kept sliding in slowly. When he bottomed out, he heightened the arch of him just that little bit more to slide as deep as he could get. The tight heat of him was its own chokehold and he rolled his hips into him before starting slow, deep strokes, grinding deep every time he bottomed out, almost pulling entirely out every rock back. It was maddening, and that was the point. 

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He didn’t think he could ever really make the possessiveness go away, didn’t particularly want to. But the tone of it could shift, like now, into something sweeter and more coaxing than demanding. It was wrapped so tightly up in that love, that burning need, he couldn’t separate it. Maybe with time, it could temper, but for now, he wasn’t so sure of that. 

Every part of him was beautiful and drove him absolutely insane with need, this was just the best way he could show it. He couldn’t help but want to drive away the worry of people seeing him the way he was. Where last night, it had been all furious heat and need and demand, he wanted different this morning. His hands slid to push his thighs back gently before he guided himself to his entrance. The kiss deepened as he slowly sank into him, his thumbs brushing lightly along the insides of his thighs where he held him. 

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It was fascinating how those hands and lips could go from driving him out of his mind to quieting that heat just that fast. Not that Nick’s hands on him were ever anything but damn sexy, but compared to what he’d been doing, this was downright soothing. His hands slid through his hair, tracing over his shoulders and back as he moved higher, that body so beautiful it took his breath away.

That soft, needy sound was totally involuntary. He loved knowing he was as good for Nick as Nick was for him, as impossible as it seemed. “You’re the one who’s good for me,” he murmured. He tugged gently to urge him higher, although if he wanted to take his time, Will doubted there was a thing he could do to change his mind. He just wanted him close. He wanted to kiss him and feel the weight of him over him, and then he wanted to finish what they’d started.

Taking his time with him, properly driving him out of his mind and making him boneless for him was exactly what he wanted. It was a different kind of melting for him and he was just as addicted to it. He shivered lightly under his hands, always wanting to feel more of him. He was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen, and that had always been the case, so he loved getting to show him just how much he enjoyed him under him. 

That sound was something he was never going to be sick of hearing. His hands tightened gently on him at those quiet words, groaning softly. He was trying to be good for him, wanted to give him every good thing he was capable of. He kept going slow up his body, pressing kisses and soft nips to every space. As he finally got up, he laid himself over him to kiss him slow and deep. His hips rolled slowly into him, almost lazily to match his kisses. 

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Even when Will was seeing other people, settling down had never really been part of the equation. He knew that people in their line of work did it all the time–just look at Leo–but he’d never thought it fit particularly well with their lifestyle. It was just an excuse he told himself, knowing that he wasn’t going to settle down even if he worked a standard nine to five. His heart would always want Nick, and it was easier to be alone with that wanting than to pretend it wasn’t there with someone else.

He knew how patient and steady and single-minded Nick could be, but he’d never imagined how that would translate in the bedroom. Now that he had firsthand experience, he wasn’t sure he was going to survive it. But what a way to go. He swore softly as he pulled back, letting his eyes close as he gave himself a moment to cool the fuck down. Breathing, right, that was a thing. He didn’t want to end this so fast either, the need to feel all of him humming under his skin. His hand slid soft through his hair, gently tugging at the strands at the base of his neck.

Nick was no good at living a lie. Omitting a feeling was one thing, though he’d never hidden his preference to have Will in his life. Trying to make a life with someone else, to feel something for them when his heart already belonged to someone, that wasn’t anything he was capable of. There was no reason to trap himself into anything that would only cause more problems when he had been content enough in his life as it had been. 

That tug to his hair pulled a quiet groan from him, and he decided to take his time working his way back up to kiss him properly. His hands trailed over soft skin, over his thighs and hips and sides, back down, soothing to let him come back down from that edge he had driven him right to the precipice of. His lips made their own trail across his abs, soft, featherlight ones just to remind his body they were far from done. “So beautiful for me,” he murmured against his skin, “So good, baby.” 

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Even though he’d guessed as much based on his dating history, it would have made him sad to hear that. He was the best person he’d ever known, and Nick of all people deserved someone good. It made him simultaneously worried about fucking things up with him and more determined than ever to give him every good thing he could with this.

It seemed like those were the only two words left to him besides his name as he lost himself to everything Nick was giving him. That relentless fucking patience had him half out of his mind, and he wouldn’t change a single thing. He echoed the sound as he groaned against him, his mind temporarily whiting out. His fingers tightened in his hair, his name a ragged warning this time. If he kept doing what he was doing, he was going to fall apart under that clever mouth.

Dating and finding someone to settle down with had never been something he really considered. He hadn’t wanted to for a long time, and then, well, it wasn’t something he’d been willing to risk having with who he wanted. Will was his very best thing already, and he knew that they could be great. They already were, when he thought about it, it was just going to be even better. 

This was probably his favorite use of that infinite patience of his: driving Will out of his mind and turning him boneless and needy for him. His hands tightened gently on his thighs at that groan, the way it ricocheted down his spine and added to the heat that was already barely containable. Hearing that warning, he lifted his head slowly, his lips drifting over the soft skin on the inside of his thigh. “Not yet,” he murmured, shifting to do the same on the other side. He wanted to feel him fall apart, and not around his tongue. 

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Will had never met anyone who could make him as mindless and needy as Nick could. He wasn’t the type to hold back in bed, but every partner he’d ever had was a shadow compared to this. Part of it was talent and raw damn sexuality, but he knew a lot of it was love. The sex would have been objectively great without it, but being kissed and touched with love and not just heat was earth-shattering.

He’d more than earned every bit of that smugness. Will couldn’t imagine holding on to any part of himself while Nick was focused on taking him apart. He shuddered with that promise and the dark intention in that gaze, and he knew if he opened his mouth the only words he’d have right now were more begging. His eyes fluttered shut under all that sweet attention, moaning his praise for him as that sinful mouth went to work.

Nick couldn’t recall a single partner he’d had that really stood out in his memory. There certainly hadn’t been any that brought out nearly half of what Will had, the demand and the control. He hadn’t cared enough where any of them had been concerned, and he certainly hadn’t loved them. Therein lied the difference really. No one could compare to the place that Will held with him, the love he felt and the affection he carried. 

There was no part of him that wanted him to have any control over himself. He always wanted to hear him begging for him, that sweet voice gone husky and ragged with need on every please and more. It was easy to get lost in taking care of Will, of driving him out of his mind before he even had everything he wanted from him. He groaned softly against him, his tongue sliding deep as his hands spread him as far as he could. 

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He liked the way he shivered for him, but it was hard to hold on to a thought with that considerable attention focused on him. His mind whited out when he took him so deep and swallowed around him, all that tight, slick heat overriding his circuits in the best way. He had to remember how to breathe as he slid off of him, fingers sliding through his hair.

It was a sound like a whimper as that clever mouth dipped lower, and he shuddered under him, the strength of those hands pinning him in place sending heat coiling through him. “Please.” It was breathless and needy, and he didn’t even care, fingers tightening in his hair, not to guide but to give them both a grounding point.

He loved knowing that he could absolutely short circuit that beautiful fucking brain of his. It was one of the sexiest things he could watch, smugness rising with the knowledge of just how much he got to him. It was impossible not to feel smug and accomplished when you could drive a man as beautiful and smart as Will out of his head. 

That particular sound was on his favorites list, right alongside the way his name broke in Will’s need. The begging did it for him and he slid his tongue, slow and firm, over his entrance before lifting his head just enough to talk. “I promise, sweetheart, I’ll give you everything,” the promise was dark and filled with the intent that was in his eyes. Lowering his head back down, he set himself to making him perfectly slick and open for him.