Re: Syn/Will
Syn had been momentarily worried that he was setting himself up for disappointment, that by the time he found a place for the two of them, because it seemingly took forever, that Will would have talked himself out of this, would have changed his mind. And Syn would be left wanting. It would not be the first time it had ever happened it if happened. It probably wouldn't be the last time either. But it would certainly have a far more lasting impact than what something like that usually held.
But the instant the door was closed, all fears were alleviated as Will practically attacked him. He moaned loudly, pressing his body against Will's own for an instant before his hands moved to paw at the other man's jacket, pushing it back and off so that his fingers could then snatch at the cloth of the shirt and push it up, eager to graze fingertips against the other man's skin as his body gave another deep tremble of anticipation.
It took all the willpower that Syn had to break away from the kiss, but it was absolutely necessary. He took a few steps back and, as he did so, he peeled away his shirt and then moved hands down to unbutton and unzip his leather pants, shoes kicked off and out of the way so he could slide his pants down over his narrow hips. And then he was naked. Small, pale, and thin but well toned, built in his own subtle way. His cock was hard, taut, practically throbbing as he stood on display for Will to do with him now exactly as he wished.