Slow was best, even if it was agonisingly teasing. Tuck flopped out his hand again, finding Will's gripped in the sheets, and he covered it with his own. "god, your mouth," he sighed, his head falling back as pleasure began to overwhelm him. He could feel orgasm start to build. Distantly, he felt a little guilty that he wasn't getting Will off too, but that could follow. "God, I love you."