Re: Syn/Will
How could he not have known? To anyone else, it had been blatant. Even he and Haddon had a serious talk about it once. Haddon had told Syn, point blank, that he couldn't have Will. And Syn had respected that. He had never tried, at least not any moreso than he did with any willing Dom. But Haddon wasn't here anymore, and while that saddened him, he wouldn't allow that sadness to waste an opportunity that had been given. Things had aligned for this just as they needed. He had arrived here, in this place, at precisely the right time. And if it wasn't now, it could be never.
The kiss was far more tender than he had expected. And Syn whimpered, practically melting into the other man. A hand came to rest upon Will's chest, fingers lightly stroking at his skin as his tongue danced with Will's own. He could honestly say that, for as long as he could remember, there had been only one other person to have ever kissed him this way. Panting softly once the kiss was done, there was only one thing that Syn could find in him to say, "Please." There was pleading and urgency in his tone. Need and want and longing all wrapped into one. And it wasn't just about sex, though of course he would enjoy that aspect of it as well. It had been a long time since anyone had felt desirous enough toward him to actually give him that sort of attention. But it was more about the urgency to have Will inside of him, to feel that sort of connectedness with him in the most primal of ways, to be penetrated, to meld, to moan and writhe together as one in the same.